My Corpse is Bohemian

In the bathroom of the villa, An Bu was soaked by Jian Ningxuan in a bathtub full of warm water, and patiently helped her wash her hair, bathe, massage, and use her anger to remove the corpse spots on her skin little by little.

In the past, Anbu needed to replenish her vigor on time to maintain her vitality, but now she can no longer absorb her anger, and her body full of dead energy will eventually turn into an immortal mummy. Bianjian has been by An Bu's side. Although he can help her clean up some of the dirt, it cannot bring her back to life.

Jian Ningxuan massaged Anbu's muscles repeatedly until they became soft, moist and smooth.

"Bubu, I'll massage you every day from now on, to make sure you look beautiful." Jian Ningxuan brushed the hair on the side of her face and stared at her softly.

An Bu's face was expressionless, but his eyes kept staring at his hands, as if observing his every move.

He washed Anbu clean, put on comfortable house clothes for her, carried her to the bed, and picked up the hairdryer to help her dry her hair.

"Wait here for me for a while, I'll clean it up." Jian Ningxuan touched Anbu's dry hair, exhorted, and then walked into the bathroom with a change of clothes.

As his figure disappeared from the bathroom, An Bu's vision turned grey again. She looked at the closed bathroom door eagerly. When he came out of the bathroom, brilliant colors appeared in front of her eyes.

"Come here, I'll show you around." Jian Ningxuan took An Bu's hand and led her to get to know their home again.

Most of the handicrafts in the family are made by her own hands, the furniture is arranged by her own hands, and the flowers and plants are also planted by her own hands... She always decorates their lives with heart, colorful and enthusiastic.

"Bubu, do you want to drink juice?" Jian Ningxuan led An Bu to the kitchen, took out a few fruits from the freezer, washed them, peeled them, cut them into pieces, and put them in the juicer.

An Bu stood at the dining table, watching him pour the squeezed juice into a glass, insert a straw, and hand it to her.

An Bu's gaze followed his movements and moved to the glass on the table. The glass was filled with golden juice, and the blue straw swayed a few times in the juice.

"Just looking at it, it won't automatically fly into your stomach." Jian Ningxuan picked up the cup and put the straw to An Bu's lips, "Try a drink?"

An Bu opened his mouth and bit the straw, gurgling down to not a drop.

She drank the juice, and she bit the straw, chewing up and down.

"How is it?" Jian Ningxuan pulled the straw out of her teeth, expecting her reaction.

An Bu's face was expressionless, and he couldn't tell whether he liked or disliked.

After losing the raw book, she should no longer be able to convert food into anger, but the amazing thing is that after eating the juice, although most of the juice was dissolved by death, a small part of it was successfully transformed into anger and slowly melted into her abdomen.

"It's okay." Jian Ningxuan hugged her, "We will have time in the future."

He will re-teach her how to live according to the previous living habits step by step. He could feel that step by step heart was not dead yet.

In the evening, Jian Ningxuan opened the notebook and played a yoga tutorial.

"This is your daily routine. Let's start with the simplest movements first." Jian Ningxuan followed the tutorial and showed An Bu the basic movements.

However, he overestimated his physical flexibility.

When you do the third move, hands-on-the-ground forward bend, those two long legs become an insurmountable obstacle.

Anbu: "…"

After several failed attempts, Jian Ningxuan straightened up and said calmly, "Just understand the spirit, let's move on to the fourth move."

An Bu squatted aside and silently watched him perform.

If he was barely able to control the fourth movement, horseback pose, then when he did the fifth movement, he was finally convinced that he would never be able to learn yoga in his life. The fifth movement, Mountain Pose, bends down, touches the head with the ground, straightens the feet together, and raises the buttocks in the air, forming a golden triangle.

Hitting the buttocks to the sky, it's so shameful...

"Bubu, I think swimming is more suitable for you now than yoga..." Jian Ningxuan was about to discuss with her about another way to exercise, but when she turned her head, she saw that she had completed a standard mountain pose.

This action was made by her, revealing a smooth, quiet and flexible beauty of Yuanding Yuezhi.

Jian Ningxuan's eyes were hot, and her figure was deeply reflected in his pupils.

An Bu maintained this posture and looked sideways at him, as if asking for his opinion.

"Step by step is really amazing." Jian Ningxuan resisted the urge to hug her and replayed the video, "Let's do it again."

This time, Jian Ningxuan did not continue to be ugly, but just watched An Bu practice beside him.

Her body seemed to still retain her previous habit. Although her movements were a little sluggish, she was not unfamiliar, but after two or three times, she mastered the essentials and did it with ease, as if she had practiced it a thousand times.

Every time An Bu completed an action, he would glance at Jian Ningxuan, and after receiving praise, he would move on to the next action.

After all 11 basic movements were completed, Jian Ningxuan immediately took her into his arms and kissed her face gently.

An Bu looked up at him, with bright colors shining in his eyes.

In the next time, Jian Ningxuan took Anbu for beauty and fitness, studying cooking, doing handicrafts, listening to music, painting, carving... Although he was not good at it before, he was willing to learn with Anbu.

Covered by Jian Ningxuan's anger, An Bu was almost isolated from death energy, and his body was nourished to become more and more healthy. From a distance, he was no different from ordinary people, but after getting close, ordinary people's sanity would still be affected by death energy. Only when Jian Ningxuan is present can this influence be eliminated.

"Bubu, do you want to go out for a walk later?" Jian Ningxuan turned to look at Anbu, and his eyes immediately fell on her hand.

A few pieces of clay were kneaded into a bunch of wisteria flowers, and the flowers were overlapping and meticulous.

A flash of surprise flashed in Jian Ningxuan's eyes: step by step, do you remember? Our cohabitation started from wisteria.

An Bu didn't pay attention to Jian Ningxuan's expression, put the pinched wisteria flowers aside, and continued to play with other clays.

A few minutes later, the second piece was completed, a pair of white sneakers. Then came the black socks, white T-shirt, and gray panties, neatly placed on the table. It was the outfit that Jian Ningxuan wore when she went out for a walk the day before yesterday.

Jian Ningxuan: "...Are you missing a pair of sweatpants?"

An Bu squeezed another pair of dark black sweatpants.

"And what about yours?"

Anbu turned his head to the side, as if recalling, but in the end he didn't remember what he was wearing at the time.

Jian Ningxuan's eyes are like water: I remember his clothes, but I can't remember my own...

"Go, change clothes, and go for a walk." Jian Ningxuan pulled Anbu up, took her to wash her hands first, and then helped her change into a set of brightly colored sportswear.

An Bu pulled the hem of his clothes and looked down at the beautiful color on his body. But for a moment, the color suddenly faded, and finally turned into a gray.

She raised her head and found that Jian Ningxuan was gone, only the suppressed black and white remained in her sight.

An Bu turned and walked out of the bedroom, stuck his head out from the corner of the corridor, and found her color in the kitchen.

Jian Ningxuan walked out of the kitchen with a kettle full of juice, and when she saw the head sticking out from the corridor, a smile could not help but form the corner of her mouth.

"Come here, ready to go." He beckoned to Anbu.

Anbu Dengdeng walked up to him, raised her feet skillfully, and waited for him to help her change her shoes.

Jian Ningxuan gently tapped her forehead: "Don't be lazy, you have to learn to change your shoes by yourself."

Although he said so, he still squatted down and helped her change her shoes.

"Let's go." Jian Ningxuan opened the door and stretched out his hand towards Anbu.

An Bu stared at his hand for a long time, then slowly put his hand into his palm.

Between the hands clasped, there is a vague power being transmitted.

She doesn't think, she just instinctively wants to get close to this person.

The breath of death had been calling her, but she was unwilling to leave, always feeling that she belonged here.

There was a sudden warmth in the abdomen, and it seemed that something was waking up. This feeling has appeared more than once, and they survived tenaciously in the space full of dead energy.

An Bu didn't care and let Jian Ningxuan lead her to walk around.

She walked very slowly, step by step, as if measured, exactly. Jian Ningxuan always cooperated with her, slowing down and walking slowly.

An Bu looked at the sky at the end of the road, then looked at the man beside him, his lips moved slightly.

"What?" Jian Ningxuan turned her head and asked expectantly, "Bubu, were you calling me just now?"

Anbu Indifference.jpg: "…"

"I always think you're calling me." Jian Ningxuan chuckled lightly.

simple…

Jian Ningxuan paused and turned to look at her again.

Anbu Indifference.jpg: "…"

Jian Ningxuan: "…"

I stared at her for a long time, but didn't get a response, so I could only give up.

Jian, Ning, Xuan... An Bu silently called out his name, repeating the cycle, as if he had discovered some interesting game.

Although she didn't make a sound, Jian Ningxuan could always feel something and looked back at her from time to time.

In the evening, Anbu ate a plate of vegetable salad, drank a glass of juice, did yoga for half an hour, soaked in the beauty bath for half an hour, enjoyed a manual massage for half an hour, and finally lay on the big soft bed, the whole body was adorable. Cute.

An Bu didn't need to sleep, but that night, she fell asleep in Jian Ningxuan's arms.

After falling asleep, he didn't wake up for several days, which frightened Jian Ningxuan again.

He called Fang Cun over to see if he could find the reason for An Bu's drowsiness.

With the help of various medical equipment, Fang Cun helped An Bu do a thorough examination, and then he was a little confused.

"What's wrong with Bubu?" Jian Ningxuan urged in a deep voice when he saw his strange expression.

Fang Cun, with a broken expression on his face, muttered to himself: "How is it possible, how is it possible..."

Jian Ningxuan was about to get angry when he heard him shout in disbelief, "How can a corpse be pregnant???"

Jian Ningxuan: "…"

"Mr. Jian, how did you do it?" Fang Cun looked at him in shock, "Your genes are strong enough to impregnate a corpse???"

Jian Ningxuan forced his composure: "...how many months?"

"About two months."

Jian Ningxuan immediately thought of the night he and An Bu soaked in the hot spring in the villa. At that time, An Bu was only one step away from being resurrected, but no one expected that she would be able to become pregnant.

This little life came unexpectedly, and Jian Ningxuan didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow.

"Does pregnancy have any effect on step by step?"

Fang Cun thought: "I think pregnancy is good for Sister An. Her body has been completely inactive, but the appearance of this little life has become her only vitality."

"what do you mean…"

"Whether Sister An can regain her sanity in the future, this little life may be her turning point."

Jian Ningxuan held An Bu's hand tightly, with uncontrollable excitement and joy in his eyes.

"By the way, Mr. Jian, would you mind giving me some of your sperm, I want to study your anti-human genes..."

Then, Fang Cun was packed and thrown out of the villa by Jian Ningxuan.

An Bu had been in a coma for seven days. When she woke up, the first thing she saw was Jian Ningxuan, who was sleeping soundly beside the bed.

"Bubu, you finally woke up." As if sensing something, Jian Ningxuan woke up shortly after Anbu woke up.

Jian Ningxuan stood up and said, "I'll prepare hot water for you. I'll take a bath later and give you a massage."

"simple…"

"After the bath, I have another good news to tell you." Jian Ningxuan walked towards the bathroom while saying.

"Jian, Ning, Xuan..."

Jian Ningxuan froze and turned her head abruptly.

An Bu looked at him and called out word by word, "Jian, Ning, Xuan."

Jian Ningxuan's heart was instantly filled with surprise: "Bubu, do you call me?"

"Jian, Ning, Xuan."

Jian Ningxuan rushed to the bed and hugged An Bu into his arms: "Haha..."

"Jian Ningxuan." An Bu called his name repeatedly, but he could only call his name.

But this name represents Anbu's hope of regaining his sanity.

"Hahaha..." Jian Ningxuan hugged her happily and turned around in a circle.

"Bubu, you are a miracle in my life."

An Bu looked at him intently, only a brilliant color in his eyes.

This must be, the color of life...