Chapter 65: The End of the World: The Villain Kills a Small Zombie with One Knife (18)
The base has hot water and electricity supply, which can ensure the normal life of grassroots people.
Not to mention that Fu Yan’s status in the base was unusual, and the entire room was electrified.
If we ignore the miserable conditions at the bottom of society, I'm afraid Shen Yuan would think this is before the end of the world.
Shrouded in moisture, Chen Yuan walked out of the bathroom.
The exposed skin was a faint pink due to the heat, and it looked as delicate as a baby's.
Fu Yan was sitting at the table. When he noticed the movement, he subconsciously looked up.
A hint of darkness flashed across his narrow eyes.
The sharp rolling of Adam's apple suggests the most primitive desire.
The little zombie was wearing blue plush pajamas, with long black hair hanging wetly behind his head, and a few water droplets on his palm-sized face.
Chen Yuan took the hair dryer and walked slowly to Fu Yan.
Fu Yan was puzzled and asked in a deep voice
"What's wrong?"
Shen Yuan bit her lower lip lightly, as if she found this request difficult to bring up.
Fu Yan repeated it tirelessly.
Shen Yuan pursed her lips, her voice soft and obedient.
"Help me blow dry my hair."
Fu Yan was stunned for a few seconds, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard.
A trace of caution passed across Shen Yuan's fair face, and her tone was very light, like a coquettish expression that was very touching.
“My hands are sore…”
Fu Yan was so angry that he laughed.
He pulled the corner of his mouth, put the tip of his tongue against his jaw, and said unhappily
"You think of me as a babysitter?"
The fierce and violent tone frightened Shen Yuan so much that her face turned pale.
She lowered her head slightly, as if she had suffered some kind of injustice, and even the hair on her head was drooping listlessly.
"Before, at home, it was the nanny who helped me blow dry my hair..."
Upon hearing this, Fu Yan tutted and said with disdain
"trouble."
In fact, what Chen Yuan said was not wrong. The original owner was the eldest daughter of a listed company and was raised in a pampered manner since childhood.
Not to mention blowing her hair, even putting on her socks is done by the nanny. She is like a rich girl who has never done housework and has lost the ability to take care of herself.
Therefore, they became the first batch of cannon fodder when the end of the world came.
Fu Yan said he was disgusted, but his actions were very honest.
He took the hair dryer from Shen Yuan's hand, raised his chin, and said coldly
"Go ahead and sit down."
A smile suddenly appeared on Shen Yuan's aggrieved face. She nodded and walked to the chair and sat down obediently.
It was the first time that Fu Yan tried to blow-dry a girl's hair. He took a deep breath and sweat seeped out of his palms.
When he was in the army, he never got nervous when faced with tasks that were so difficult that they were almost impossible to complete.
Now I almost failed because of a hair dryer.
"Be gentle...it hurts."
Another strand of hair was pulled out, and Shen Yuan's fair and tender face wrinkled in pain, staring at Fu Yan aggrievedly.
Fu Yan looked away slightly guiltily and wrapped his hair around his fingertips a few times.
The long fingers gather together and wrap it.
Holding the evidence of crime tightly in his palm, Fu Yan's ears turned red.
"Sorry, I'll be gentler this time."
Chen Yuan said yes softly, turned around and let Fu Yan continue to blow her.
Fu Yan breathed a sigh of relief and hid the hair in his palm into his pocket.
Fu Yan is a grown man. After washing his hair, he usually just blows it half-dry with a hair dryer and then leaves it alone.
Now I have encountered a spoiled and coquettish little zombie, and I don’t know where to start for a moment.
Fu Yan lifted a strand of hair with her fingertips and turned on the second level of warm air, blowing it slowly.
In the past, he just thought it was pretentious and a waste of time.
Now my patience has reached its limit.
The warm wind blew through the hair and touched Shen Yuan's scalp.
Fu Yan's movements were very gentle, as if he was treating a precious treasure, and he was extremely cautious.
Chen Yuan quietly rested her head on Fu Yan's abdominal muscles, found a comfortable position, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
I have to say that Fu Yan is still very considerate and never pulled out a single hair.
After his hair was dry, Fu Yan turned off the hair dryer and found that the little zombie had fallen asleep leaning against him.
Well, this really treats him as a nanny.
Fu Yan took a deep breath, his face showing an indulgence and pampering that he himself had not noticed.
He put down the hair dryer and looked down at the sleeping face of the little zombie.
She was not very quiet when she slept. The soft flesh on both sides of her cheeks was squeezed out and curved into a small crescent-shaped arc. She was mumbling something, but no one knew what she was saying.
Fu Yan reached out and pinched her face, his voice pretending to be indifferent.
"Hey, wake up."
There was no response. The little zombie was sleeping soundly against him, and from time to time, the steady and sweet snoring of a piglet could be heard.
Fu Yan's sharp brows softened instantly. He bent down, put his long arms through the little zombie's legs, and picked her up sideways.
The little zombie was so light that it seemed as if its weight was not felt on the arm.
But Fu Yan was still very cautious, as if he was afraid of hurting her.
Fu Yan put the little zombie on the bed, tucked the quilt in, and was about to turn around and take a shower.
Suddenly, a force came from his neck, lifting him up and pulling him down.
Then, a light and pleasant smell of shower gel rushed into my nose.
Fu Yan buried his head in the little zombie's neck, his breathing becoming hot and heavy.
He quickly supported himself with his arms to avoid getting too close to the little zombie.
But the effect is minimal.
The arm that was holding the neck was so strong that it couldn't be moved at all.
A mutated zombie, even if it is a girl, is as strong as two adult men.
Fu Yan wanted to break free forcefully, but when he looked at the little zombie's fair and innocent face, he suddenly seemed to lose all his strength, with only one thought in his mind.
What if you get hurt?
It's like playing a game of chess.
Fu Yan was in a difficult situation and had no way out.
Shen Yuan pressed on step by step, recklessly and boldly, until he was forced into a corner with nowhere to escape.
Fu Yan was unable to struggle. Like a trapped animal with its hands and feet tied, he could only wait obediently for his master's favor.
The status of the two seemed to be reversed in an instant.
Fu Yan only felt his heartbeat getting faster and faster, pressing against the little zombie's chest.
It's so soft.
He looked like a boiled shrimp, his whole body red.
"Little zombie, let go."
Fu Yan slowed down his tone and discussed with Shen Yuan in a gentle voice.
But there was no point in talking to a sleeping little zombie.
She seemed to have found the most delicious dessert in the world, and she stretched out her soft tongue and took a lick.
Fu Yan felt a sticky touch on his cheek, and his whole body went numb. He stood there in a daze, forgetting to struggle.
The arm at the neck suddenly exerted force, and Fu Yan was not paying attention for a moment, and was trapped in the arms of the little zombie, unable to move.
She was like a child who had received a gift and was reluctant to let it go.
Fu Yan's skin was burning hot, pressing tightly against the little zombie's blue plush pajamas.
The two of them were so close that they could see the tiny hairs on her face.
Delicate and beautiful eyebrows, high nose bridge, and rosy lips with a watery sheen.
Fu Yan's eyes deepened slightly, and his sharp Adam's apple rolled up and down, unable to hide his lust.
He moved his lips, and the next second, a shadow appeared in front of his eyes.
There was a cool and soft touch on the lips.
They separated in an instant, in just a few seconds.
Realizing that he had been taken advantage of, Fu Yan was slightly startled, his cold, pale cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
The little zombie... kissed him.
"Seriously?"
Fu Yan whispered.
The little zombie licked the corner of his mouth and actually smiled sweetly.
I don’t know what kind of beautiful dream I had.
She was sleeping soundly, which made his heart beat fast.
Fu Yan twitched his lips, looked down, sneered at his own disappointing reaction, and angrily asked:
"Didn't you say your hands were sore? Liar, I saw you were quite strong when you hugged me."
The little zombie naturally couldn't answer and slept soundly.
Fu Yan slowly approached and asked in a low voice
"No regrets?"
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."
Fu Yan seemed unaware of how shameless his question was. He curled his lips and leaned forward.
The moment he got what he wanted, Fu Yan's eyebrows curved slightly, unable to hide his joy.
Outside the window, the moon hangs high in the sky, casting a veil over the cozy little room.
On the bed, the man took the petite woman into his arms with a possessive gesture.
Everything was quiet until...
Chen Yuan opened her eyes cautiously and looked up at Fu Yan beside her.
Fu Yan was sleeping soundly, and his sharp eyebrows and eyes had softened a lot.
Chen Yuan curled her lips, a cunning look flashed across her eyes, and she smiled and leaned into Fu Yan's arms.
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