At the beginning, when he sent red envelopes with 520 yuan, he received affection from the girls, losing himself in the repeated calls of ’Dear Gargal,’ until his pocket could no longer support such behavior.
He changed the red envelope to 188 yuan, and received a thank you, Gargal.
The "dear" was gone, but he still couldn’t resist feeling completely overjoyed, indeed this romance was worth it.
Unfortunately, 188 yuan still couldn’t last long.
The emptiness in his pocket made him have the impulse to sell a kidney.
He had no choice.
He changed it to 88.88 yuan and only received a thank you.
Until the end, it beca 18.88 yuan, and all he got was a notification that the other party had claid his red envelope, without a word of thanks.
He didn’t ask for a "dear," but at least a thank you should be said.
At that mont, he realized that true romance wasn’t so easily achieved.
And now, Wang Zixuan found that the girls on his contact list were all fake, only Zhao Yun was the most genuine. He was grateful to have t such a goddess, constantly saving his gradually lost heart in the apocalypse.
The scene on-site was clearly Zhao Yun’s careful arrangent.
Surely, a lot of effort had been put into it.
Indeed, love is mutual, even if Zhao Yun hadn’t done anything, he was touched to the point of wanting to cry. He felt cherished for the first ti, being valued by the goddess in his heart felt really wonderful.
He was willing to give everything for Zhao Yun, even his currently insignificant life.
The moon tonight was gentle.
Leaning against the window, they enjoyed a candlelit dinner and occasionally appreciated the beauty of the moonlight.
"Thank you."
Zhao Yun raised her glass, the deep red wine swirling in the glass had an unimaginably seductive color.
"Thank for what?"
Wang Zixuan looked at Zhao Yun in surprise, and under the shrouded twilight, he found Zhao Yun really beautiful, hitting his aesthetic completely, and even driving him crazy.
"Thank you for allowing to live with dignity in the apocalypse; this period has been the happiest ti for ." Zhao Yun was genuinely happy. When she was brought here, she was helpless and scared, but things weren’t as she thought.
The Wang Zixuan in front of her was really great. Though he looked like a zombie, he was gentler than anyone else.
This gentleness moved her.
"No... actually, you didn’t go to the shelter, choosing to stay by my side. This period has been a truly happy mont for ." Wang Zixuan, when communicating face to face with Zhao Yun, clearly had a lot to say, but these words were buried deep in his heart, unable to co out for a mont.
Zhao Yun looked at Wang Zixuan.
Wang Zixuan’s gaze always fell on Zhao Yun.
The two stared at each other in silence.
Gradually, smiles appeared on their faces.
"Cheers."
"Cheers."
They raised their glasses and drank together.
For Wang Zixuan, this kind of life was his greatest dream; a sip of wine went into his stomach, the alcohol stimulating his stomach, even becoming a zombie, he still couldn’t drink.
Maybe this was a habit that remained.
Wang Zixuan and Zhao Yun talked a lot, chatting about all sorts of interesting things, while drinking wine and talking about those joyous things. Seeing Zhao Yun happy, he was happy too.
This was his only thought.
As ti passed, Zhao Yun’s cheeks beca very rosy, as she tucked a strand of drooping hair behind her ear. Such an action, in Wang Zixuan’s eyes, was full of feminine sexiness and allure.
His heart couldn’t help but thump, thump.
It was truly beautiful.
In his eyes, Zhao Yun was the most beautiful existence in the world, and no one could replace her position in his heart.
"Do you like ?"
Faced with Zhao Yun’s sudden question, Wang Zixuan couldn’t help but shudder slightly.
"I... I... do like you."
Wang Zixuan lowered his head; the simple words seed to have used up a lifeti of courage.
"So you would never tell , would you?" Zhao Yun’s questioning made Wang Zixuan quite surprised. He didn’t know why Zhao Yun would suddenly beco so straightforward, making him feel truly incredible.
"I am a zombie..."
ntioning that he was a zombie made Wang Zixuan feel very unconfident because he wasn’t human and always felt inferior.
"No, that’s not an excuse. In my eyes, you are human."
Zhao Yun really mustered up a lot of courage to say these words.
"Ah..."
Wang Zixuan stared dumbfounded at Zhao Yun, his eyes misty. He was truly touched by Zhao Yun’s words. Since he beca a zombie, no one had ever said such words to him.
In the ti spent with Zhao Yun.
He dared not show any bit of zombie habits, even though sotis, he had a hint of violent restlessness inside; he always suppressed it deep in his heart.
All for the sake of not scaring Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun stood up, her black dress wrapping around her delicate body, as she walked towards Wang Zixuan, neither hurriedly nor slowly.
At this mont, Wang Zixuan sat there stiffly, not daring to move erratically, but he perked up his ears, seemingly hearing a swishing sound.
The black dress slipped off Zhao Yun’s fragrant shoulders, layering on the ground.
"Ah... this."
Wang Zixuan swallowed, listening carefully, he could hear the thumping of his heart; now he was very nervous, so nervous that his palms were sweating.
Though he was inexperienced, he had seen quite a few adult films.
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