The bathroom fell into silence, and an unspeakable suffocation slowly spread with the steam.

Sinan sat in the bathtub, the hot water just reached her waist. Because her abdomen was very flat, half of her very shallow V-line was exposed, and her upper body was slightly arched.

Her wet hair was stuck to the corners of her eyes, and her eyes were slightly narrowed, squinting from the bottom to the top to look at Zhou Rong. Her eyebrows showed a sharp shape.

Zhou Rong recognized this posture, which could be interpreted as two meanings:

The shyness of an Omega in a naked state;

Or the precursor of a warrior's body tensing up, ready to attack.

According to his understanding of Sinan in a normal state, it should be the latter.

Zhou Rong said sincerely, "If I say I'm just helping you to take a bath, would you believe me?"

After a long silence, Sinan slowly said, "I believe you out of courtesy."

"…"

"Then do you want to take a bath together now, or …?"

Of course!

The roar was like a hot glutinous rice ball, rolling back and forth in Zhou Rong's mouth several times before he painfully swallowed it back down.

Zhou Rong retreated to the door and politely said, "No, call me when you're done." Then he gently closed the door.

Click.

Sinan maintained that tense posture and slowly fell back into the bathtub, making a splashing sound.

The hot water soaked his body, soaking and softening his cold and sore muscles. The numbness went deep into his nerves and bone marrow, making his whole body weak. The moment he woke up, he had a very subtle feeling … He had never experienced it in his life, but he vaguely knew what it was instinctively.

But before he had time to think about it, Zhou Rong pushed the door open and interrupted his thoughts. The alpha pheromone rushing to his face intensified the change in an instant.

When Zhou Rong spoke, listening to his voice, Sinan could even feel that somewhere inside his body suddenly loosened.

— — Not good.

Sinan closed his eyes and leaned his back against the cold tiles. He quickly sorted out the fragmented memories of the past few days in his mind. Using the power of reason, he suppressed the strange feeling flowing inside his body, but it was not very effective.

Amidst the rising white mist, there seemed to be a pool of warm water in the depths of his body that was about to overflow.

When he tried to recall what Romuir and his group of idiots had interrogated him, what kept flashing through his mind was not the pain of the electric shock, but Zhou Rong's strong arms and the small triangular piece of dark skin at the collar of his shirt.

The corner of Sinan's mouth twitched. Not daring to stay in the hot water any longer, he stood up and hastily dried himself.

The clean clothes were neatly folded by Zhou Rong into tofu blocks and placed on the shelf. Sinan changed into a clean shirt and wiped the mirror casually. He saw that his face was red and the corners of his eyes seemed to be watery.

"… Done."

Zhou Rong was cooking porridge in the kitchen and looked up when he heard Sinan.

Sinan stood at the kitchen door with his hands behind his back. His figure was tall and straight, and his voice was steady. His expression was calm and upright like a news anchor, but for some reason, the corners of his eyes were slightly red.

Although he was no longer a withered Sinan Roll wrapped in a blanket, he was still very handsome and had a kind of neat and neat appearance that people yearned for.

Zhou Rong suddenly felt ashamed of his shameful thoughts. He coughed, put down the spoon, and smiled. "Then I'll go take a shower too.

Look after the porridge, don't burn it. There's salt and sugar on the shelf. "

Sinan did not say a word.

Zhou Rong walked out of the kitchen and brushed past him as he passed by the door. For a moment, he felt Sinan's gaze quickly slip into his collar.

Zhou Rong: "…?"

Is he coveting my perfect body, or am I just seeing things?

Zhou Rong could not help but look back as he pushed the bathroom door open. He saw Sinan walk straight to the stove with graceful and calm steps. He scooped up a spoonful of vegetable and meat porridge and blew on it attentively. Through the steam, only his beautiful chin could be seen clearly.

He must have seen wrongly, Zhou Rong thought regretfully as he closed the bathroom door.

Zhou Rong, who was about to explode, leaned against the door. His mind was filled with an indescribable scene. In the bathroom, which was mixed with warm steam and the smell of honey, he had taken care of himself twice. His nerves, which had been burned to the point of no longer being able to bear it, finally cooled down slightly.

He took a combat bath with cold water and walked out energetically. He happened to see Sinan standing in front of the stove, secretly adding things to the porridge.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Rong asked loudly. "It's already very thick!

Don't add canned food! "

Sinan immediately turned around and put his hands behind his back. "Okay." Then he licked the corners of his mouth clean.

Captain Zhou was mesmerized by the light red corners of his lips and did not immediately raise his guard.

Zhou Rong rummaged in the car and found a finger-sized bag of cookies in the corner. He opened it and fed Sinan. He also took the opportunity to observe the shape and luster of Comrade Xiao Si's lips at close range.

Then he mixed the dried onions and sauce in the combat ration bag and heated it up. He used it to cook the chopped Italian meatballs and soak them in the dry, hard bread crumbs to eat.

Sinan had nothing to do, so he wandered around the kitchen idly.

Zhou Rong threw the car keys to him and said, "Go. Look for something to drink in the car. See if there's any beer."

Sinan obeyed. A moment later, he came back with an instant drink packet and held it out to Zhou Rong with two fingers.

It was a high-fiber, high-protein, and isotonic drink.

"… It's better than nothing," Zhou Rong comforted himself, then looked Sinan up and down. "Why is there only one packet? You don't want it?"

Sinan shook his head.

"Today is a good day. We should celebrate. Bring something to drink."

Sinan said, "No, I'll save it for you."

The two looked at each other for a long time. Zhou Rong's eyes were full of concern, while Sinan looked innocent. There was only the sound of porridge cooking in the kitchen.

After a long while, Zhou Rong finally sighed and reached out to wipe the milky white powder from the corners of Sinan's mouth.

"The milk powder is all yours. Don't hide and eat it. Bring it up and drink it with water. Be good."

Sinan: "… Okay."

Sinan wandered in and out of the kitchen. From time to time, he would grab a piece of bread or be fed a mouthful of meat sauce by Zhou Rong. By the time dinner was over, he was almost full.

Zhou Rong set up a dining table in front of the window on the second floor. He opened the curtains, revealing the starry sky. On the table were two steaming pots: porridge made from lunch meat mixed with dehydrated vegetables and rice, as well as bread crumbs and onion meat sauce.

Each of them had a bowl and chopsticks. Zhou Rong drank the high-protein nutritional powder, while Sinan drank the sweet milk mixed with hot water.

The two clinked glasses. Zhou Rong cleared his throat and said solemnly, "Today is a day worth remembering.

After four months of exile, our 118 Escape Squad finally ushered in the important moment of family reunion, farewell to the old, and welcome the new — the Spring Festival. "

Sinan clapped expressionlessly. Zhou Rong took a sip of his drink.

"The first toast is to the organization wishing Comrade Si Xiaonan a healthy growth, peace, and success in the new year."

Sinan cooperated. "Brother Rong too."

Zhou Rong patted his head and gave him a red packet — a small bag of raisins.

"The second toast is to Comrade Chun Cao, Comrade Yan Hao, Comrade Ding Shi, and Comrade Guo Weixiang of the 118 Sixth Squadron who are currently absent. They have safely arrived at the Nanhai base and successfully completed the handover with the central government. I also wish the 17 comrades who have left us a safe journey in heaven and a smooth reincarnation … No, wait until the disaster is over before reincarnating."

Zhou Rong took another sip and recited the 17 names one by one according to the order of sacrifice. The last one was Zhang Yingjie.

After he finished reciting, he was silent for a moment. Sinan looked at him quietly.

"The third toast is to the government to develop antiviral drugs as soon as possible. We wish that mankind can escape from the disaster, build a new home, and restore stability and peace."

Zhou Rong raised his glass to the bright sky and poured the last sip of his drink on the ground.

"Millions of brave souls under the heavens, please bear witness to us using the hands of mortals to continue the hope of the survival of our race."

There was no moon tonight, but the stars were twinkling, reflecting a faint white light on the mountains and rivers.

Zhou Rong turned to Sinan and smiled. "Let's eat. It'll get cold later. Try Brother Rong's cooking."

Sinan nodded and reached for the bread in the meat sauce.

Zhou Rong's taste was more Chinese, so he took a bowl of the fragrant, thick, and soft vegetable and meat porridge that he had simmered for a few hours.

As he scooped a spoonful, he realized that the porridge was very thin. He took a closer look and realized that some of the meat and vegetables had not melted yet. It was obvious that they had just been added.

"Si — Xiao — Nan!" Zhou Rong suddenly turned hostile and said sternly, "How much did you eat?

Tell me! "

Sinan: "…"

"You know how to add more after eating secretly. Aren't you smart?

If you have the ability, don't just add the canned food, add some rice!

Do you think I won't find out that this pot of stew is mushy?! "

Sinan knew that he had been exposed. He thought for a moment, smashed the spoon, and picked up the small bag of raisins. "Where's the big red packet?"

"…"

"There's no big red packet for the New Year?

Who are you kidding?

What's wrong with eating a few spoonfuls of your porridge? Didn't you cook porridge for me? "

Zhou Rong was speechless because of this fallacious reasoning. The next sentence was the last straw that made him surrender.

"Are you saying that you cook it for Yan Hao?"

"…" Zhou Rong said sincerely, "Comrade Xiao Si, I think Yan Hao will vomit blood if he hears what you said … Please don't say it in front of him."

Sinan ate the Italian meatballs and smiled at him. His eyes were filled with joy and satisfaction.

On New Year's Eve, the boundless north wind swept through the mountains. In the distance, there was darkness as thick as ink. Zombies wandered back and forth in the valley, whining. The gloomy stars silently overlooked the earth.

In this small world, there was warm food, clean clothes, and a strong and reliable sense of security. Sinan sat cross-legged on the chair. After a hot bath, he felt very comfortable and wanted to stretch himself at any time.

The anger, hatred, and pain he experienced in front of Romuir a few days ago, as well as the needle-like regret and hope in the depths of his heart, seemed to have become memories of his previous life. The moment Zhou Rong descended from the sky, all of it disappeared.

Sinan squeezed to the edge of the table like a boneless cat. Half of his body weight leaned on Zhou Rong's shoulder.

Zhou Rong's voice was a little hoarse. "Little comrade, you're sexually harassing me. Let me tell you."

Sinan said lazily, "Go ahead and sue me. I sexually harassed the Alpha People's Liberation Army uncle. Quickly call the police to arrest me."

This position made the two of them almost squeezed together. The food in Zhou Rong's mouth instantly lost its taste. Only the smell of the omega pheromones surged and diffused at the tip of his nose. It was like an invisible and soft little hook, hooking the most sensitive part of his heart.

"Sinan," Zhou Rong swallowed the porridge and said with difficulty.

"Hmm."

"Your … inhibitor …" He seemed to be a little embarrassed and said, "seems to … have lost its effect."

Sinan drank the milk and said casually, "How is that possible? I injected it at the end of September and it only lost its effect after half a year."

Zhou Rong thought to himself, But your breath is very obvious. Could it be that too many injuries caused the inhibitor in your blood to be metabolized in advance?

"How did you find me?" Sinan unconsciously rubbed Zhou Rong's strong biceps and asked casually.

Zhou Rong was distracted by the pheromones. He simply described how he jumped off the helicopter, searched the zombie hinterland for forty-eight hours without sleep, ran to a high-rise building to light a signal cigarette, and finally met the Alpha Abas who was more than two meters tall and followed them all the way until they found their temporary stronghold.

Sinan said in a muffled voice, "They are from the White Eagle Unit of Country A. Romuir is their leader.

They have a secret military base in Florida that specializes in all kinds of biochemical research. It may be directly related to the outbreak of the zombie virus. "

"Then why do they want to arrest you?"

"… I'm not sure."

Zhou Rong lowered his head, just as Sinan raised her head. Their lips almost brushed.

In an instant, Zhou Rong's heart skipped a beat, but Si Nan didn't notice it at all. "My brain was hurt a little.

They gave me an overdose of syringes, which made it difficult for me to think … "

Zhou Rong opened his mouth and suddenly realized where his strange feeling came from.

— — Sinan's gaze fell directly on his lips!

Because they were too close to each other, Zhou Rong could not see clearly, but he was sure that Sinan's unblinking gaze was a little dazed. It was not completely unintentional, but it was not very clear either. If he had to describe it, it seemed like some kind of subconscious reaction.

"They seemed to be asking me about a box," Sinan murmured, "about a scarf …"

Zhou Rong reminded her in a low voice, "Si Xiaonan?"

Sinan closed her eyes. After a while, she opened them and sat up straight. "What?"

— — The ambiguous atmosphere just now was suddenly broken.

"What were you talking about?"

Sinan did not know that she had been staring at his lips. She said seriously, "If I can remember, I'll tell you.

Right now … my mind is a little messed up, and I can't remember a lot of clues. The syringes they gave me may take a few days to wear off. "

Zhou Rong was a little disappointed. He reached out and rubbed Sinan's forehead. He smiled and said, "If you can't remember, don't think about it. Take your time.

I believe in you. "

Sinan was rubbed by his broad and warm hand. She was a little abnormal. She reflexively raised her head, like a cat chasing after a comfortable touch.

But that was only for a moment.

Sinan seemed to suddenly realize that her movements were wrong. She paused, grabbed the spoon, and stuffed a mouthful of vegetable and meat porridge into her mouth.

Zhou Rong was speechless.

"It's delicious," Sinan said calmly. Every syllable was full of stiffness.

"…" Zhou Rong said with concern, "Be careful not to choke."

Zhou Rong's original plan was that since Sinan was not awake and clingy, he could just hug her and sleep in the same bed at night.

However, man proposes, God disposes. Sinan woke up in the middle of the shower. This made the sleeping arrangements for the night very awkward.

"You haven't recovered yet. You sleep on the bed."

Zhou Rong dragged the sofa in the next room. He clapped his hands and said, "I'll sleep on the sofa. We're in the same room. If there's an accident at night, it'll be convenient for us to warn each other."

Sinan leaned on the bed and raised one of her eyelids. She looked at Zhou Rong's busy movements, as if the slender and strong back seemed to have a kind of magnetic force that made her unable to move her eyes away.

The unobstructed alpha breath filled her nose, but she began to feel that the smell was very pleasant. It was like warm and soft clouds wrapped around her body, making her body soft and comfortable.

Sinan lay on the pillow and closed her eyelids.

The last thing she saw before she fell asleep was Zhou Rong lying on the opposite sofa. In the dark, his eyes were bright, and he looked at the bed.

He seemed to want to do something, but he turned over and didn't do it in the end.

What did he not do?

… It seemed that he was missing a good night kiss that had been very regular for the past few days.

Sinan exhaled, and her consciousness swirled as she fell into a deep sleep.

"Good night, Si Xiaonan," Zhou Rong whispered in the dark, "Happy New Year."

Midnight.

Zhou Rong opened his eyes as soon as he heard the noise. His nerves were tense, and he quickly got up.

The starlight shone into the bedroom through the window. Sinan sleepily walked over with a pillow and squeezed onto the sofa. She wanted Zhou Rong to shrink inside and then fall down.

Zhou Rong was shocked. He supported his upper body with his elbows and stared for a long time. Then he asked tentatively, "Sinan?

… Si Xiaonan? "

Sinan's jiu-jitsu must have reached the level of perfection. In such a narrow space, she could curl up with her back to Zhou Rong and sleep soundly with a pillow. She even made a slight snoring sound.

"… Are you going to throw yourself at me, Comrade Si Xiaonan?"

The bedroom was quiet, and no one answered him.

Zhou Rong's heart was warm, and he couldn't help but smile. He hugged Sinan horizontally, and the two wrapped themselves in a blanket and slept together on the bed.

In a daze, Sinan felt a slight warmth on her temple. It was the good night kiss they had missed tonight. She murmured a few words unconsciously, but it was unclear what she wanted to say. She leaned her head against Zhou Rong's strong neck and fell asleep comfortably.