Quickly wear the host, she is beautiful and sweet

Chapter 613 Doomsday Coddle (28)

After finishing things, Chu Wu sent Song Duanyan back to the house, washed his hair, showered and washed his clothes, and dried his hair to [-]% dry.

Finally, she stood at the door and said goodbye to the man: "Good night."

Song Duanyan stood in the room, his eyes were still foggy with moisture, he looked younger and cleaner, he raised his hand, and his voice was soft.

"Good night."

As soon as Chu Wu left, he returned to his room, wearing disposable gloves, and using the small objects he just brought back to transform the ball.

In the corner of the living room, stood a workbench that had been transformed by him. It was brightly lit, and all kinds of tools were not readily available, but almost all of them were there.

Under the bright light, he disassembled or assembled quickly, his hands seemed to be the most precise and flawless instruments in the world, and every movement he made was impeccably beautiful.

While doing this, the lines on the man's face are still elegant and soft, not at all ferocious, which proves that he is so handy with what he is doing now.

After a while, Song Duanyan transformed the ball.

White and fluffy.

It was the type Chu Wu wanted.

He glanced up at the time, it was only 09:30.

Before the end of the world, he usually went to bed at two or three o'clock in the morning, and woke up on time at 07:30 every day, and started to work every day at [-] o'clock. The cycle was repeated, and the biological clock was accurate.

Only sleep four or five hours a day.

Because too much sleep and rest would paralyze his brain.

But during this period of time, because he had nothing to do, or because Chu Wu was served too comfortably every time he bathed him, his sleep time was constantly advancing, basically around eleven o'clock.

It's still early.

Song Duanyan stood up, moved his slightly sore waist and fingers, took off his gloves, and repeatedly washed his fingers and the crevices with disinfectant.

Turning around, she saw the towel that Chu Wu hung on the chair, which she just used to wipe her hair.

Song Duanyan walked over, picked up the towel without any isolation, and raised his hand to smell a fragrance.

The shampoo she used was the same as his, but when it was inhaled and smudged into the nasal cavity, the smell seemed to be different, as if hers smelled nicer and warmer.

Song Duanyan flung the towel away to dry in the air—he watched Chu Wu do these things all the time, and he, a good-for-nothing, learned a little bit.

Not washed.

Or not, or for other reasons.

Then, he squeezed his fingertips and rubbed it lightly, the corners of his lips seemed to be hooked, and he went to get the book again without washing it thoroughly with disinfectant water.

To be honest, the writings that Chu Wu wrote to him were all boring and devoid of nutrition, but time passed slowly in this room, so it was just good to pass the time by looking at it casually.

Most of the time, he just waited for Chu Wu to come back in this room.

In the past, he hated inefficient waste of time the most, but now, in this room, this waste of time for no reason seems to have become an interesting thing.

I can't say what kind of mood it was.

It was as if a seed had been buried in his heart, which usually remained silent, but when he saw her, he could pull out a little green bud; talk to her, and the bud would grow rapidly and produce strong stems and leaves; If she made a small gesture towards him again, the flower bud at the top would bloom silently.

It seemed that the whole day of waiting had paid off.

But this kind of waiting is still too boring and too long, so he made a wireless communicator.

——No matter where she is, he can hear her voice immediately.

of course.

It would be even better if she took the initiative to find him.

However, this night was destined to be different.

Song Duanyan took out a book. On the cover, a painter in gouache depicted a man and a woman. The woman's facial features were unknown, with a slender figure and thick long hair.

Very similar to that person.

"1001 Newlyweds: Hot Wife, Kissing"

Song Duanyan's fingertips paused, he didn't quite understand the meaning of the title, but because of the similarity, he finally took out the book and opened the first page...

The following content puzzled him and made him frown, but because of some strange attraction, he kept reading the book.

At this time, he still doesn't know what kind of bizarre new world he will open up! -

the next day.

Chu Wu went to make breakfast for Song Duanyan as usual, but found that his expression was sluggish, and there was a circle of blue shadows under his eyelids, which became more obvious because of his fair skin.

"You didn't rest last night, did you?"

"I didn't rest."

Chu Wu was startled, just in time Song Duanyan threw over the modified small ball, this time it was white and fluffy, similar to Xuetuanzi.

The latter was so angry that it swelled into a ball—although it was originally, it swelled up for another day.

【I'm not that dumb! 】

Chu Wu stared at his dark circles: "Just because... you want to make this for me?"

Immediately, there was a sense of guilt.

Song Duanyan looked up at her: "No."

"?"

"The communicator will be ready soon, and I will spend the rest of the time reading books..." He paused, as if emphasizing, "Look at the books you gave me yesterday."

Chu Wu was even more surprised: "Is it so beautiful?"

"That's not true." Song Duanyan stopped the words, "It's very strange. I can understand some words but can't understand them...but I can't stop."

Song Duanyan liked to read and Chu Wu knew about it, so she thought he was addicted, nodded without paying much attention, and said:

"Then I'll bring you some next time?"

Song Duanyan's exquisite facial features covered faint dark circles, giving him a feeling of fragility for no reason, and he looked at Chu Wu with strange and hesitant eyes.

These were sent by her, if she wished...

"Okay." Song Duanyan said, "I will study them as soon as possible."

Chu Wu, who is not on the same channel at all: "There is no need to be so anxious."

After all, isn't reading just to pass the time? -

Song Duanyan stayed in the house with the purpose of thoroughly researching "female romance novels", while Chu Wu chose to go out and continue to be in charge of cleaning up the surrounding zombies.

Zhuo Shaoqing also joined with two less injured players.

Of course Chu Wu would not disagree.

Although Zhuo Shaoqing's ability did not break through the fifth level, it was still at the peak level in the middle of the fourth level, only slightly worse than Chu Wu.

In addition, he has a lightning-type supernatural ability, and his damage is powerful, and he can shock a large number of zombies with one shot!

Known as the end of the world Pikachu!

Moreover, he used to be a soldier, so he has a clear thinking in combat and smooth cooperation, just like what Song Duanyan said, it is really very easy to use.

Another wave of zombies was dealt with, and during the break, Zhuo Shaoqing came to Chu Wu's side.

"At this rate, we can explore two more locations today..."

He first chatted casually with Chu Wu, Chu Wu glanced at him, and lazily responded, and after a while, Zhuo Shaoqing cut to the chase.

"Captain Chu, where did you find that outstanding man next to you last night?"

　good night w

　　

　

(End of this chapter)