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Around 3 p.m. the following afternoon, Qingli opened his eyes, which were filled with a purple light. After waking up, he sat up. After merging with the Zombie King, he inherited all of his memories.
Everything, including how she was born in the Flower Kingdom and how she later became the Zombie King, was recalled in Qingli's memory.
A day and a night almost trapped him in those memories.
Ye Shang sat on the other sofa, looking at the personal computer in his hand. Noticing the movement, he looked up and saw that Qing Li had already sat up.
She turned off the personal terminal and walked to the bedside. "This time it went so quickly. Was the soul fusion successful?"
Qingli reached out and hugged Ye Shang: "Yes, it went very smoothly. It's probably because I fused with a fragment last time, so the time was shorter this time."
Ye Shang took the cloak from the side and put it on: "Would you like to go downstairs and get something to eat?"
Qingli let her tie the cloak around her neck, then looked up at her and said, "Will you eat with me?"
Ye Shang reached out and pinched his ear. After feeling that he was no longer cold, she let go, put fluffy slippers on him, and picked him up like a sloth.
"Okay, Aunt Jiang made some porridge and some light side dishes. She said she'll keep them warm so you can eat them as soon as you wake up."
Qingli hugged her neck, her eyes smiling, "I want to take a shower first."
He was still dressed in the same outfit as yesterday; Ye Shang hadn't changed it for him.
Ye Shang carried him into the bathroom. "Okay, I'll go get you some clean clothes."
About twenty minutes later, Qingli came downstairs dressed in clean and refreshing clothes. He dried his wet hair and walked into the living room, where he saw that food had already been set out on the dining table on the other side.
He simply squatted down in front of Ye Shang and said, "Help me dry my hair."
He spoke with such conviction that Ye Shang readily accepted the towel.
Qingli's hair wasn't particularly broken; rather, it had a slightly messy, split style, like the kind of hair that was popular before the apocalypse.
Now, after washing, it all collapsed, and it became messy again while wiping it.
Ye Shang's fingertips continued to wander through his hair. Suddenly, she thought of something and said, "No wonder you spend so much time in front of the mirror every morning fixing your hair. So you spend all your time fussing over your hairstyle."
Their bedroom had a table and a dressing table, but most of the items on it were used by Qingli, and Ye Shang hardly ever used them.
A comb, a small hair dryer, and a small hair straightener—these were all things that Qingli took out from her own space.
He's the one who's always been using it; Ye Shang has never touched it.
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