Cheng Yixia's face gradually darkened, and he lowered his head and remained silent.

After a while, she suddenly laughed out loud and stared at Fang Ming, "I know you won't agree, but I have a way."

She leaned back, put her hands on Fang Ming's stomach, and played with his eight-pack abs.

Fang Ming frowned and reached out to hold down Cheng Yixia's moving hands. "What are you doing?"

Cheng Yixia raised the corner of his mouth and showed a contemptuous smile, "Do whatever you want to do."

Fang Ming looked at the crazy woman seriously. "You smell of blood and sweat, and the injuries on your shoulders and hands are causing you to grimace in pain. If you don't bandage them quickly, you will push me into an alley full of zombies..."

"Cheng Yixia, do you have worms in your brain?"

Cheng Yixia stretched out his long legs, held down Fang Ming's hand, and pulled his right hand free. His smile looked a little sick, and he whispered faintly, "It was because of me that I was seriously injured that I don't mind getting hurt a little more..."

"Are you scared? Asshole!"

Fang Ming lay down immediately after hearing that.

…

Fang Ming acted as a cushion, unable to get up, and looked around bored.

Not far away, several zombies were lying peacefully on the ground, dead as hell.

A piece of burnt charcoal still exudes a burnt smell and looks weird.

Forget it, let’s just look at Cheng Yixia.

The skin soaked with sweat seemed to be covered with a layer of water film, looking crystal clear. There was an obvious bruise on the left shoulder, which was red with a hint of purple, and it looked like the injury was serious.

The grey vest was dyed a dark colour, but it still fitted tightly around her body, wrapping around her slender waist.

Although it was very immoral, looking at Cheng Yixia's undone sports vest, Fang Ming could only say that it fits his stereotype of a sporty girl.

His attention was soon diverted.

Wearing a women's belt over his blue jeans, Fang Ming was thinking whether it was different from a men's belt in terms of how to wear it. However, Cheng Yixia's eye-catching long legs swayed in front of him, making him quickly forget about this question.

Time passes quietly with the ebb and flow of the tide.

At the entrance of this deep alley, a rotten flesh zombie with a terrible stench was guarding the alley, turning all the zombies that wanted to approach into its toys.

Pouring corrupt black air into the mouth of another zombie and watching the flesh and blood on its body rot and fall off, the little zombie felt a sense of peace and tranquility.

Suddenly, a scream of pain came from the alley, and the skull in its hand trembled and rolled away in fear.

The little zombie immediately protested inside and roared loudly:

“Ha~”

Then he remembered his master's stern instructions, and guarded the entrance of the alley faithfully and diligently, not letting any zombies enter.

I don’t know how long I waited, but the zombie skulls in the little zombie’s hands were already arranged in a row, and it finally received the death order from its master.

"Go play, don't go too far."

"ha!"

A few minutes after the little zombie left, Fang Ming came out holding the person.

Cheng Yixia snuggled in Fang Ming's arms, muttering in a low voice, her voice getting smaller and smaller...

"I just...I just didn't sleep well last night, and I'm a little sleepy..."

He fainted before he could finish.

Fang Ming looked at the sleeping woman in his arms, and when he thought of Cheng Yixia screaming in pain just now, he almost laughed out loud.

Then he turned into a shadow and left.