Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

In the evening, when Lu Zhan was picking up food for Si Mo, he saw that he was not in a good mood and did not even have the strength to eat. At first, he suspected that the dishes he cooked were not tasty. After all, although his food did not change after he became a zombie, his ability to perceive the taste of food gradually worsened.

Gradually, he could no longer taste the saltiness, bitterness or spiciness of food. It was no problem for him to eat it himself, but now he had a family and a wife, so he had to be more careful when serving fodder, and he wanted to count each grain of salt when adding it to the dishes.

After eating only a few bites, Si Mo put down his chopsticks and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to eat anymore."

"I feel a little tired. I'm going to go back and rest first."

He stood up suddenly, his head suddenly felt dizzy and he almost fell down. Fortunately, Lu Zhan supported his waist in time.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" The zombie asked with concern. The next moment, he was shocked by the temperature of his palm. He frowned slightly and said, "Momo, you have a fever."

The side effect of the god's illness is that every time this happens, he will be like drunk, saying some... words without restraint. Or do something crazy. He will definitely regret it the next day.

"No." He pushed Lu Zhan in annoyance, feeling his two hands on him. Although they were just for support, they seemed to be tightly attached to him. He said, "No tonight."

Lu Zhan was stunned, reached out and touched his burning forehead, wanted to retract his hand because of the burn, but held back.

"Can I take you back to the room first and then use a thermometer to measure your temperature?" He half-coaxed her gently and picked her up horizontally without saying anything.

Si Mo was still restlessly thumping in his arms, her cheeks flushed: "I said... I won't do it anymore!"

The Zombie King was both angry and amused. Why did his adopted wife always think about that kind of thing? Two people would have sex only when they were in love. Moreover, at this time, why would he take advantage of her and not let her rest?

"Okay, I won't do it."

Helplessly, Lu Zhan had to go along with what he said. Si Mo then closed his eyes and let him hold him, turning his head to rub against Lu Zhan's fragrant arms.

After putting the person on the bed and covering him with a quilt, Lu Zhan went out to look for a medical kit, which contained a thermometer.

But when he took it back to measure Si Mo, he suddenly realized that Si Mo had almost wrapped up his entire body under the quilt, leaving only the top of his head exposed. But at this moment, there suddenly appeared a pair of... fox ears?

Isn't he a rabbit?

The Zombie King blinked twice before moving closer uncertainly. He suspected that the side effects of the crappy virus were beginning to appear in his body, and his eyes were blurry.

"Ugh... cold."

The young man in the quilt groaned twice, and began to curl himself up into a small ball, his whole body trembling slightly.

Lu Zhan felt inexplicably distressed when he saw this. He walked over, leaned over and gently lifted a corner of the quilt, trying to coax the boy into putting the thermometer in his mouth, but the fox-eared boy clenched his teeth, and the moisture on his long eyelashes was quickly dried up by the high temperature.

Could it be that the fever was caused by the wind while riding in the helicopter today?

I shouldn't have agreed to Si Mo's pursuit of excitement and let him sit in the open air.

He simply squatted down and patted Si Mo's back slowly, to prevent him from suffocating himself. He pulled the quilt open to allow him to breathe, and patiently guided him: "My dear, let me measure your fever, okay?"

"Lu Zhan." At this time, Si Mo suddenly opened his eyes, his glass-like eyes quietly staring at the familiar face in front of him. He called Lu Zhan's name in a whisper and said, "I'm so cold."

"Can you hug me?" In the fox clan, they all huddle together for warmth.

"I..." The Zombie King hesitated. He himself was not a heat-generating body and did not have the normal temperature of a human. If he hugged Si Mo... it would probably be like hugging a piece of ice, which would be counterproductive.

"Don't you want to?" The young man lowered his eyelids in grievance, and even his ears drooped down in disappointment. He turned over and no longer faced Lu Zhan.

My wife seems... angry.

Soon, Si Mo heard the sound of a door closing in a daze. He opened his eyes with difficulty and stared blankly in front of him. Lu Zhan did not hug him, and he felt like he was abandoned by the whole world.

He closed his eyes, and soon a small spot on the soft pillow was wetted by a few tears of grievance.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt someone coming in, but he no longer had the strength to open his eyes. He just wanted to sleep and even forgot that he was still angry with Lu Zhan.

In a trance, he seemed to be propped up, and the edge of the bed sank. After Lu Zhan went up and let go of his hand, Si Mo fell back as if he had no bones, and his upper body just rested on his broad and warm chest.

"Hmm?" Si Mo perked up a little and called out uncertainly, "Lu Zhan?"

Lu Zhan wrapped the two of them tightly with the quilt, rested his chin between Si Mo's furry fox ears, and responded softly: "Yes, it's me."

"Open your mouth."

Si Mo's brain went blank, and he did what he said. Lu Zhan took the opportunity to put the thermometer in: "Bite it."

"Bit the pig..."

He was amused by the fox's vague tone, "How do you feel? Are you feeling warmer?"

Si Mo nodded honestly: "Very comfortable."

Lu Zhan was like a hot pack. In order to conduct heat better, he didn't wear any clothes. With such warm skin against his, Si Mo felt less cold.

"That's good." The Zombie King smiled silently. It was worth it for him to endure the pain and soak in hot water for more than half an hour.

A few minutes later, Lu Zhan took out the thermometer and saw that Si Mo's temperature had reached 39.8°C. The thermometer issued a dangerous red alarm.

I don’t know if he was confused because of the fever, but Si Mo pulled his collar with both hands dishonestly, and he stripped him naked when Lu Zhan didn’t notice.

At the beginning, the two of them hugged each other naked, and Lu Zhan didn't dare to move, for fear of an accidental discharge of the gun.

But he couldn't stand Si Mo's disobedience, so he played with his fingers and then touched his arm. Finally, Si Mo tilted his head and they kissed each other.

"That's enough..." Lu Zhan stopped urgently. Si Mo looked at him with confused and charming eyes, with a confused expression: "What's wrong? Don't you want to?"

It was you who said you wouldn't do it before. Lu Zhan wanted to say this.

"No, you have a fever now and you're sick." He suppressed the emotions surging in his eyes and said in a hoarse voice.

“It’s okay.” The boy licked the corner of his mouth, revealing the pink tip of his tongue. He looked like a cat that had stolen some fish, playful and cute.

"I heard that when you have a fever, it will be very..."

"Try it."

Lu Zhan frowned and refused bluntly: "No."

"Wait until you're ready before you do it. If you don't obey, I won't hold you."

"Hmph." The young man turned his head away angrily, and his left fox ear accidentally scraped the zombie's lips.

God knows how much he had to endure to say that. But the most provocative and hot one fell asleep, leaving him alone, unable to sleep all night.