There are little zombies at home

Thinking of the zombie movies he watched in the past, Zhong Jing didn't forget to take out his scarf and wrap it around his neck tightly before going to bed. After making sure that there was no place to put his mouth, he lay down next to the little zombie and fell asleep in peace.

Hearing Zhong Jing's steady breathing, the little zombie beside him suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked sideways at Zhong Jing stiffly, then reached out to touch his empty neck, and his eyes fixed on the scarf around Zhong Jing's neck.

In just a moment, the tightly wrapped scarf loosened, and then followed the sight of the little zombie all the way to his neck, imitating the way Zhong Jing wrapped it around his neck for a few times.

Seeing that both of them were wearing the same scarf around their necks, the little zombie turned his head in satisfaction, and then reached into the quilt to touch Zhong Jing's little finger with his little hand. Seeing that he didn't respond, he simply squeezed his hand tightly.

The little zombie didn't know how to laugh yet, so he just bent his eyes at this moment, showing two rows of white teeth, and growled a few times in a low voice.

……

It was already night when Zhong Jing woke up, and before he could open his eyes, he heard a muffled sound coming from the room.

He thought it was his stomach screaming from hunger, but just as he was about to reach out to touch his stomach, he felt a cold force pulling his hand to the other side.

By the time Zhong Jing came to his senses again, the little zombie had already pressed his hand on his belly and rubbed it a few times.

"Hoo~" The little zombie yelled comfortably, looking at Zhong Jing with big eyes, and his stomach groaned.

"You, are you hungry?" Zhong Jing forgot to withdraw his hand for a moment, thinking about the food of the zombies, he couldn't help but gasp, isn't the food of the zombies just like him, a living person?

"Ho Ho!" The little zombie nodded, and rubbed his belly against Zhong Jing's palm to express how hungry he was.

"So, you, you, you, do you want to drink my blood?" Zhong Jing asked stammeringly, but his expression was extremely serious, as if the other party was sure that he would dare to go all out.

"Roar?" The little zombie tilted his head, then slowly moved towards Zhong Jing.

Zhong Jing's heart raised his throat, and he groped around behind with his free hand to find a hard object to defend himself, but he only had a mobile phone behind him except for the pillow, which seemed to have no deterrent effect.

At the same time, the little zombie had already crawled in front of Zhong Jing.

I saw him raise his head cautiously, quickly "snap" a few times, successfully smeared the saliva all over Zhong Jing's face, and then retracted to his original position.

"What are you kissing me for!" Zhong Jing exclaimed angrily.

It never occurred to Ren that the little zombie leaned over just to kiss him, and after the kiss, he shyly hid back under the covers, making his previous anxiety ridiculous.

In the end, Zhong Jing took the little zombie to the dining room, and then took out the only food he had left from the refrigerator—two eggs, a tomato and a handful of green onions.

"You are just jumping stiff now, and you can still fly when you get better, so you have to eat more vegetables, or you will be too fat to fly." Zhong Jing spoke nonsense earnestly, and only hoped that this zombie of his own would not care about it casually in the future. His flesh and blood will do.

The little zombie stared at him blankly, looked down at the food again, and finally picked up the tomato in the middle, sucked up the juice inside in two or three strokes, and then looked at Zhong Jing eagerly.

"Not full yet?" Zhong Jing had no choice but to bear the little zombie's gaze, so he had to agree, "Then wait a minute, I'll go out and buy it for you now."

"Roar!" Watching Zhong Jing stand up, the little zombie stretched out his hand and grabbed him, "Roar!"

"What?" Zhong Jing couldn't understand his simple roar, so he could only guess, "You want redder tomatoes?"

The little zombie shook his head.

"You want sweeter tomatoes?"

The little zombie continued to shake his head, and quickly made gestures with his hands, which made Zhong Jing understand immediately.

"You want to go out with me?"

"Roar!" The little zombie finally nodded.

This time it was Zhong Jing's turn to be in trouble. Although it was already dark at this time, the little zombie's attire was really eye-catching. If someone found out, it would be difficult for both of them.

"It's not impossible to go out, but you have to promise me to change your hairstyle." Zhong Jing thought that the clothing problem would be easy to solve, but the braid behind the little zombie was hard to hide, and the best way was to cut it off.

The little zombie only understood the first half of his sentence, and agreed without fussing about the rest.

A few minutes later, Zhong Jing found out the scissors and cut off the little zombie's braid in one fell swoop.

But looking at the little zombie's black hair with only half of his head left, Zhong Jing still couldn't see it, so he cut off all the hair on his head again.

At the end, the little zombie touched his bald head in the mirror, and looked at Zhong Jing resentfully, his eyes were full of grievances, "Hey~"

"Actually, you look better with a bald head. Really, you're still fashionable." Zhong Jing hurriedly comforted him, then stretched out his hand to pat his head, and repeated, "It's so pretty!"

"Roar!" The little zombie felt Zhong Jing's body temperature, immediately put the dissatisfaction behind him, took his hand and clamored to go out.

At this time, the little zombie had already changed into Zhong Jing's clothes, with a fisherman's hat on his head, bouncing around like a young high school student.

But Zhong Jing still wrapped himself into rice dumplings, looked up and saw the teeth of the little zombie, and conveniently brought him a mask, which happened to match him.

There is a supermarket opposite the community, so the distance they need to walk is not far.

Perhaps it was because the zombies were so dark that the dogs they encountered along the way did not dare to approach them, and some even ran back in fear. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people around, Zhong Jing secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a meow suddenly came from the grass, and the little zombie trembled when he heard the sound, and then jumped directly onto Zhong Jing, just like a frightened large koala.

Zhong Jing silently raised his arms to hug him, then stamped his feet to drive away the cat, only then accepted the fact that his little zombie was afraid of cats.

"It's okay, it's gone." Zhong Jing comforted the little zombie.

"Ho Ho Ho!" The little zombie looked up at him, as if saying that the kitten was scary.

"For a kitten, you are more terrifying." Zhong Jing reached out and poked the tip of his nose.

"Hey..." The little zombie flattened his mouth, as if he wanted to say that he was not scary.

"But, I'm not afraid of you." Not seeing his lost look, Zhong Jing shrugged, pretending to be relaxed.

His comfort was very effective, the little zombie's eyes lit up immediately, he pulled off his mask, held Zhong Jing's face with both hands and kissed him firmly.

Zhong Jing was powerless to resist, and let the little zombie drool on his face again, thinking that it would be nice to have a coquettish and cute zombie.