Rebirth in the End of the World: My Little Godly Man

"Yanshu... I miss you so much." Li Muchen's voice murmured with a slight nasal tone.

Mo Yanshu frowned slowly, hugged Li Muchen with one hand, and put the other hand on his head and rubbed his hair.

"I'm back and everything is fine. Is it...what happened?" Mo Yanshu hesitated for a moment and finally spoke.

Li Muchen nestled in his arms, shaking his head repeatedly, but holding him tighter.

Mo Yanshu gently stroked his hair, again and again, until Li Muchen calmed down a little, then he raised his hand to hold his shoulders, held his face, and said softly: "Be good, tell me, what's wrong?"

As he spoke, a hint of bloody smell from Mo Yanshu's body hit his nose. Li Muchen raised his head suddenly, with a little more panic in his expression. He grabbed Mo Yanshu, looked at the blood on his body, and his breathing stagnated: "Are you injured?"

"No, I'm fine. It's not mine." Mo Yanshu said in a low voice. He raised his hand and gently pinched the tip of Li Muchen's nose, and said slowly, "You've calculated it all, baby, I'm really fine. But you..."

While Mo Yanshu was talking, Li Muchen had already raised his hand to lift up his clothes. Mo Yanshu felt helpless and held his hand and said, "Come over here and talk. I'll wash it for a while."

Li Muchen followed Mo Yanshu without a second thought, his eyes fixed on the two people's clasped hands. He curled the corners of his lips and suddenly felt a little happy.

"Wow—"

In front of the mirror in the bathroom outside the toilet, Mo Yanshu turned on the faucet. The water that came out was a little turbid at first, mixed with some reddish-brown rust, but after a while it began to become clear.

Mo Yanshu raised his hand and scooped up a handful of water to wash his face, then he took off his shirt and rinsed and rubbed it under the faucet.

The blood stains on the clothes quickly spread along with the water flow and gradually disappeared as Mo Yanshu rubbed them.

Li Muchen looked at the muscles on his back and raised his hand to touch them lightly.

Mo Yanshu froze for a moment, then continued to rub his clothes: "What happened? The rescue operation should be going pretty smoothly."

"It went well." Li Muchen nodded, looked at the bruise on his lean back, touched it gently, his eyes full of heartache.

"Muchen, you..." Before Mo Yanshu could finish his words, Li Muchen suddenly hugged him from behind. The warm touch on his back was soft, and the place where his lips pressed against his back felt a little itchy. His heart trembled again.

He raised his hand and put the clothes on the faucet. Water dripped down the corners of the clothes that had not been wrung out. Mo Yanshu turned around and held Li Muchen's shoulders with both hands. He held up his face and looked at him steadily: "What did Wang Xin say to you?"

This plan was decided in the previous life. Wang Xin mentioned it to him in this life. He didn't want to continue at first, but in the end, he agreed to it in order to settle down faster. Perhaps no one else could do it except him.

His only request was to take good care of Li Muchen.

God knows what will happen to Li Muchen when he is not around.

Under normal circumstances, he could manage to escape with Li Muchen safely, but he could not take Li Muchen with him when it came to putting himself in danger and using zombies to plot against people, whether for personal reasons or for the greater good.

In this situation, for him, Wang Xin is far more reliable than Liang Fengyuan.

But Li Muchen's reaction now clearly showed that he knew something.

Damn it, what did Wang Xin say to him...

"What did he say to you? Don't believe it. I'm fine..."

There was a flash of panic in his eyes, and he was suddenly a little scared. He was afraid of what Muchen would think of him if she knew him...

"He didn't say anything. It's all what you told me." Li Muchen hugged him tighter, his eyes flashing slightly.

Last night after everyone went to bed, he sat by the window looking outside. Later, Wang Xin also walked to his side, stood and looked out the window with a sad look in his eyes.

He still couldn't help but asked a lot of questions.

What Wang Xin said is almost the same as what Mo Yanshu said.

It’s just that Wang Xin described it in more detail…

I added to what Mo Yanshu just mentioned...

Added those things that would make him feel suffocated...

Inkstone Book...

His inkstone book...

Mo Yanshu half leaned on the sink, looking at the expression on Li Muchen's face, his breathing stagnated.

He stared at Li Muchen in front of him for a long while, and finally sighed resignedly. He put one hand around Li Muchen, rubbed his hair with the other hand, and said softly, "It turns out that my stove baby cares about me so much."

As soon as he said this, Li Muchen blinked, as if he had realized something. He raised his head and bit Mo Yanshu's lips: "If you know, don't run around and make me invisible. This is a punishment."

Mo Yanshu looked at him, stunned for a moment, then chuckled softly, raised his hands to hug Li Muchen, and gently kissed the side of his face.

Idiot, what kind of punishment is this...

Those days when he was not by his side, that was punishment...

"Brother Yanshu, Brother Xin is taking us to carry cement. I told you that you can go by yourself later... Sorry to bother you!! Anyway, you can go back by yourself later."

Xiao Qi ran to the door, took a look and turned back the way he came, left a word and disappeared again.

"We are in such a hurry. We haven't done anything shameful..."

Li Muchen withdrew his gaze from the door, and the moment he turned his head, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Yes, Mo Yanshu is washing clothes...

and so……

He has nothing on his upper body!!!

Uh……

"Ahem..." Li Muchen coughed lightly, scratched his head and said, "Let me help you wash..."

He didn't look at Mo Yanshu's face, but turned to look at the clothes on the faucet. The water dripped down. Just as he was about to touch the clothes, Mo Yanshu raised his hand to block it and said softly, "It's okay, it's almost done, I'll just twist it out."

"Oh..." Li Muchen nodded, raised his hand and hugged Mo Yanshu again from behind, "Then twist it, let me hug you."

Mo Yanshu chuckled helplessly and let him stick to him like that. He rinsed the clothes, wrung them dry, and held them in his hands.

"Should we help move things?" Li Muchen asked.

Turning his head, Mo Yanshu raised his arms and hugged his neck. The water from the clothes he had just washed dripped onto his arms, which had rolled up their sleeves, and felt a little cold.

"Let your husband take a rest." A deep voice sounded in my ears, and the breath hit my ears, slightly itchy. "This area is almost done. Collecting cement is what they can do. I'm tired after a night, you can drive me back..."

Husband...?

Does Mo Yanshu know what the hell he is talking about?

With a helpless sigh, Li Muchen nodded in Mo Yanshu's arms, like a chick pecking at rice: "I know, I know."

The voice was still murmuring. Mo Yanshu listened to his voice, the corners of his lips curled up slightly. He took two quick steps, took Li Muchen's hand, said nothing, and walked out side by side.

The morning light of dawn fell on the two of them, covering them with a layer of gentle gauze. The light penetrated through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows...