Chapter 13 My Boyfriend is a Supporting Male Character

After confirming that the light-colored mole was exactly the same as the one in his memory, Chi Zhao's mind went blank.

What's going on? Wasn't the story supposed to be about saving the male supporting character?

Why does the male supporting character look so much like my boyfriend?

She belatedly realized that the male supporting character's personality was somewhat similar to her boyfriend's, their backs looked alike, and even their names contained the character "舟" (boat).

She had always thought it was all just a coincidence, until today, when she saw the same small mole on Yu Zhouwan's ankle as Yan Zhou's.

The system says it will revive Yan Zhou. Since they have this ability, could it be that the male supporting character is Yan Zhou?

Is it possible that she is trying to save her own boyfriend?

She looked up at Yu Zhouwan with a focused gaze. He seemed confused and concerned, not knowing why his wife had suddenly become so agitated.

She knew it immediately.

No, not just possibly, it's certain.

Xiao Zhou is my boyfriend.

The system was unaware that a mole had revealed a flaw, and it circled around Chi Zhao, urging her to quickly apply medicine to the person.

Chi Zhao then realized that the red oil on her fingertips had been smeared elsewhere, so she had to apply it again, pretending nothing was wrong, and gently smeared it on the person's snow-white ankle.

99% satisfied.

Yu Zhouwan didn't know what had happened to his wife, but seeing that she had loosened her grip, he assumed she wasn't angry anymore.

He obediently let the other person apply the medicine to him, looking down at his wife's dark head, before carefully asking her if she was in a bad mood.

Chi Zhao smiled faintly, then touched the inconspicuous mole on his ankle, thinking to herself, "He's not in a bad mood at all; he's in an incredibly good mood."

If my boyfriend is a supporting male character, then it doesn't matter if I stay in this world forever, and I don't need to abstain from sex anyway, since the apocalypse isn't any better.

After applying the medicine, she got up, rubbed her boyfriend's head, and messed up his neatly combed hair.

The man was taken aback. His wife had almost never done such an intimate thing to him.

What does this mean? What does it symbolize?

Yu Zhouwan's dark eyes suddenly brightened like stars as he gazed intently at his wife. Her tone was gentler than he had ever heard before. "I'm not in a bad mood, Zhouwan. I killed a wild boar. Shall we have meat for dinner tonight?"

Wild boars are expensive, but transporting such a large animal out is quite troublesome. She decided to sell it to the village butcher by weight, and she could keep some for herself.

Yu Zhouwan was flattered by his wife's rare gentleness, his eyes shining brightly, and he nodded hurriedly, "Okay, okay, okay, my wife is so amazing! I'll go cook for my wife!"

The boy looked on with admiration and was about to hop up on one foot when someone pressed his head down and pushed him back down. "Your foot is injured and you're still not behaving yourself. Don't get up. Sit still on the bed."

Oh, aren't you getting up?

Xiao Zhou was bewildered. "But how can I cook for my wife if I don't get up?"

He's going to be a good husband and father! Of course, he has to take care of his wife's food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.

He felt a light tap on his forehead with a finger. The wife in front of him was extremely kind. "I'll do it. You rest."

Before the apocalypse, she was a good cook, but after the apocalypse, she became the strongest person in the base, and countless men rushed to cook for her. After she got a boyfriend, who was also a good cook, she gradually became lazy.

I'm not very skilled, but I can still do it.

They won't eat someone to death.

Chi Zhao thought to herself.

Yu Zhouwan was shocked to find that he was eating a meal cooked by his wife.

How can a woman cook? My wife should cook for me!

Oh my god.

At that moment, he felt like the happiest man in the world, and no one could compare to him.

He sat obediently on the bed, listening to the sounds of his wife cooking outside. Thinking of how gentle she was to him, he happily hugged his pillow and rolled around on the bed.

The cold war this morning felt like an illusion.

He won't get angry with his wife. She's so good to him, he doesn't want to get angry with her!

Unlike her husband, who was full of anticipation, Chi Zhao hadn't cooked on a traditional rural stove in a long time, so she was quite clumsy.

I originally just wanted to make a simple stir-fried pork dish, but in the end... well, it was slightly burnt, but still edible.

She scooped up the slightly dark meat, knowing she couldn't control the heat, so she simply added water to the pot, cracked a few eggs into it, mixed them with cold water, and placed it on the pot to make a steamed egg.

That's enough to eat.

Cough cough.

Steamed eggs only take a few minutes to make. She first put the slightly charred meat on the table, then went inside to help her boyfriend.

Yes, he's her husband now.

Upon learning that the person she was rescuing was her boyfriend, she couldn't help but feel better.

This is my boyfriend.

He did not actually die.

They are still alive, in every little world, waiting for me to save them.

Thinking of her boyfriend, so gentle and weak, who could only cower in a corner, looking pitiful, waiting for her to protect him after being bullied, she felt a pang of heartache.

The fate of those who turn to the dark side is always very difficult.

She affectionately put her arm around Xiao Zhou's waist, held him in her arms, and led him out.

Yu Zhouwan only hoped that such intimacy could come more often, and even more often.

"My wife..."

"Okay, let's eat."

"oh."

He was obediently placed on the stool, and when he looked up, he was startled to see a plate of burnt stir-fried pork.

He immediately realized what was going on, and couldn't hide the smile on his face. "I knew it! Women don't know how to cook. The house really can't function without me."

He thought to himself, but said aloud, "Wow, the dishes my wife makes smell so good, I really want to try them."

Chi Zhao:......

I am self-aware.

"Eat more eggs later, they're very nutritious."

It's best to avoid eating burnt meat.

Her husband was terribly thin; she had noticed it when she held him earlier—he was as light as a piece of paper.

“My wife should eat more. She works hard cooking, so let her eat all of it.”

The boy looked up obediently.

He grew up in a farming family, so he naturally knew that eggs were a good thing. As the head of the household, he would definitely eat more of such a good thing!

Yu Zhou thought to himself that evening.

But his wife wouldn't listen to him at all. She brought over a large bowl of steamed egg custard from the stove and filled it with more than half of it, leaving almost no rice.

The boy stared blankly at the bowl in front of him, which was covered with tender yellow egg custard. After a while, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he pursed his lips shyly, "There's too much. My wife should eat some too."

No sooner had he finished speaking than his wife pressed his head down and ruffled his hair, ruining his newly styled hair again.

But I wasn't angry.

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