"Be careful." Dixia immediately reached out to help her.
"Sister Huan'er, the doctor said that your body is very weak and you need to rest more." Weiwei said worriedly.
"She will be fine." Dixia reached out and touched the top of his head, then helped Xiahou Huan'er to the next room.
He could see that she was very nervous about that man, and she would not feel at ease unless she saw him.
In the next room, Dongfang Xing was lying motionless on the bed.
Dixia helped her sit down by the bed, then pulled Weiwei away who was full of worry, leaving space for them.
He became thinner, darker, haggard, and weaker.
Even in a coma, his brows were still furrowed, and his cold and thin handsome face was still awe-inspiring and domineering.
He is the Corpse King. Even if he falls and is as weak as an ordinary person, he is still majestic, cold, and sacred and inviolable.
Xiahou Huan'er took his hand and held it in hers. It was cold and her heart ached with pain.
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 King of Corpses, 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, damn 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 lightly: "Did you smoke?"
"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 and needs to 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.
