Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here
chapter-229

The Zombie King’s Heartthrob Girlfriend (9)

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The dirt and blood on her fingers smeared his face.

Song Yunhuan was unmoved, seeming to be waiting for her hateful curses.

Bai Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief and sighed softly. “Song Yunhuan, I’m dying, aren’t I?”

Song Yunhuan calmed down. “Yes.”

At least, Bai Weiwei was relieved, “Before I die, can I talk to you?”

Song Yunhuan did not respond, looking at her indifferently.

Bai Weiwei’s other hand grabbed his clothes, pulled his head down. Struggling with the last of her strength, lifting her lips.

It was a bloody but pure-as-water kiss.

Song Yunhuan’s body was stiff, and the red in his eyes turned deeper in color.

The kiss was brief. Bai Weiwei said with a smile: “I lied to you many times, pretending to be pure and clean, pretending to be innocent, pretending to be pitiful. But liking you, I wasn’t lying about that.”

She laughed, her eyes filled with tears.

“For not catching your hand, pushing you out of the car, I’m sorry.”

Her voice was getting weaker.

“I didn’t mean to…”

Her fingers were losing strength, slowly releasing his clothes.

“Song Yunhuan, I like you…”

She fell back to the ground, her eyes starting to lose their light, covered with death.

Finally, the darkness came, and she completely lost consciousness.

Song Yunhuan was dumbfounded, only realizing later he was touching his lips with his hands.

That was his first kiss. The blood on his lips was still stained by her fingers.

He stuck out his tongue and licked it. The taste of the blood was sweet.

For a zombie like him, humans were a delicacy.

Song Yunhuan, I like you…

Like?

【Ding. The male lead’s favorability has increased to -35.】

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Bai Weiwei thought that she was dead this time.

She was taken by a zombie, and bitten. The virus would be eating away at her body.

Her life subsistence guarantee was only in effect for one day. Afterwards, she would feel the pain an ordinary man couldn’t bear.

Heat, cold, pain, all kinds of unbearable feelings.

She was confused and communicated with the system. “Slagstem, can I target Song Yunhuan after becoming a zombie? I’ll be bald, have crooked teeth and rotting flesh, the intestines falling out and rolling around. He definitely won’t be impressed.”

The system felt merciful and comforted her. “It’s alright, we can wash the rotting flesh, stuff the intestines back into the stomach, sew it up with a needle. You can look good again with a wig.”

Bai Weiwei as confused and touched her face. “Slagstem, will I really look good?”

System: “Of course it’s pretty good, even if you become a zombie, you’re the best-looking zombie.”

Bai Weiwei felt the strength to fight. She didn’t know how long she was struggling before she finally opened her eyes.

The things she saw in front of her made her doubt.

It was an old room.

It was a bit old, but it was clean and had a feeling of home.

Someone had been living here for years.

She slept in the bed, and the light green curtains were blowing in the wind.

Bai Weiwei sat up and found that she didn’t become a zombie. The wounds had turned white.

She could even feel the heartbeat coursing through her cause, they were all signs of being human.

It wasn’t like being bitten by a zombie.

Bai Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief. She got out of bed and walked out of the room barefoot.

When she reached the living room, she saw Song Yunhuan sitting on the sofa reading, extremely focused.

Song Yunhuan heard her coming and asked gently, “You’re awake?”

Bai Weiwei replied doubtfully, “I’m not dead?”

Song Yunhuan shook his head. “You’re very special, immune to the zombie virus.”

Bai Weiwe was stunned. When she came back to her senses, she smiled sweetly. “Oh yeah? I’m lucky.”

Song Yunhuan, seeing her smile so happily, also laughed. “You said you liked me, is it true?”

Bai Weiwei didn’t expect him to ask that and got shy. After a little silence, she finally mustered the courage to raise her head.

Her eyes were shining and full of laughter. “Yeah, I like you.”

Song Yunhuan put his finger on the book. Don’t know why he was pressing so hard.

He suppressed his restlessness, stood in front of her, and touched her face.

And then he smiled gently. “If you like me so much, just die, okay?”

Bai Weiwei: “…”