The two fell on the big bed.

Zhan Mo's muscular arms were propped up on either side of her head, and the faces of the two were close at hand.

Xia Shiyu looked at him so closely, this face that made her miss made her panic in the bottom of her heart.

"What are you going to do......"

Zhan Mo seemed to see her thoughts, his long arms wrapped around her waist, his body turned over, and the quilt was lifted and covered.

"Sleep."

It's really like what he said before, covering the quilt and sleeping.

Xia Shiyu saw that he didn't do anything to himself, and his restless heart eased a lot.

It's just that the arm around her waist is like a piece of hard iron, and she moves a few times, but she can't get out of it at all.

"If you move again, I'll do you."

Zhan Mo felt the little woman writhing in his arms, and he muttered a sentence in a low voice, patiently reacting physiologically.

When Xia Shiyu heard this, his body stagnated, and he didn't dare to move anymore.

The lamp dimmed, leaving only a faint light source.

As soon as she looked up, she could see the sleeping face of the man beside her.

Summer rain droops.

The room was silent, except for the steady breathing of a man. She didn't know why she didn't push the man next to her, knowing that they weren't the same person.

She may still be delusional, and get some comfort from him.

Imagine him as someone you like and stay with him.

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"Please, take me in, please, I won't hurt you!"

"She's already infected! Open fire, kill her! ”

"While the captain is still out searching for supplies, we should kill her!"

"Don't worry, she's a monster, no one will blame us, we'll only be heroes......"

Even after crossing over, the sequelae left by her previous life are still deeply engraved on her soul.

The first night in this world.

She had nightmares again.

"No ......"

Zhan Mo slept very lightly, and at the moment when the summer rain sounded, his closed eyes suddenly opened.

Xia Shiyu's forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, and his lips were white. The thin and emaciated body trembled, and the sweat behind it soaked the nightdress.

"Boss...... Help me......"

One by one, the muzzles of black holes were pointed at her.

As if in a dream, she smelled the familiar smell of rancid and blood, and heard the roars of aliens and zombies not far away.

Xia Shiyu began to struggle, her hands waved unconsciously, Zhan Mo hugged her hard, her lips kissed her sweaty hair, and constantly comforted.

"Mi'er, I'm here, don't be afraid, I'm here." His tone was full of distress.

The terrifying nightmare seems to be entangled in the summer rain, and all the things that happened in her previous life are played back to her through the dream.

"I'm not going to let people hurt you."

Zhan Mo's brows furrowed, and his hand kept patting her back.

His inky black pupils stared at the person in his arms tightly, and sighed, "It's okay, I'll come here with you." ”

Xia Shiyu slept in Zhan Mo's arms all night, and in the morning, as soon as it was dawn, she woke up.

She sat up from the bed abruptly, but was stunned for a few seconds when she saw the scene inside the room.

Oh yes...... She is no longer in the last days.

Xia Shiyu rubbed his hair, only then did he notice that the man next to him was gone, and the quilt was a little cold.

She propped her head on one hand and frowned slightly.

Last night, she actually fell asleep in his arms.

She remembered that she had a terrible dream, and she cried in the dream, but she couldn't remember the specific dream.

I don't know if she has any trouble and made a noise to Zhan Mo.

Summer rain got out of bed, planning to wash and change clothes and go downstairs.

As he passed by the bathroom, he saw a door near the window.

Curious, she couldn't help but walk up her foot and stretch out her hand.

The door is unlocked!

She opened the door and saw that she was slightly stunned.

Oil paintings hang neatly on the walls, and there is a crimson leather sofa and a black coffee table in the room.

Xia Shiyu's eyes swept over the oil paintings, and some of the memories in his brain seemed to be extracted.

These are all painted by the summer rain of this world.

It is the work of the original owner.