When Wang Xiaomie woke up, she found herself in someone's arms; the chest behind her was cold but very strong, and the posture was adjusted to make her comfortable.
A few peach blossom petals fell, like stars burning on the elaborate ancient bridal gown, exuding a strange beauty.
If an outsider saw this scene, with the magnificent underground palace and the towering platform, and the two men in red and black wedding attire leaning against each other under the dreamlike peach blossom tree, it would indeed have a heart-wrenching and deep romantic flavor.
If a fujoshi saw this scene, they would have imagined ten thousand romantic stories in an instant.
If... I were hugged in this possessive posture by someone who wasn't dead, I would be pretty happy too.
Not only happy, but I might even be touched.
But Wang Xiaomie was very flustered, so much so that her face was expressionless, and her body shook like a Parkinson's patient, like an old washing machine that would shake and shiver after washing clothes in the laundry room.
As she felt the person behind her let out a low, hoarse laugh, Wang Xiaomie felt the embrace tighten and something cold and soft rubbing back and forth on her neck.
It was tentatively confirmed to be the other person's lips.
Wide-eyed, Wang Xiaomie shook so hard it was as if her head was about to fall off!
"B-B-B-Big brother, let's talk!" Anything is fine as long as you don't bite me!
"Miandeng, why are you so cute in this life?" With a hoarse voice containing a hint of laughter emanating from the chest, he said softly, "Miandeng, that stupid old brat didn't lie to me after all. The lovesickness tree has finally brought you back."
Wang Xiaomie was shaking so hard that she didn't hear a word.
She could only hear the sound of rushing water in her head.
After waiting for a while, as if dissatisfied with Wang Xiaomie not responding, the person turned her around, and then both of them were looking at each other.
Throughout the entire encounter, Wang Xiaomie was terrified of the zombie's teeth chattering, while the guy in front of her, with red crown and black hair, a red pattern at the center of his eyebrows, narrow, elongated eyes, black pupils taking up most of the space, seemed ominous.
"Why aren't you talking, Miandeng?" He was laughing a second ago, but now his handsome face turned into a terrifying one.
But what terrified Wang Xiaomie even more were the intense, almost distorted emotions in his eyes, as if he had seen his resurrected beloved, turning that love into hatred!
Hatred to the point of wanting to bite the other person into pieces and eat them bit by bit!
Wang Xiaomie was really about to go into a shock mode this time.
Please let me take back what I said earlier about the two being a loving couple, is this damn woman having an affair and trying to kill her out of anger, taking both their lives with her!
Wang Xiaomie felt like he was being looked at so sharply that his whole body hurt. His mind was already a blank and he couldn’t speak, but he screamed loudly, "Zombie brother, spare me! I'm not a sleep lamp, my name is Wang Xiaomie, I live on Wutong Road in Nangang. I've been single for over twenty years, I haven't cheated or fooled around. Even though I can't explain why I'm in this body, I—"
After speaking, Wang Xiaomie took a deep breath and suddenly gasped, "Brother- You must have mistaken me! Please spare me!"
Sobbing, he begged his brother on his knees!
Don't kill me, I'm not finished living yet... Besides, tears streamed from Wang Xiaomie's heart, I'm scared of ghosts!
Upon finishing, the man opposite, who looked like a demon king, relaxed his face. His expression was strange, like he was puzzled and somewhat pleased.
He embraced the stiff Wang Xiaomie like a wooden stake.
The demonic expression softened into a gentle tone, and he softly asked, "Sleep lamp, do you remember anything?"
Watching the magical speed of his change of expression, Wang Xiaomie became increasingly frightened, but still explained timidly, "I, I’m called Wang Xiaomie, not sleep lamp..."
"So you really don't remember anything..." If you remembered the past, how could you let me get this close to you? Smelling the sweet fragrance, he looked at the deeply loved face in his arms. Even though the body was still a non-decaying corpse, his soul had returned...that was enough...
Perhaps not remembering anything was a blessing from heaven for him...
"Sleep lamp... I guarded you for over twelve hundred years under this lovesick tree. Legend has it that, under certain conditions, this tree will summon the tenth incarnation of the person buried under the tree..."
The man's face had an unhealthy paleness, but this did not affect his appearance at all. When his peculiar eyes looked at him with affection, Wang Xiaomie actually felt a palpitation.
Covering his wildly thumping chest, he murmured, "In this underground palace? Waited for over twelve hundred years..."
"Yes, but all the waiting was worth it." He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Wang Xiaomie's, seeming to be truly affectionate.
Even if one didn't need food or drink, waiting for one's loved one to be resurrected in a tomb was truly a moving thing.
At least Wang Xiaomie was not too afraid of the other person now, after all, such a devoted story was inspiring to hear.
And... am I the tenth reincarnation of the person called sleep lamp?
Wang Xiaomie: "What about me? Am I dead?!"
No, he remembered sleeping in bed, suddenly burping and farting?!
Opening his pitch-black eyes, the man in front of him said, "It should be so."
Wang Xiaomie widened his eyes, "I was fine at home, how could I be dead..."
The man smiled, "Natural disasters and human calamities are not impossible, not to mention that thieves entering homes for money and killing are all too common."
Wang Xiaomie was at a loss for words and fell silent for a long time before finally accepting this fact.
But he didn't see the profound emotions in the man's eyes.
After thinking for a long time, he finally sighed and timidly asked, "So what's the deal with me and you?"
"Me and you?" The man half-closed his eyes, hiding his emotions, and slowly began to tell a distant story.