Doomsday After Turning into a Zombie

Ge Huai thought that Yan Xiaohao was cute, but he didn't say this in front of him, for fear that this little devil would blow his hair.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed the soft hair of the other party a few times before slowly letting go: "Shy?"

Yan Hao raised his head, and the man's hand slipped down on the white jade-like ear, stained with a little pink, the latter swallowed the itch in his throat, and looked away.

The young man glanced at him sideways and muttered, "You seem to be shy."

He paused, and there was a faint light in his eyes: "I'm ashamed of the person I like, can't I?"

Ge Huai could tell from his rejection of Song Jia before that Yan Hao was not a person who talked around the bush. He never thought that after falling in love, he would put aside his denial of liking him at the beginning, and the rest of the time he would be very straightforward. It seemed as if he had run away, and in exchange for a little baby who tilted his head from time to time and wanted to hug him.

His heart was beating like a drum, but the culprit had no self-knowledge. Ge Huai silently recorded Yan Xiaohao's lethality in his heart, and decided not to find fault with himself in the future, but he was the one who suffered in the end.

The two of them didn't feel tired of sticking together, because they couldn't solve the transportation problem in a short time, so they decided to stay temporarily.

The leader who was yelling that they were finished at the beginning had changed his face now, and would meet Ge Huai's cold face every few moments, show him the grand plans of the zombies, and try to lure him into the gang.

Song Jia left after talking to Ge Huai after eating, otherwise she might have to ask what happened after seeing this scene.

After all, people and zombies are now separated by a street, so calm as hell.

Ge Huai drove away the leader again and again, dragged the smiling Yan Hao into the room, stuck to his back like a big bear chasing a little bear, and swayed into the room.

He buried his head into the young man's neck, sniffing the scent of the young man's soft hair, and after a while, he climbed onto the young man's shoulder like a koala, nibbling at his ears with his lips and teeth, and the soreness that came from it caused Yan Hao's strength to slump in an instant. He took off the armor and stuck it on Ge Huai's back, half-closed his eyes and let the opponent move.

The temperature between the two gradually rose, and when Ge Huai's thoughts became more obscene, it was really difficult to still think of his cheap daughter, but thinking of her was just rejoicing that there was one less sparkling light bulb today.

I don't know when a pair of hands got into the hem of the clothes. In the past, Yan Hao felt that the warm big hands did not bring a sense of security as before. Wherever the fingertips touched, there were stars and wildfires. The time twisted a little sour, and the position of the two became face to face at some point.

From time to time, there is the muffled sound of young people in the air, which is extremely short and light, and it is not comparable to the wild cats that spring outdoors in spring.

Yan Hao's cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were a little steamy. It was undeniable that it was very comfortable to touch. Ge Huai vaguely said "be good", and then untied the chain of his trousers.

Yan Hao, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, was also a little uncomfortable. He wanted to struggle but he had no strength, and he couldn't break free. He let his big hands cover the scorching heat, soothing his anger one after another.

It didn't take long for Yan Hao to bury himself into Ge Huai's arms, his nostrils were full of a man's breath, his waist softened, his eyes were blurred, he looked at one place without focus, and after a while he came back to his senses Come, bite the man's cheek, and leave without leaving a mark.

In the spirit of mutual help, he just reached out his hand, but was cut off by Ge Huai. The man's complexion was darker than before, and even his breath was full of aggression, his voice was hoarse, and the unspeakable sex appeal was hidden in it.

"Comfortable?"

Yan Hao's ears turned red, and he nodded very sincerely. He is addicted to food. For a young man like him, addiction and obsession are simply the easiest thing.

Ge Huai kissed Yan Hao's forehead, then walked into the bathroom to wash with his arms around the young man.

Hot water sprayed from the top of their heads, soaking their thin clothes.

Yan Hao narrowed his eyes: "I'll help you."

The corners of the young man's eyes were flushed with comfort, and his eyes were covered with a thin layer of water vapor. Ge Huai's throat moved slightly, and his psychology changed subtly, and he let out a low "hmm".

Yan Hao imitated Ge Huai's previous movement, one hand poked in, and when he touched the hot organ, he felt embarrassed and wanted to withdraw his hand, but his wrist was cut off halfway, and he couldn't move because of the pressure. He took a deep breath Tone, hold back the shame and move up and down.

"Is it alright?" Yan Hao complained for a while.

"My hands are sore."

His wrist was painful and numb from being pinched, and his palm was almost numb, Yan Hao immediately let go unwillingly and wanted to pull it out.

Ge Huai took a breath, pressed the young man against his body like a wolf, approached Yan Hao's ear, and yelled helplessly and angrily, "Are you asking me to die?"

After the match, the clothes of the two of them were soaked, and they had been washed from the beginning to the end.

Yan Hao also slept comfortably, and Ge Huai opened his eyes after hearing the steady breathing of the person around him, and nibbled his probe on the other's earlobe before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Early the next morning, Song Jia came back with a tired face, picked up the hot porridge and slurped it down, yawned and glanced at the two of them, and then his eyes glistened.

Like a dog smelling meat, he looked at Yan Hao gossipingly: "I didn't bother you last night, did I?"

Ge Huai slapped Song Jia on the forehead and pushed her away, and stuffed a piece of cake to her angrily: "Eating can't stop your mouth?"

Song Jia swallowed the cake, rolled her eyes around, and found that both of them were refreshed, and asked suspiciously, "Didn't something passionate happen last night?"

"No."

She immediately lost interest, and sat back to eat the cake honestly.

"I looked around, and they are just some first- and second-level zombies. There is no danger, and no high-level zombies have been seen."

"Leaving after eating, I saw that they have a few spare cars here."

"okay."

The decision to leave was known by the leader, and he immediately had a sky-falling expression.

Ge Huai laughed angrily: "Where's the metal zombie you followed?"

This group of anxious people realized that their allies had disappeared, panicked, and did not notice that the three had left.

Song Jia asked on the way: "So where are the zombies? Captain, are you bored to kill at night?"

Ge Huai patted her on the head, "No."

Not much to explain.

Before dawn, Yan Hao was woken up by Ge Huai, who told him that the zombies were coming.

After asking for details, I found out that the black zombie and the female zombie have been busy drawing other zombies with elementary intelligence into the gang these two days.

For a moment, Yan Hao felt that he was doing something bad.

As for those people, I'm afraid they will give up after they have no one to look for, and I don't know what they think, they actually conspired with the zombies, and someone who has been resisting this fact sighed.

Song Jia didn't rest all night, so she was left to lie down and sleep in the back seat of the car. The two sat in the front and talked quietly, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

"According to the route, I will go to your hometown later, do you want to visit it?"

Yan Hao looked at the scenery outside through the car window, and upon hearing this, he shifted his gaze to Ge Huai.

"No, there is nothing to remember there."

There was something hidden in it, Ge Huai guessed it all at once, and didn't ask him hastily, and thoughtfully didn't go any further.

Yan Hao wanted to talk to him.

"My mother left when I was young. The old man was stingy and took in the outsiders. I was restless when I was young. My mother endured it for many years. I have a bad temper and couldn't bear it. I left alone."

"In order to prevent rumors and gossips against him from the outside world, the old man should give me a lot of money, and he made me into an ignorant child who ran away from home in a fit of anger. In fact, there is nothing wrong with it, at least everyone thinks I am rebellious, and no one will teach me, I am afraid that I will not get any benefits, but will be stained with blood."

"I am also covered in thorns, anyone who touches it will explode."

"There's nothing there that I'll miss."

What Yan Hao said didn't matter, he really didn't care about such things.

Ge Huai didn't say anything for a long time, Yan Hao looked away from him, looked outside again, and whispered: "It's actually nothing, I'm not sad."

So, you don't have to find it difficult to comfort me.

Yan Hao didn't say these words, but his heart raised slightly.

"No, I'm organizing my language to compete with you." Ge Huai replied solemnly.

A trace of confusion flashed in Yan Hao's eyes, and he couldn't help himself, so his eyes clung to Ge Huai's body, turned around and turned his gaze back.

Feeling the serious gaze, Ge Huai couldn't help laughing, because he didn't turn his head to look at Yan Hao while driving, and leaned back on the seat, choosing a comfortable position before speaking: "It's not too bad, I'm here I grew up in an orphanage, and then there was no support in the orphanage, so I wandered outside. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that it is not too miserable, I was never alone, and it was not hard work."

He suddenly felt his cuff being gently grabbed by someone, with no force, but it didn't let go, as if it was just to prove his existence.

"Bring me one later."

The man stepped on the brake lightly, and the car came to a slow stop. He stretched out his hand to press the back of the young man's head, let his forehead rest on his shoulder, and kissed the hairpin.

"Okay, let's go together."

Song Jia in the back seat opened her eyes in a daze, twisted her sore shoulders, looked up and saw a scene that could be used as a screen saver, she closed her eyes again with a blank expression.

She's dead, don't shout.