TEOTWDWTEFTCLB Chapter 57

Under the soft light, the face in the mirror appeared exceptionally clear, with distinct features and a slender figure…

Shen Xuanmo hugged the boy from behind, burying his face in his neck, his brows furrowed tightly as he said, “You can’t dislike me.” Not now, not ever.

He was truly afraid that once Nan Qing returned to normal, he would really not want him.

“Awoo?” Nan Qing was still disgruntled about his mouth when he was suddenly hugged from behind, his body stiffening abruptly.

The boy had no heartbeat; he could only hear his own vigorous heart, as if about to leap out of his chest.

Nan Qing was still wearing comfortable pajamas, his hair somewhat tousled. Shen Xuanmo’s eyes held a hint of scrutiny.

He was wearing the same pajamas as Nan Qing, the top button undone, faintly revealing the supple lines of his muscles.

He pondered earnestly and intently for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, he had Nan Qing dressed in a cute, slightly street-style outfit.

A T-shirt, cargo pants, and sneakers. It almost worked. If you didn’t look closely, who would think Nan Qing was a Zombie?

Shen Xuanmo wasn’t someone who paid much attention to his appearance. He usually prioritized simplicity and comfort, mainly for convenience.

Fortunately, he had a handsome face with sharp features and a height of 1.89 meters, making him a walking clothes rack. Even draped in a cloth, he would still evoke the image of a refined and aloof young master from a distinguished family.

Ever since meeting Nan Qing, he had grown fond of dressing Nan Qing up and never tired of it.

Nan Qing looked at the cartoon rabbit on the white T-shirt, his eyes sparkling, clearly liking the design very much.

In a way, Nan Qing could be considered a trendsetter in the Zombie world, and the only one at that, clean and beautiful, not something any Zombie could compare to.

“Awoo awoo!” Nan Qing’s joy overflowed, looking at Shen Xuanmo with a mixture of timidity and excitement.

As a Zombie who always loved being clean, Nan Qing was a little excited inside. So beautiful, he finally didn’t have to wear dirty clothes anymore.

Shen Xuanmo’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “You like it? If you like it, you can wear this from now on.”

“Awoo awoo!” Okay, okay! Nan Qing was so happy.

So happy that he forgot to be afraid, and naturally threw himself into Shen Xuanmo’s arms. Nan Qing rubbed against him like an obedient little animal.

Shen Xuanmo’s body stiffened slightly, then he slowly embraced Nan Qing.

The happiness came so suddenly that he was stunned for a moment.

Coming back to his senses, his heartbeat suddenly quickened a little, and his dark eyes sparkled.

When he learned that Nan Qing didn’t remember him, he was disappointed, but not worried.

Because no matter how many times Nan Qing forgot him, he could always make Nan Qing trust him again, rely on him. He knew all of Nan Qing’s little habits when he was sad, happy, or nervous, knew that he loved being clean and liked shiny things… and also knew how to coax his baby.

He felt the warmth radiating from Nan Qing, although the temperature was different from that of a normal person, it made his heart feel incredibly at ease.

Just one embrace from Nan Qing filled him with sweetness, as if reborn.

He gently stroked Nan Qing’s hair and said softly, “Nan Qing, don’t leave me again.”

Nan Qing raised his head, looking at him with bewildered eyes, nodding as if understanding.

Nan Qing was a good Zombie who knew how to return favors. This human gave him beautiful clothes, so he would do whatever he said.

Nan Qing was born delicate and beautiful, and at this time, with lowered eyes, feigning indifference, letting others do as they pleased, he was even more like a well-behaved porcelain doll.

Beautiful and fragile, making people want to hold him in their palms and cherish him.

Shen Xuanmo was pleased and wished he could take out his heart and give it to the boy. He slowly unfastened the cufflinks on his wrist, and soon Nan Qing smelled a rich fragrance.

“Awoo.” Nan Qing tasted the long-lost, sweet and fragrant deliciousness again, contentedly stroking his stomach as he lay on the bed, like a spoiled kitten, a picture of laziness: eating until full and then sleeping, and having someone to feed him when he woke up.

Shen Xuanmo sat quietly to the side, his extremely black-and-white eyes watching the boy with doting affection, his long eyelashes fluttering as the boy prepared to doze off.

Perhaps there was no reason to like someone. The moment he and Nan Qing met, when their eyes met, perhaps his heart had skipped a beat before he even realized it himself.

When the whole world was in chaos, he met Nan Qing. The boy was like a ray of light shining into his dry and tasteless world. At that time, he seemed to know what he wanted.

“What’s wrong?” The guard seemed a little surprised but still respectfully opened the door.

Shen Xuanmo walked in. The dungeon was dark and damp, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell.

He looked around and finally saw the woman curled up in the corner, now nothing but skin and bones.

Seeing Shen Xuanmo enter, Su Qingqing’s eyes were filled with despair and fear, and she cried, covering her head, “I don’t know… I really don’t know…”

Su Qingqing had gone mad, tortured by the man’s constant questioning day and night, ultimately becoming like this.

When Shen Xuanmo asked her to explain clearly who had taken the person away, she only knew it was a man, but she didn’t know anything else. So Shen Xuanmo sent people to torture her constantly, not letting her go or letting her have a good time.

Su Qingqing felt that life was worse than death, and would rather have a quick, painful end. Eventually, she went crazy, telling everyone she met that she didn’t know anything.

Shen Xuanmo didn’t say anything. He turned to the guard and said, “Unlock her shackles and throw her out of the base.”

It wasn’t that he was merciful, but that he didn’t want Nan Qing to see her one day and know his dark side.

“Yes.” The two guards obeyed and unlocked Su Qingqing’s shackles.

Su Qingqing was dragged out, staggering. Her eyes had become empty and lifeless, as if she had lost all will and vitality.

Shen Xuanmo didn’t look at her again, just turned and left the dungeon.

When Su Qingqing was thrown out of the base, she was still muttering to herself, repeating the phrase “I don’t know.”

Everyone saw it and knew what it meant, not only as a reminder to those restless people but also as a warning that some people were not to be coveted by just anyone. Everyone knew who Su Qingqing had offended to end up like this.

When Shen Xuanmo returned to his residence, Nan Qing was already awake, not moving, just staring blankly with his eyes open. He suddenly thought of his brother and wondered where his brother was.

Shen Xuanmo walked to the bedside and sat down, gently pulling Nan Qing into his arms. “What happened?”

Nan Qing looked up at him, his eyes filled with some anticipation, but soon followed by a sense of loss. He still remembered that it was this person who had almost blown up his brother’s head.

Nan Qing foolishly thought Zhou Yi was his brother. If his real brother, Nan Lin, knew, he would be heartbroken.

Shen Xuanmo felt Nan Qing’s body tremble slightly. His heart tightened, and he asked softly, “What’s wrong? Is there something making you unhappy?”