Wang Xiaomie's Diary: Today is my second day of being a wife in the underground tomb, and I'm hungry...
Standing under a big tree, Wang Xiaomie looked at the peach tree with eyes shining with hunger.
Swallowing saliva, he said, "Can this thing be eaten?"
"This peach tree is temporarily connected to your body. If the peach tree is damaged..." Wen Fengjin finished, asking in confusion, "Senior Brother, why do you ask like that?"
"Because I'm hungry!" Wang Xiaomie said, tears streaming down at the only thing he could eat around him.
He had been here for the second day and, although turned into a zombie, his stomach still felt hunger, even more uncomfortable than when he was a human. The strong feeling of emptiness and hunger almost drove him crazy!
Wang Xiaomie squatted on the ground, gnawing on his nails, his eyes gradually turning crimson.
"I'm so hungry... I'm so hungry... I want to eat..."
Seeing this, Wen Fengjin slowly smiled behind him.
He put on a gentle face, embraced the person squatting on the ground, and said softly, "This underground tomb was originally a burial ground, there is nothing to eat, and ancient books did not mention that resurrected people would feel hungry. It's all my fault, causing you to suffer..."
Wang Xiaomie's head was a bit dizzy, but he still had some sanity. He waved his hand, thinking to himself: How can I blame others for this? I didn't expect zombies to get hungry.
"It's not your fault..."
Wang Xiaomie covered his stomach, saliva continued to drip from his mouth.
"Sleep light... you are as considerate as ever," Wen Fengjin said. "But I think you look strange. It's probably not good to stay hungry like this... There is indeed something in this underground palace that can be eaten."
There's something to eat?!
"What is it?!" Wang Xiaomie's eyes widened.
With his long and narrow black pupils, he smiled and opened his complicated collar to reveal his pale neck. He raised his finger and used his nails to cut his neck.
The imagined gush of blood did not appear, and the seemingly deep wound only oozed a little blood.
"If the sleep light doesn't mind, please have it."
Damn it! Drinking... drinking blood?!
"I won't drink it!"
How could a person drink blood? He wasn't some kind of monster that eats people. His remaining sanity in his mind loudly condemned, but the hungry appetite burned in his stomach.
Wang Xiaomie didn't know that his eyes were fixated on the blood, his nose sniffing the bloody scent, and his hands trembling. His initially gentle and handsome features became grim, his face turning pale, his eyes red, and veins spreading from his neck to his eyes, all while wearing a blood-red wedding dress.
Is this a person? This was clearly a terrifying demon that could scare people to death!
Yet Wen Fengjin was extremely gentle even to this kind of Wang Xiaomie, even showing an indulgent gaze. His palm passed through Wang Xiaomie's long hair and pressed firmly on the wound on his neck.
"You are my wife. Nourishing you is the duty of a husband."
The rustling sound and the light laughter were filled with indescribable pleasure, and as soon as Wang Xiaomie's lips touched the blood, he lost consciousness. He only knew that he was hungry, incredibly hungry, and in so much pain that his stomach was about to burst!
Previously, he had never even killed a chicken, and watching horror movies made him shiver in fear. Now, with a fierce look, he ferociously bit Wen Fengjin's neck, eagerly sucking the blood inside, even wanting to squeeze his tongue into the wound like a madman!
Leaning against the blossoming peach tree, Wen Fengjin calmly held the demon in his arms that only knew to feed, closing his eyes as if enjoying it, letting out a hoarse and muffled chuckle. As his tongue entered the wound, his face turned a flushing red, gently using his fingers to fix the irrational Wang Xiaomie's head.
He pressed down harder...
"Senior brother, senior brother~ my dear, my dear, look at you. You used to hate it when I touched you, but now? Now you're approaching me willingly. I'm so happy, senior brother..."
"Drink it... Is it good? You'll get addicted to my blood, can't ever leave me... I'm the one who brought you back..."
The crimson pattern on the forehead became even more vivid, and the black pupils, which had always been somewhat menacing, now sparkled with an excited red light.
"Where am I sleeping?" Wang Xiaomei scratched his head and looked at the blooming peach blossom tree above him. He propped himself up from the inside of the coffin. His last memory was of being so hungry by the peach blossom tree that he bit his finger. How did he end up sleeping inside a coffin after waking up?
Oh shit, did I faint from hunger?!
Wang Xiaomei knew he had low blood sugar, but why was he still feeling this way after turning into a zombie? He subconsciously clicked his tongue but suddenly paused.
Huh? What's this taste in my mouth? Bitter and medicinal, yet somewhat sweet?
As he rubbed his stomach, Wang Xiaomei was astonished to find that he wasn't hungry at all, but rather a bit full.
"Are you awake?" A familiar male voice came from beside him. Wang Xiaomei turned his head and found Wenfengjin lying in the coffin, his clothes disheveled and his complexion slightly pale, but the smile on his lips remained.
Ever since Wang Xiaomei had seen him, he hadn't noticed many other expressions on that person's face.
But now, when Wang Xiaomei looked at him, he felt an unusual sense of closeness, as if he had been put through a beauty filter.
"What's wrong with you?" Wang Xiaomei asked him, somewhat surprised, as if someone had sucked him dry.
"Call me Fengjin. Senior brother fell asleep earlier and kept reaching into my clothes. I couldn't pull his hand away no matter how hard I tried." Wenfengjin's cold and handsome face carried a hint of mockery as he looked at Wang Xiaomei with meaningful eyes.
Wang Xiaomei: "......"
Zombies don't blush, otherwise his face would have turned red as a monkey's butt by now!
Pick up your dignity, it's all over the floor! Wang Xiaomei scorned himself in his heart. Isn't he just a sucker for attractive faces? Hasn't he been single for over twenty years?! Control yourself, me!
"Fengjin, I'm sorry, haha, I just tend to move around a lot when I sleep." Wang Xiaomei awkwardly explained.
"It's okay, your movements make me very comfortable."
You're acting shameless, aren't you?
Distracted by this tangent, Wang Xiaomei forgot to ask Wenfengjin why he wasn't hungry anymore. He just thought of himself as a zombie now, not needing to eat and being able to dispel hunger by sleeping.
But it's strange, why does my mouth have this taste?
Wang Xiaomei puzzled over it.
Could it be... because I didn't brush my teeth?!