Zhang Zihao was stunned.
He never imagined that the man he took in would eventually want to do *that* with him.
For a moment, he felt a sense of shame and indignation.
Strangely, however, after the sense of shame came a kind of immoral excitement.
He said angrily, "Do you know what you're doing?"
"I know, but I couldn't help it."
He Ran, like a drowning man, grabbed Zhang Zihao and said with feigned deep affection, "I know this is hard for you to accept, but the moment you saved my life with water, I fell hopelessly in love with you. To me, my life belongs to you."
"I could have pretended very well, but I just couldn't help it. I was scared."
Looking at Zhang Zihao's astonished expression, He Ran said, "So many people have died in this world. Maybe I'll be next. I don't want to have any regrets before I die."
Zhang Zihao said, "But we have food and water now."
"But what if you get sick? Can you guarantee you'll never get sick in your entire life?"
He Ran's words left Zhang Zihao speechless.
Yes, what if you get sick?
He remembered that his beloved had died of illness.
Who can guarantee they won't get sick?
Without doctors, any virus that appears or any health condition that arises could mean death is not far off.
"I am sick."
He Ran uttered three words.
"What?"
Zhang Zihao was immediately shocked.
At this moment, ignoring He Ran's confession, he anxiously asked, "What medicine do you need? I'll try to get it for you."
He Ran shook his head and said, "It's no use. I actually had this disease before the apocalypse. If I had taken good care of myself, I wouldn't have had a relapse, but the conditions are too bad."
He paused for a moment, then said, "But don't worry, this disease is not contagious, you will be fine."
Zhang Zihao couldn't help but shed tears: "But if I'm all alone, how am I supposed to get through this?"
He suddenly remembered those times he spent alone during the apocalypse.
I have no friends, no relatives, and nothing to cling to in my thoughts.
Every day is just eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating.
I originally intended to write some novels for my own amusement, but my writing skills were terrible, so I gave up after only a short while.
After that, he didn't even know what the meaning of his life was; he just simply lived.
Later, as the temperature rose, he met other people.
Although he initially just wanted someone to chat with to relieve his boredom, Zhang Zihao is now certain that he truly considers He Ran a brother.
In this situation, he found himself unable to live without He Ran.
When Zhang Zihao heard that He Ran might die from illness, he felt as if he had lost his soul.
His voice was bitter: "Is there really no other way?"
He Ran shook his head heavily.
He paused for a moment and then said, "I'm sorry, just pretend I didn't say anything today. I hope our relationship can go back to what it was before."
He Ran said, using the tactic of retreating to advance.
Now, in order to win over men, he is willing to use all thirty-six stratagems.
Looking at He Ran's handsome face and his attempts to please him these past few days, Zhang Zihao felt even heavier in his heart.
If it weren't for liking each other, why would a man treat another man so well?
He took a deep breath and said, "I...I promise you."
Zhang Zihao knew that now that He Ran had brought this up, their relationship could never go back to what it was before.
Under these circumstances, Zhang Zihao had no choice but to agree.
Is he going to drive He Ran away?
Zhang Zihao was reluctant to part with it.
Moreover, just as He Ran said, he suspected that only the two of them were left in the world. Zhang Zihao couldn't even imagine the possibility of anyone else surviving.
In the bitter cold, people might eat corpses to survive a food crisis.
But how do people cope with the sweltering heat?
He used to feel humiliated by Xia Muge, but now he feels that the humiliation has vanished.
If he were to be with He Ran now, probably no one would notice.
In this situation, Zhang Zihao's psychological pressure was greatly reduced.
In fact, his thinking was still stuck in the pre-apocalyptic era, and he felt that this was rather immoral.
After the apocalypse, due to a severe shortage of women, it became common for men to comfort each other.
After all, there aren't many forms of entertainment these days; the most primal hormone is entertainment.
"Very good."
He Ran's eyes were filled with joy.
"Are you willing to accept me? You're not just here to comfort me, are you?"
"Don't worry," Zhang Zihao said, putting aside his reservations. "Since I said so, I'm naturally willing to accept you."
That night, the two slept together.
Zhang Zihao was actually somewhat resistant at first; psychologically, he was still a straight man.
But seeing He Ran's aggrieved look, I felt a little overwhelmed.
So I agreed.
However, in bed, He Ran did not touch him inappropriately, but instead massaged his back.
Even when He Ran stroked him, it felt as gentle as a woman's hand. He found that this wasn't so bad after all.
Zhang Zihao, after all, was someone who had tasted meat, and he easily succumbed to a man's tenderness.
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At this moment, Xia Muge had no idea that he, who was originally the male lead of a harem novel, would now become the male lead of a BL novel.
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