The host of the quick-wear salted fish is the boss's favorite

No, that's not right. Why should I worry about him doing anything?

No, if this goes on, what if he catches a cold?

What should I do if I fall into the water and drown?

Yes, if he drowned, he wouldn't die in his own hands.

The man made up a very childish excuse for himself, then he flipped over and jumped out of the window.

The tall figure moved fiercely in the darkness.

The night was cold and dewy, and he even forgot to wear a coat and only wore a black shirt.

He hid his figure to avoid the red light and ultraviolet rays of the base commander's house, and jumped nimbly to the balcony on the second floor of the villa, which was Chu Shiyu's master bedroom.

He carefully climbed in through the balcony window that was covered with vines.

Looking at the familiar furnishings in the room, his steps suddenly stopped, and he realized that he had actually climbed over the wall and sneaked into his enemy's room.

What should I do? Should I go in and get him out?

If we get discovered, we're doomed.

Stupid, wouldn’t it be better if he didn’t find out? Yes, if he wakes up in the middle of the process, just knock him out.

The man curved his lips and walked briskly into the bathroom. What caught his eyes was a piece of snow-white skin, as quiet and beautiful as a picture of Sleeping Beauty.

His heart was beating uncontrollably and he approached carefully step by step, afraid that any movement would wake the sleeping person.

The man gently rolled up his sleeves, revealing his explosive arms.

He half-squatted, leaned down, put his hands through the warm water, gently held the sleeping beauty's waist and picked her up sideways.

He put one foot on the edge of the bathtub and placed the beauty's legs on his own.

He freed one hand, picked up the towel next to him, and gently wiped the water off his body.

The movements were gentle and delicate, just like treating a precious and fragile item.

The man didn't dare to make even the slightest heavy breath, for fear of waking up the person in his arms.

He just wanted to end this ridiculous and outrageous situation as soon as possible.

After wiping off the water, he carefully carried the person to the bed like a thief.

He covered the person with the quilt with trembling hands, and his mind told him that he must leave immediately!

But his body did not move. He stood stiffly beside the bed, his eyes fixed on the well-behaved person who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

His mind unconsciously recalled the touch of the delicate and soft skin just now, and his heart couldn't stop rippling, and his ears gradually turned red.

He squatted down and looked closely at the sleeping face of the person in the dream, and his confused mood gradually calmed down.

There were tiny rays of light scattered on the beauty's long and narrow eyelashes, which made people curious and stretch out their fingers to touch them gently.

The man's fingertips moved from the eyelashes to the delicate nose bridge, gently stroking them until they landed on the soft lips.

He couldn't help but murmur in a low voice: "This guy is so handsome. If, if there were no hatred in the previous life, maybe..."

The person in the sleep seemed to be sleeping uneasily. He frowned slightly and turned over impatiently, changing his body from lying flat to lying on his side.

The pretty face was facing the man squatting at the head of the bed. The man was so frightened by her sudden turning over that his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

The person in the sleep made a soft and unclear sound: "Ye Ye, don't disturb my sleep."

The man's body stiffened for a moment.

"Boom, boom, boom." The man's heartbeat was pounding in his ears.

He stood up in a panic, turned quickly, climbed out of the window, and disappeared into the night with a few jumps from the balcony.

Almost instantly, the man returned to his room.

The man sat in front of the bed, trying to calm his troubled thoughts.

What did he say just now?

I can't hear it clearly, but judging from his lip shape, it seems like he is calling Ye Ye. Is he calling me?

Did he dream about me?

There was an unexpected knock on the door, interrupting his thoughts.

"Boom, boom, boom~"

The man instantly woke up from his wild thoughts.

He frowned and opened the door.

In the dim candlelight, Rong Qingqing had smooth shoulder-length hair, was wearing a pure white silk suspender skirt, and was standing outside the door with a candle in her hand.

Fu Lingye asked coldly: "What's the matter?"

Rong Qingqing blushed and said shyly, "Captain, can you let me in?"

The man had a cold face and frowned: "No."

Rong Qingqing blushed and said nervously: "Captain, I feel cold sleeping alone, but can I sleep with you?"

"No." The man refused mercilessly.

With a "bang", the door was ruthlessly closed by the man.

Rong Qingqing was so cold that she shivered all over and muttered in dissatisfaction: "Captain, you really don't understand romance!"

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The next morning, the sun shone through the window and fell on the edge of the bed.

Chu Shiyu felt that the light today was particularly dazzling, and he raised his slender arms to cover his eyes unhappily.

"Host, are you awake?" Maomao asked in surprise.

"Well, for what?"

"I just want to tell you that the favorability value is now -350." Maomao reminded.

"Huh? What's going on? How come the favorability increased after just one night of sleep?" Chu Shiyu asked puzzledly.

"The host fell asleep while taking a shower yesterday. I was about to wake you up, but the boss climbed over the wall and ran over." Maomao said excitedly.

"Then why didn't you wake me up?" Chu Shiyu stared angrily.

Maomao was puzzled: "Why should I wake you up? How could I miss such a good opportunity to increase my favorability?"

Chu Shiyu: “..........” The cat has learned bad things, should he be beaten?

He sat up slowly, his eyes scanning the open window.

Damn, no wonder the light is so dazzling today, it turns out there is a thief in the room.

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After breakfast.

Chu Shiyu took Ding Xiaoyuan and Yan Fenfen, the younger brother he had just recruited yesterday, to the supplies department.

The three of them chatted as they walked.

Ding Xiaoyuan asked curiously: "Brother Yan, why is your name so...special?"

A flash of sadness flashed across Yan Fenfen's calm eyes, and her heart felt sour.

After a moment of silence, he explained in a low voice: "This is my sister's name. I just want to use her name and live for her."

Hearing this, Ding Xiaoyuan quickly apologized, "Brother Yan, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked this question."

Obviously this is a very sad question, all because of his bad mouth.

"Host, his sister is not dead, she just turned into a zombie, a zombie that can save all of humanity."

"His sister is a zombie with human memories. Her body has mutated, and human serum and viruses coexist. She will be discovered by the male protagonist later, and then work with researchers who study zombie viruses to develop an antidote to eliminate the zombie virus, becoming the savior of the end of the world."

Chu Shiyu glanced at the sad man and thought for a moment: "What does your sister look like? Do you have a photo?"

Yan Fenfen didn't understand what was going on, but she still took out a black wallet from her pocket, carefully took out the family photo from the interlayer, and handed it to him to see.

Chu Shiyu glanced at the young boy in the photo and said seriously, "Well, remember, next time if I see a zombie that looks like your sister, I will bring her back to you."

Yan Fenfen was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when she heard this. She didn't know whether he really wanted to help her or was deliberately hurting her heart.

Chu Shiyu patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Don't be so depressed, maybe your sister is still alive."

Yan Fanfen just thought he was joking and didn't take it seriously, but still nodded helplessly.