The end of the world is coming: Socially anxious zombies just want to travel around the world

Negar used his magic to search Yan Si's body and found that her body was fine, but her soul was very weak.

He sat on the edge of the bed, nervously clenching Yan Si's hand. No matter what he did, Yan Si remained unconscious lying on the bed, as if her soul was hiding in this body, unwilling to come out to see him.

"Yan, I'm scared, please don't ignore me, okay?"

Negar's face looked even more worried. He reached out and gently touched Yan Si's face, but the next second, Yan Si's brows slightly frowned, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he seemed to be about to wake up.

This discovery made Negar's already tense mind even more focused. The hand he held in Yan Si's was trembling slightly. He called out softly, fearing to disturb Yan Si.

"Yan..."

In response to Negar's gentle call, Yan Si slowly opened his eyes, which surprised Negar.

As soon as Yan Si opened his eyes, he saw Negar's face with mixed feelings.

In response, Yan Si opened his lips slightly and whispered: "Negal..."

Negar was stunned, then immediately responded, "I'm here."

Then he asked with concern: "Yan, you are awake, are you feeling any discomfort in your body? Why is your soul so weak?"

Yan Si looked at Negar like this, and it seemed that he had turned back to the way he was when they first met.

Yan Si whispered, "Negar, come closer, I have something to tell you."

Negar had no doubts about Yan Si's request. After leaning closer, Yan Si sat up in shock from his dying illness, stood up abruptly and covered Negar's face with the quilt, then skillfully rolled Negar tightly into the quilt and put him on the bed.

Negar could have escaped when Yan Si suddenly attacked, but he did not resist and obediently let Yan Si roll him up in the quilt.

Negar originally thought that Yan Si wanted to cover him under the quilt and beat him up to vent his anger. Just when he was thinking about whether he should protect his face, after all, Yan Si once said that he liked his face very much. If his face was hurt, then the only point that Yan Si liked about him would be gone. Suddenly, he felt a sinking sensation in his body, and soon his eyes brightened, and Yan Si's expressionless face appeared in front of him.

It was Yan Si who pulled aside the quilt and unsealed his head.

At this moment, his hair was disheveled, and his delicate and handsome face made Yan Si complain in his heart again: This face is really, I never get tired of looking at it.

Negar was stunned for a moment, then looked away and said, "If you are angry, hit me, but don't ignore me."

The next second, Yan Si held Negar's face with both hands and forced him to look at him. Looking at Negar's blank eyes, Yan Si said, "Angry? Of course I'm angry. I'm so angry that I can't be appeased."

After hearing this, Negar's heart sank to the bottom.

But Yan Si immediately said, "If I'm angry that you like me, then just tell me openly and pursue me openly. Why are you doing this abnormal forced love play?"

"Although I usually think that abnormal love is exciting when I read novels and comics, healthy love is certainly important."

"and....."

Yan Si thought of something, grabbed Negar's face with both hands, and said with an angry smile: "Besides, it's not like we can't meet after I go home. As long as you are alive, we can definitely meet again in time and space eight hundred years later, so what are you afraid of?"

Negar had never expected things to develop in this direction. After listening to Yan Si's story, his eyes widened and he quickly understood what Yan Si meant.

She didn't feel disgusted or hate me because of this. Instead, she said that she was willing to meet me again in her time and space.

Seeing Negar's stunned look at the moment, Yan Si chuckled, let go of his grip on the face, held his face, lowered his head and left a light kiss on the corner of Negar's eyes.

Now Negar was completely stunned.

Yan Si also felt shy and a little embarrassed.

But Yan Si reacted, she lifted Negar's chin and told a lie she had carefully woven: Negar, I am going to die. "

Negar, who was still immersed in the kiss just now:!