Shock! The male protagonist has turned dark again, the host should pamper him

Xu Muzhe settled down in Han Jianchuan's home.

Han Jianchuan was very afraid of Xu Muzhe, so he gave his bed to him. He pulled a small cushion and curled up in the corner to rest.

Xu Muzhe looked at him intently and felt that Xiao Zhi in this world was quite interesting.

Not very smart, but very cute.

He was obviously scared to death, but he didn't know that he could just go to the house next door. But it might also be that he thought there was food here at Xu Muzhe's place, so even if there was real danger, he just wanted to die with a full stomach.

Han Jianchuan was lying on the mattress, reading the comic book he had stolen from downstairs. His two white and slender legs swayed, and he was completely unaware of how attractive he was.

When the plot got to the funny part, Han Jianchuan couldn't help laughing out loud, and turned over and continued lying down.

When he raised his eyes, his gaze met Xu Muzhe's. Han Jianchuan immediately stopped smiling, his cheeks turned red, and he lowered his head and coughed.

"Sorry...I'll keep my voice down."

"It's okay, it won't affect you."

Han Jianchuan flipped through two pages of the comic and found that the gaze above his head was still very strong. He frowned uncomfortably, and an expression of dissatisfaction appeared on his pretty and delicate face.

"Why do you keep looking at me?"

Xu Muzhe chuckled, "Because I have nothing to do."

Han Jianchuan pointed to the bookshelf and said, "You can read the comics on there. There are several serialized ones."

"The life and death of these authors are unknown, and you can't see the ending after reading them. What's the point of reading them?" said Xu Muzhe.

"It's better than nothing." Han Jianchuan turned his head away and snorted coldly, "You are too difficult to please. Do you know that I was almost discovered by zombies when I went out to move these comic books?"

Even if he has antibodies in his body, it doesn't mean that zombies won't bite him.

Han Jianchuan is a bit of a germaphobe, and it's so disgusting to be chased and bitten by zombies.

"So, stop complaining. It's good to have books to kill time." Han Jianchuan said, glaring at Xu Muzhe.

Now that the topic has been brought up, Xu Muzhe might as well strike while the iron is hot and see if Han Jianchuan remembers anything.

"You said your family members are separated, right?" Xu Muzhe sat up, staring at Han Jianchuan with deep eyes, "Don't you plan to look for them?"

A trace of confusion flashed across Han Jianchuan's eyes.

He didn't know whether he had any relatives or not. He had forgotten his past and might just be an orphan.

Even if there really are, in this apocalyptic world, finding family members is probably harder than climbing to the sky.

What's more, he is now an alien, and even if he finds his family, no one will dare to accept him.

"No." Han Jianchuan closed the comic book. "There are zombies everywhere. It's good enough that I can protect myself. How can I talk about looking for my relatives?"

"That's right." Xu Muzhe nodded, "With someone as delicate as you, you'll definitely be targeted if you go out."

Han Jianchuan's ears turned red, and he said angrily, "Don't keep talking about me like that. Being able to survive the apocalypse is not too bad, right?"

Noticing Xu Muzhe's suspicious look, Han Jianchuan emphasized, "I'm super powerful. I can fight zombies."

Xu Muzhe was amused by him, "Okay, I believe it."

Han Jianchuan knew that Xu Muzhe didn't believe it, but he had no way to prove himself, so he had to stand up angrily.

"I'm hungry."

Xu Muzhe curled his lips and said, "Go get your own food."

Han Jianchuan snorted and went to rummage through Xu Muzhe's backpack.

Only then did I realize that there was a lot less stuff inside, and I estimated that it could only last for a week at most.

Han Jianchuan pursed his lips, swallowed, hesitated for a minute, and then zipped up his backpack.

"Why don't you eat?"

"I'm not hungry anymore."

After Han Jianchuan finished speaking softly, he sat back on his mattress and opened a comic book to read.

He held his stomach and suppressed his hunger.

The food was quickly eaten up, and after a week, the man would get hungry and leave.

The temperature was a little low at night.

Han Jianchuan curled up, hugged his arms tightly, and shivered from the cold.

"Come up if you're cold." Xu Muzhe suddenly spoke.

"No... no need..."

Xu Muzhe sat up, took out a flashlight from the drawer, and shone the light towards Han Jianchuan.

"Who will take care of you if you catch a cold?"

"It's none of your business." Han Jianchuan said stubbornly.

"Okay, when you get sick, I'll throw you out to feed the zombies."

Han Jianchuan:!!!

After Xu Muzhe finished threatening, he turned off the flashlight, lay down and closed his eyes.

After a while, the mattress sank to one side and a faint scent of laundry detergent wafted in.

"What a murderer! I hate him so much." Han Jianchuan complained in a low voice.

Xu Muzhe curled the corners of his mouth, turned over, and covered Han Jianchuan with the quilt, "I don't like you either."

"Humph, who wants you to like it?"

Han Jianchuan wrapped himself in the quilt and sighed in comfort.

So warm...

Before he could be happy for long, he was pulled into Xu Muzhe's arms, as if a huge net was covering him.

Han Jianchuan was angry and anxious, "Why are you hugging me?"

Xu Muzhe rested his chin on Han Jianchuan's head and said lazily, "Your quilt is so small. If we don't sleep next to each other, a cold wind will blow in from my side."

"Then there's no need for you to hug me." Han Jianchuan began to struggle, "Let me go."

"If you make any more noise, I'll throw you out and feed you to the zombies." Xu Muzhe deliberately emphasized the last three words.

Han Jianchuan really didn't move.

"I hate you the most." Han Jianchuan muttered.