Wear it quickly and don’t mess with the cutie

This method obviously worked for Qiao Muxi. After a while, her beautiful face was red and wet from crying, and she fell asleep with her head buried in Luo Xiran's chest where there was no heartbeat.

Let Luo Xiran's rusty brain spin wildly, thinking about how to please the little human in front of him, and how to fight against the ubiquitous love rivals.

His eyes flashed to her blushing shyly, to stroking her head, and to her crying, all occupying his mind one by one.

The sleeping Qiao Muxi moved her legs, shrank into Luo Xiran's arms and muttered incoherently: "...Meat, roast chicken..."

Luo Xiran looked down at her eyes full of smiles, and gave a stiff smile that was fleeting.He slowly moved closer to Qiao Muxi, and then placed a kiss on his lips...

In the next few days, Luo Xiran slept once by chance and climbed into bed every day.

Asking him to go down was as if he couldn't hear him, but he couldn't drive him away. Qiao Muxi had no choice but to give up the struggle. Every time he slept, he was hugged tightly, and his hands and feet were tied in the quilt like a penguin shaking his head.

The survivors on the opposite side, except for the women who often come to bring food, there is no other movement, and they have not been seen in the house at all these days.

Luo Xiran was in a happy mood, and his relaxed consciousness enveloped the room. At the same time, he secretly paid attention to the situation on the other side.

He somehow didn't want to see that group of people and really enjoyed the time the two of them had alone.

It was approaching noon, and after sleeping until she woke up naturally, Qiao Muxi slowly got up from the bed, and lazily came to the bedroom with her hair hanging down her head.

A large piece of Ruyan's flesh was lying on the table, and Luo Xiran was brandishing a knife next to him.

He had seen that knife before. It was a large knife used in the kitchen. It was too big and heavy for most people to hold, but in his hand it was as easy to cut meat as it was to cut tofu.

He took a deep breath and pointed at the trembling meat on the table. His fingertips were shaking so hard that he couldn't find the grass in the north. He swallowed: "What, what is this?"

Luo Xiran held the bloody knife and tilted his head innocently. He didn't like Qiao Muxi's fearful and timid eyes looking at him. He frowned and replied: "...meat"

"Human flesh...?"

"No," he answered quickly, "you don't like..."

Qiao Muxi blinked her big eyes. She didn't understand what it meant at first and was stunned.

Luo Xiran continued to chop meat. When he lowered his head, his bright red ears gleamed into his eyes, revealing his inner thoughts at this moment.

Probably zombies rarely say such ambiguous and loving words. There is nothing wrong with the expression on their face, but their ears are red to the neck.

Reacting to the meaning of this sentence, Qiao Muxi also blushed and fell silent.

Luo Xiran divided the meat into pieces, put them in a basin and took them to the kitchen.Learn from the books on cooking that you have read and cook slowly.

Ignoring the bloody pile of meat and the mismatched knife, it's like cooking a Michelin meal.

Then the smell of meat gradually wafted from the kitchen, and soon the greedy cat was attracted by the tree. The greedy cat couldn't resist the temptation and wandered to the kitchen. He poked his head and said: "It smells so good."

Her eyes were shining brightly as she looked at Luo Xiran's cooking.

"Right away", Luo Xiran's expression was calm, but the smile in his lowered eyes was surging.

After a while, the fresh meat was cooked, and it was fragrant. Qiao Muxi sat at the dining table expectantly, waiting to be fed, with chopsticks in one hand and a spoon in the other.

With so much meat, Qiao Muxi would definitely not be able to finish it in one meal. Luo Xiran sealed the rest in a bag and hid it in a box under the bed.

The aroma of the cooked meat is so strong that it can attract animals from a hundred miles away. Strangely, even the people at the door don't notice it.

It was as if the space where Qiao Muxi was located was covered by glass bottles and could not be touched by others.