Shock! The male protagonist has turned dark again, the host should pamper him

inside the house.

Han Jianchuan devoured the bread voraciously while Xu Muzhe looked around.

Unlike the dirty and messy staircase, Han Jianchuan kept the house quite clean.

At least there's no rotting smell and it's barely habitable.

Because of the power outage, Han Jianchuan lit a candle that he had collected from another room, so there was still enough candle supply.

It is estimated that when the residents fled, they only took food with them and left the rest of the supplies behind.

Han Jianchuan felt a little shy when he saw Xu Muzhe looking around his room, so he spoke up to attract his attention.

"Have you also been separated from your family?"

Xu Muzhe came back to his senses and looked up at him, "Yeah, that's about right."

Han Jianchuan nodded and said with a disappointed look, "Me too."

When he woke up, he was covered in wounds and had no relatives or friends around him.

He couldn't remember anything about the past, his mind was blank, and he even forgot his own name.

Han Jianchuan guessed that he must have been separated from his family, and that they might have been infected by zombies, leaving him alone.

He looked at the bite marks on his arms and thought he would become a zombie too.

To his surprise, he did not turn into a zombie, but his wounds healed on their own.

Han Jianchuan was afraid that he was an alien, or that he was half human, half zombie, so he didn't dare to approach other humans and hid alone in this dilapidated building.

He had eaten up almost all the remaining food in the building.

If he wasn't extremely hungry, he probably wouldn't have let Xu Muzhe in.

Han Jianchuan observed Xu Muzhe carefully, thinking that it would be okay to keep him for only one night, and he could just kick him out tomorrow.

He also didn't want to reveal too much about his ability to heal wounds, lest Xu Muzhe cut him into pieces and eat him.

Woo woo woo, he doesn’t want his flesh to be cut.

Han Jianchuan's gaze was too strong, Xu Muzhe couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to. He looked over with a helpless expression.

"Why? Is there not enough food?"

Han Jianchuan was startled and accidentally swallowed the unchewed bread, which got stuck in his throat.

He patted his chest quickly and tried to swallow it.

"Have some water." Xu Muzhe took out a bottle of mineral water from his bag and handed it to Han Jianchuan. "You are so old, but you can still choke on a piece of bread."

Han Jianchuan took the mineral water without hesitation and gulped down several gulps.

"It fills my mouth with food."

Xu Muzhe stretched out his thumb and stroked his lips, then put it back into his mouth and swallowed the crumbs.

Han Jianchuan:!!!

"How could you..." Han Jianchuan's face flushed, his beautiful eyes widened, and he stammered, "How could you... do this... It's... Too..."

Xu Muzhe chuckled, "Why, we're all men, are you afraid that I'll take advantage of you?"

Xu Muzhe's words inadvertently touched Han Jianchuan's mind, causing his cheeks to turn redder and his ears to feel hot.

"I don't think so!" Han Jianchuan said hypocritically, "I just think it's unhygienic."

"It's the end of the world, and you're still considering hygiene?"

Han Jianchuan pursed his lips and retorted in a low voice, "What do you care about me?"

"You can eat all the food in the bag."

Xu Muzhe generously put his backpack on the table and continued, "You can eat whatever you want. I'm going to rest first, and you should rest early too."

Han Jianchuan looked at his backpack and asked in surprise, "Is it really possible? It can't be a trap."

Xu Muzhe said unhappily, "Why would I lie to you?"

Han Jianchuan stared at him warily.

In the end times, everyone knows that food is the most precious thing. How many relatives have killed each other just for a bite of food?

What's more, there is no relationship between them. They are just strangers who just met today.

Han Jianchuan swallowed and reached for the fruit knife with one hand.

"Are you so kind?" Han Jianchuan hid the fruit knife behind his back and continued, "You don't want to fatten me up and then eat me, do you?"

Xu Muchhe: "..."

The system was right. Han Jianchuan, who had lost his memory, was very naive. But wasn't he a little too naive?

"Why would I eat you instead of eating good food? I'm afraid I'm mentally ill."

Han Jianchuan: “…”

"Also, didn't I tell you that such a short knife is dangerous?" Xu Muzhe patted the axe, "If you really want to kill me, use this."

Han Jianchuan's body trembled, and he threw the fruit knife on the floor guiltily, explaining, "I just wanted to peel the fruit."

Xu Muzhe chuckled twice and lay down on the bed.

"Ah! Your clothes are so dirty!"

Han Jianchuan looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears. He had finally washed the quilt clean on a rainy day some time ago, but now it was dirty again.

This man is so annoying.

Xu Muzhe turned over, looked at him and said, "Do you want to come up and sleep with me?"

Han Jianchuan turned his face away angrily, "No."

"what ever."

Xu Muzhe had been walking for a day and a night and had killed so many zombies that he was already exhausted.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Han Jianchuan stared blankly at the sleeping Xu Muzhe, thinking that this was too naive.

He turned to look at the backpack, considering whether to steal it and run away.

After struggling internally for more than ten minutes, Han Jianchuan decided to give up. He moved his chair and fell asleep leaning against the wall.

Get rid of the man tomorrow!