Indulge in the last 10000 days: the corpse king strongly spoils his wife

If it wasn't for him, who persisted and refused to give up on her, she would definitely die in the desert.

Gently brushing his face with her fingertips, she squeezed out a smile, pretending to be relaxed and suave: "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 late, zombies don’t need sleep, get up quickly, we’ve already left the desert, it’s the beast wolf tribe who saved us, you’ve been away from the zombie camp for so long, you have to go back to deal with business, don’t try to be lazy.”

He remained motionless, like a corpse.

If he hadn't been breathing weakly, he would have thought he was dead.

Looking at his ashen face, Xiahou Huan'er's heart turned cold.

She had heard that some zombies would go dormant and die if they were not supplemented with food for a long time.

Did he...

In the last few days in the desert, he ate very little. If she hadn't threatened him, he wouldn't even eat a bite. How many days had he been hungry?

Xiahou Huan'er's nose turned sour, she immediately shook her head, and said to herself, "No, he is the corpse king, he will not die."

Immediately, he stretched out his hand to grab his skirt, and roared a little madly and fiercely: "Dongfang Xing, listen to me, you are not allowed to die before I die, do you hear that? Aren't you very good, what is this? ? Are you fucking trying to pretend to be weak and make me despise you? Get up, stop pretending, I won't..."

Suddenly, a hoarse and deep voice sounded slowly: "Can't you be gentle?"

Xiahou Huan'er's head boomed and was struck by lightning.

Looking into his deep and cold eyes, her brain froze for two seconds. She immediately lifted his quilt, threw herself on him, and hugged him tightly without saying a word.

She knew he wasn't dead, he was the zombie king, how could he die?

Xiahou Huan'er couldn't suppress the excitement and joy that surged like a frenzy. Her body trembled and wrapped tightly around his body. At this moment, only zero-distance contact could give her a real feeling.

Dongfang Xing stretched out his hand to caress her body that was trembling with excitement, and raised his eyebrows lightly: "Puff?"

"Shut up." Xiahou Huan'er snorted in his arms, didn't you see that she was getting excited?

This is the first time someone yells at the corpse king who respects the golden rule, so shut up.

The corner of his mouth twitched, but miraculously he was not angry, and he stroked her back very considerately, comforting 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 coquettish, but arrogantly said: "I was almost scared to death by you, don't scare me again in the future."

He glanced at her calmly, closed his eyes calmly, and fell silent.

What is this?

Xiahou Huan'er became hairy, grabbed his skirt and twitched vigorously: "Hey, don't pretend to be dead."

Dongfang Xing frowned, reached out his hand unexpectedly, held her waist, and pressed her body into his arms, his hoarse voice was cold and majestic.

"Don't make trouble, rest."

Xiahou Huan'er struggled resolutely.

With one free hand, he pulled over the quilt to cover them, wrapped his hands around her waist, and clamped them in his arms, and then fell into a trance like an old monk, letting her make trouble.

After tossing for a while, she was out of breath, she was weaker and stronger than him, he ignored her, she was tossing by herself, in the end, she could only rest bitterly, lying quietly in his arms.