Dust and blood on his fingers smeared his face.
Song Yunhuan was indifferent, as if waiting for her hateful scolding.
Bai Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief and smiled softly, "Song Yunhuan, am I going to die?"
Song Yunhuan replied calmly, "Yes."
Bai Weiwei was finally relieved, "Then can I say something to you before I die?"
Song Yunhuan didn't respond and looked at her indifferently.
Bai Weiwei suddenly grabbed his clothes with the other hand and pulled his head down, she tried her last strength.
Song Yunhuan's body froze, and the red in his eyes deepened.
As soon as the kiss left, Bai Weiwei said with a smile, "I've lied to you many times, pretending to be innocent, innocent, and pitiful. However, I won't lie to you about the only thing I like about you."
She smiled, but her eyes were crying.
"I'm sorry I didn't grab your hand just now and made you fall off the car."
Her voice gradually weakened.
"I did not do it on purpose… "
Her fingers lost strength and slowly loosened his clothes.
"Song Yunhuan, I like you..."
She fell back to the ground, and her eyes began to lose their light, covered with death.
Finally, darkness struck, and she finally lost consciousness completely.
Song Yunhuan was stunned for a while, and then he reached out and touched his lips.
It was his first kiss, and the blood of her fingers was still on his lips.
He stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked it, the taste of blood was sweet.
For a zombie like him, humans are indeed very good food.
Song Yunhuan, I love you...
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[Ding, the male lead's favorability score is minus thirty-five.]
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Bai Weiwei felt that she would definitely die this time.
She was caught and bitten by a zombie, and the virus would definitely erode her body.
The subsistence allowance can only last for one day, and after one day, she felt unbearable pain for ordinary people.
Burning heat, cold, severe pain, all kinds of uncomfortable feelings all invaded.
She communicated with the system in a daze: "Slag Tong, how can I attack Song Yunhuan when I become a zombie? By then, I will be bald, my teeth will be crooked, my face is full of rotten flesh, and my intestines will fall out and shake around, he will definitely not rise well. Sensitivity."
The system kindly comforted her, "It's alright, let's wash the rotten flesh, stuff the intestines back into the stomach, and then sew the seam with needles and threads, and you will look good with a wig."
The confused Bai Weiwei was moved, "Slag Tong, am I really good-looking?"
System: "Of course it looks good, even if you become a zombie, you are the best looking zombie."
Bai Weiwei felt that she had the strength to fight again. She didn't know how long she struggled before finally opening her eyes.
Everything in front of her made her a little confused.
This is a room in an old house.
A bit shabby, but clean and homely.
It looks like it has lived there for many years.
She slept on the bed, light green curtains blown by the wind.
Bai Weiwei sat up and found that she had not turned into a zombie, and her wounds had turned white.
Whether the heartbeat or the body is good, it is a characteristic of human beings.
Being bitten like that by a zombie, he didn't turn into a zombie.
Bai Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief, she got out of bed and walked out of the room barefoot.
Then she saw Song Yunhuan sitting on the sofa reading a book in the living room, earnestly and concentratingly.
Seeing her coming out, Song Yunhuan asked gently, "Are you awake?"
Bai Weiwei was a little puzzled, "I'm not dead?"
Song Yunhuan shook his head, "You have a very special physique and are immune to zombie viruses."
Bai Weiwei was stunned for a moment, and when she came back, she smiled sweetly, "Really? I'm so lucky."
Song Yunhuan laughed when she saw her smiling so happily, "Is it true that you say you like me?"
Bai Weiwei didn't expect him to ask this, she bowed her head a little shyly, and after being silent for a while, she finally summoned up the courage to look up.
Her eyes are very bright, and her eyes are full of smiles, "Yes, I like you."
Song Yunhuan put his finger on the book, and for some reason he pressed it hard.
He suppressed those restless little agitation, walked in front of her, and reached out to caress her face.
Then he smiled gently and said, "If you really like me so much, can you just die for me?"
Bai Weiwei: "..."