Chapter 51: Mo Wen used to be infatuated with her.

The moment his teeth touched the back of her hand, Yu Lan suddenly opened her eyes wide. Her pupils were clouded, and she looked flustered and at a loss. She rolled over and crawled into the corner of the sofa, where she curled up into a ball.

Seeing this, Mo Wen just shook his head and laughed, and without further ado, he picked her up and put her in his lap.

'What's wrong?' he asked in a hoarse voice.

Yu Lan shrunk her neck, reached out and carefully grasped Mo Wen's arm. The rough fingertips brushed the place where Mo Wen had been bitten by her earlier, and although it wasn't broken, it was a little red.

With a pout, she let out a few low whimpers from her mouth, hanging her head, which sounded like an apology.

At first, he didn't understand Yu Lan's meaning, but when he heard the guilty whimpering sound, Mo Wen suddenly understood. Gently rubbing Yu Lan's hair, he smiled and said, 'It's okay, Lan Lan, you didn't bite through, I won't get infected.'

Feeling as if she could understand a little of what Mo Wen was saying, Yu Lan cautiously glanced at Mo Wen, her head poking up like a cat's, and she let out a small "ow" sound.

Next time I want to bite you, you have to move out of the way, it hurts.

'Lan Lan...' Yu Lan's every careful move was captured in full view, and Mo Wen just felt like something in his heart was filling up, and he wanted it to stay that way.

He pinched Yu Lan's nose, and she sneezed a few times from the teasing. Looking at Yu Lan's face full of grievance and resentment, with a frown, Mo Wen couldn't help but laugh, and he tightly bound her in his arms.

'Lanlan, you are the whole meaning of my life. As long as I can be with you, I don't care if I turn into a zombie.'

Perhaps she saw that Mo Wen really didn't have anything going on, and after a while of fussing, Yu Lan huddled in Mo Wen's arms, too sleepy to do anything else but close her eyes.

This time, Mo Wen didn't bother her again. After she fell asleep, he put her on the sofa behind him and turned around to pack his things.

Standing in the rather large bedroom, Mo Wen's pale face rarely flashed with a tangled expression.

He only had one backpack, but there was a lot of stuff to bring.

The crystal core had to be brought, it was Lanlan's food.

Hmm...clothes had to be brought too, the road back was full of dirt, he had to always be prepared to change Lanlan into clean clothes.

Thinking of this, Mo Wen spread all of Yu Lan's clothes from her two full closets out on the bed, and began picking and choosing in front of the bed.

This skirt is nice, and this shirt is also fine... Hmm, all these clothes look good on Lanlan.

Mo Wen, who was always unfazed in the face of any bloody scene, continued to agonise over these clothes.

Outside, Drunken Night was still shouting everywhere looking for him, but he was so annoyed that he didn't even want to bother.

In the end, he stuffed most of Yu Lan's clothes into his backpack. Looking at the backpack full of crystals and clothes, he realised that he had forgotten to pack food and water.

He stood dumbfounded in the doorway, frowning and thinking for a long time before walking over to the window and shouting outside, 'Drunken Night!'

'Boss?' After searching for a long time, Drunken Night, who had not found Mo Wen, felt that he must have heard it in his dreams. When he looked for the source of the sound and really saw Mo Wen, he almost burst into tears.

His voice was hoarse before the boss finally agreed to show his head...

'Come up,' Mo Wen said in a concise manner before leaving the window and walking over to the side of the sleeping Yu Lan, staring at her sleeping face in a daze.

Perhaps because she had become a second-level zombie, Yu Lan's skin now seemed to have a little elasticity, not as stiff as before, as if it would crack with the slightest exaggerated expression.

This discovery made Mo Wen's heart leap with joy. He put his arms around Yu Lan's really skinny waist and buried his head in her neck, obsessively. With an intoxicating hoarse tone, he laughed, 'You'll get better, Lanlan.'

'We'll be right there!' Hearing Mo Wen's order, Drunken Night naturally hurriedly counted the floors and ran upstairs with Xiu Qi.

When they both ran up, all they could see was a table full of food and Mo Wen, who was sitting on the sofa, combing the hair of a zombie.

'Pack it all up,' Mo Wen said indifferently without even looking up.

Pack what? Before Drunken Night could react, Xiu Qi started packing the food on the table without saying a word, his movements extremely swift.

With Xiu Qi busy arranging the food, Drunken Night naturally had nothing to do. He looked around quietly, and when he noticed the tidy room, he really had the illusion that he was at home.

The hygiene in this house was definitely not cleaned by the zombie Yu Lan, so it could only be... Glancing at Mo Wen, who was concentrating on combing Yu Lan's hair, Drunken Night could hardly imagine him wearing an apron and a feather duster to clean the room from top to bottom.

A chill ran down his spine. His gaze fell unintentionally on the huge backpack in the doorway, and he said curiously,

'Boss, what's in your bag? It looks pretty heavy.'

'Core...' When Drunken Night mentioned the backpack, although there was no expression on Mo Wen's face, his eyelids trembled. Before he could finish speaking, Drunken Night interrupted him with wide eyes, 'Boss, you actually have so many cores? That's awesome!'

'...and clothes.' Mo Wen pursed his lips and continued where he had left off, his ears uncontrollably flushing.

'...' This time it was the turn of Drunken Night to be silent. He looked at Mo Wen obliquely, wondering secretly if Mo Wen had always been this vain, with clothes in his backpack instead of supplies.

He accidentally noticed Mo Wen's somewhat flushed ears, and Drunken Night felt thunder rolling behind him, his eyes about to fall out of his head.

Is she embarrassed?

! How can the boss, who can stay calm in the midst of a pile of dead bodies, be embarrassed? This is not the right kind of painting, is it?

Xiu Qi also looked at Mo Wen, and quickly looked down again to continue packing food, but his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

He was sure that the clothes in that backpack definitely belonged to Yu Lan.

Back before the end of the world, his crazy and perverted boss, Mo Wen, had been secretly photographing Yu Lan all day long, and then couldn't get enough of looking at the photos, and insisted on buying a whole bunch of the same clothes and putting them in his room.

Of course, he either wore them himself or just left them there to look at. 'Lan likes to wear these, so I won't forget them if I buy them,'

was the impeccable reason that Mo Wen had given him at the time.

Fortunately, Mo Wen's embarrassment quickly passed, and he quickly gathered Yu Lan's hair in two buns, revealing a natural and innocent smile. Then, under the terrified gaze of Drunken Night, he got off the sofa and handed him his backpack.

'Carry it,' he said with a gentle smile, looking extremely harmless.

Drunken Night, '...'

Curiosity killed the cat, as the ancients said.