If he hadn't persisted and refused to give up on her, she would have died in the desert.
Her fingertips gently traced across his face, and she forced out a smile, pretending to be relaxed and graceful: "Dongfang Xing, you are the King of Corpses. I woke up, why haven't you woke up yet? Don't tell me you still want to
Sleep in, zombies don’t need sleep, get up quickly, we have left the desert, it was the beast and wolf tribe who saved us, you have been away from the zombie camp for so long, you have to go back and deal with things quickly, don’t be lazy."
He still didn't move at all, like a dead corpse.
If he hadn't been breathing weakly, I would have thought he was dead.
Looking at his ashen face, Xiahou Huan'er's heart dropped.
She had heard that some zombies would go into hibernation and die if they did not receive food for a long time.
Could it be that he...
In the last few days in the desert, he ate very little. If she hadn't threatened him, he wouldn't have even eaten a bite. How many days had he been hungry?
Xiahou Huan'er's nose suddenly became sore, she immediately shook her head and said to herself: "No, he is the Corpse King, he will not die."
Then he reached out and grabbed his collar, and growled a little crazy and fiercely: "Dongfang Xing, listen to me, you are not allowed to die before I die, do you hear me? Aren't you very awesome? What does this mean?
?You fucking want to pretend to be weak and make me despise you? Get up, stop pretending, I won't allow it..."
Suddenly, a deep and hoarse voice slowly sounded: "Can't you be gentler?"
Xiahou Huan'er's head boomed and was struck by lightning.
Looking into his deep and cold eyes, her brain shut down for two seconds, and she immediately lifted his quilt and threw herself on him. She didn't say a word, but just hugged him tightly.
She knew he was the zombie king before he died. How could he die?
Xiahou Huan'er couldn't suppress the excitement and joy that came like a frenzy. Her body trembled and she wrapped tightly around his body. At this moment, only close contact could make her feel real.
Dongfang Xing reached out and stroked her body that was shaking with excitement, and raised his eyebrows faintly: "Did you twitch?"
"Shut up." Xiahou Huan'er groaned in his arms. Didn't you see that she was getting excited?
The corpse king who respects the golden rule is yelled at for the first time, so shut up.
The corners of his mouth twitched, but miraculously he was not angry, and he stroked her back very considerately to comfort her.
After a while, the excitement finally calmed down. Xiahou Huan'er raised her head and looked at his tanned handsome face.
Half complaining and half coquettishly, he said arrogantly and domineeringly: "I was almost scared to death by you, don't scare me again in the future."
He looked at her calmly, closed his eyes calmly, and then fell silent.
What is this?
Xiahou Huan'er became furious, grabbed his collar and jerked him hard: "Hey, don't pretend to be dead."
Dongfang Xing frowned, suddenly stretched out his hand, held her waist, and pushed her body into his arms, his hoarse voice was cold and majestic.
"Don't make trouble and rest."
Xiahou Huan'er struggled reluctantly.
With one free hand, he pulled the quilt to cover them, put his hands around her waist, held her in his arms, and then, like an old monk, fell into trance, letting her make trouble.
After tossing for a while, she was out of breath. She was weak and not as strong as him. He ignored her. She was just tossing on her own. In the end, she could only rest bitterly and lie quietly in his arms.