Xu Qiudong did not lie, she really did not feel any pain, because she could not feel any pain at all.

She is a zombie and has no sense of pain.

Song Chiyou hardened his heart and separated the handkerchief from her flesh bit by bit.

Because of this action, drops of blood dripped down Xu Qiudong's palm, which was covered in blood.

Song Chiyou placed the handkerchief on an iron plate and disinfected Xu Qiudong's palm with iodine before bandaging it with gauze.

Only after bandaging it with snow-white gauze did Song Chiyou breathe a sigh of relief.

He wiped the non-existent beads of sweat from his forehead, looked up at Xu Qiudong and said, "Okay."

Song Chiyou's eyes were bright as he stared at Xu Qiudong.

Xu Qiudong smiled at him and said, "Well, can you please let go of my hand first?"

Song Chiyou's cheeks turned red and she quickly let go of Xu Qiudong's hand.

The moment he let go, a hint of doubt flashed across Song Chiyou's eyes.

wrong!

Why are her hands so cold?

Even if he was injured, it shouldn't be without any warmth.

Song Chiyou was full of doubts. While he was helping Xu Qiudong, he touched her hand again.

Still no temperature?

how so?

Song Chiyou thought for a moment, then asked the question in his mind directly: "Why are your hands so cold?"

Song Chiyou never imagined that Xu Qiudong was the Zombie King who could command millions of zombies.

In the previous life, these zombies were unorganized and undisciplined, wandering around without any discipline, and no one had ever heard of the existence of the Zombie King.

Besides, Xu Qiudong is such a normal person, and he is not similar to those mindless zombies at all, so Song Chiyou didn’t think about it at all.

Xu Qiudong said half-seriously, "Maybe his hand is injured and he has no feeling."

When Song Chiyou heard this, he felt even more grateful to Xu Qiudong and quickly said, "Are you cold? Let me warm you up."

Song Chiyou easily believed Xu Qiudong without any doubt or overthinking.

Xu Qiudong didn't lust after the beauty and calmly rejected Song Chiyou, saying, "I'm not cold."

It's late summer now, so it's a bit of a lie to say it's cold.

Song Chiyou hasn't figured it out yet. By the time he realizes what's going on, her identity will probably be exposed.

For the sake of long-term happiness, Xu Qiudong could only temporarily abstain from desire and not have any physical contact with him.

Xu Qiudong is not sure at the moment. If Song Chiyou knows her identity and wants to kill her, it will be bad.

Just as Xu Qiudong said, Song Chiyou's mind was now tied up with her, so his brain hadn't reacted yet. He was stunned and said, "Oh."

Na Kexi and the housekeeper came back at the right time. Each of them carried two large bags and walked towards Song Chiyou.

“Is this enough?”

Xu Qiudong remained silent. Song Chiyou beside him gradually regained his composure and said, "You took too much."

Song Chiyou half squatted down, rummaged through the four large bags, and took out one bag. "These are enough."

The butler nodded, picked up the bag, and said, "Okay."

Because it was a little late, the four of them planned to stay in the hospital for one night.

In the empty ward, Na Kexi suppressed her inner fear and covered her head with the quilt.

This is a good time for their relationship to develop rapidly, she can't mess it up!

Next door to her lived Xu Qiudong. Xu Qiudong washed his body with cold water and changed into new clothes bought from the store.

A white belly-baring top paired with a simple pair of black shorts, showing off a pair of long, straight and slender legs.