Indulge in the last 10000 days: the corpse king strongly spoils his wife

Xiahou Huan'er swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and smiled awkwardly: "I'm hungry."

But this hunger is not that hungry, she wants to eat him more.

Dongfang Xing filled a bowl of broth and handed it to her: "It will be ready soon."

Xiahou Huan'er took it, took a sip, and was surprised: "Hey, the taste is very good, I can't tell you really have two brushes."

Dongfang Xing glanced at her lightly. In fact, he had already forgotten how long he hadn't cooked. However, cooking is a permanent skill that you will never forget once you learn it.

There are only two living bodies in this room, she can't count on it, and he is the only one left.

Xiahou Huan'er finished the soup and licked her lips, feeling unfinished.

"I wash the dishes."

Xiahou Huan'er happily took out two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks from the disinfection cupboard, and washed them in the sink.

Then there was a wonderful feeling that they were like a sweet ordinary couple preparing dinner together in the kitchen. The atmosphere was romantic and harmonious.

That beauty and sweetness spread directly from the heart, and the eyes were glued to his body, almost unable to move away.

Dongfang Xing put up the last dish, turned his head, and saw Xiahou Huan'er, his eyes dimmed, his face flushed, and the corner of his mouth smiling, holding a bowl and constantly wiping it with a rag, obviously not knowing where his mind was wandering .

The corner of his mouth twitched, he walked over, reached out and took the bowl away from her hand, and asked lightly, "Did you have a twitch?"

Xiahou Huan'er woke up with a start, her face was hot.

Fucking dead, why is she out of her mind today, and her imagination is flying.

She laughed dryly: "Yes, periodic convulsions."

"Go out and sit." Dongfang Xing poked her head with a finger.

"Okay." She obediently went out.

What's going on in her head?Dongfang Xing narrowed his eyes.

Soon, the meal was served on the table.

Looking at the three simple side dishes that were delicious in color, fragrance, Xiahou Huan'er's index finger moved.

Dongfang Xing was considerate in serving her, even served her the meal, stuffed the chopsticks into her hand, and said lightly: "Eat."

"Then I'm not welcome." Xiahou Huan'er grabbed the chopsticks and started, impatiently savoring every dish, every time she ate one, she nodded violently, cast admiring gazes, her mouth had no time to speak .

Dongfang Xing saw that she liked to eat the dishes he cooked, his cold eyes gradually softened, he raised his chopsticks, and ate gracefully.

After drinking and eating, Xiahou Huan'er stroked her full belly and asked curiously, "Dongfang Xing, why do you know how to cook?"

With an identity like his, being able to cook is a shocking thing.

Dongfang Xing paused with his chopsticks, and a blurry face flashed in her mind. She said kindly: When you meet a girl you like in the future, you will feel happy when you cook for her.

An inexplicable strange feeling surged up in his heart, he narrowed his eyes and replied lightly: "Forgot."

Xiahou Huan'er looked at him with a slight pain in his heart. What happened 500 years ago was a taboo for him.

She deliberately changed the topic, and said in a relaxed tone: "I will follow you to the zombie camp in the future, you can give me a job, if you leave me here with nothing to do, I will go crazy."

He looked at her coldly and asked, "What can you do?"

What is that look in his eyes?Look down on her?

She held her head high and said passionately, "I can do everything from marching and fighting to logistics management."

"You want to go to war?" Dongfang Xing raised his eyebrows in surprise.