Yún Xià heard him cry out in pain and was slightly taken aback, frowning: "Why are boys so delicate?"
Unlike him, even though she wasn't a boy, she could endure pain quite well.
The zombie youth took off his clothes, his eyelashes drooping as he remained silent.
His cheeks were flushed with steam, and his delicate brows furrowed, his cheeks puffed out.
Yún Xià found this person very amusing; when he was angry, he would just pout and puff out his cheeks like a pufferfish.
Like a child.
His mental age was probably only three years old?
But then again, he was an experimental subject and was probably confined every day, with little contact with the outside world.
It was only natural for him to have a pure heart.
She thought that she, being the Demon King, lived a rougher life, but this guy clearly had delicate skin and tender flesh, a handsome young man's face that looked like it could exude water; she couldn't expect him to endure pain like her.
He must have suffered a lot as an experimental subject.
Now that he had a boss, she naturally had to let him feel the warmth of a boss.
This was called treating worthy men with courtesy and winning over hearts.
With this thought, the girl comforted him: "Endure it for a while. I've noted this down. There are people from the Scientific Society at the Southwest Base, perhaps they have a solution."
The boy, who was silently pouting and sulking, was slightly stunned after hearing this.
He raised his beautiful grey-white eyes.
He was silent for a few seconds, his hollow pupils narrowed, and he whispered again: "Xia Xia is so kind."
However, Yún Xià didn't like receiving 'good person' cards.
She was the Demon King! What was so good about her!
The Demon King was meant to be a powerful figure that shook the world.
To the point where all children at midnight would be scared into sleeping soundly upon hearing her name!
She pursed her lips, trying to explain that her kindness was conditional: "I'm not kind to everyone, remember, it's because you're my subordinate."
The other party obediently hummed.
She didn't know if he understood her meaning.
But it was fine; as a boss, one had to be good to their subordinates and cruel to others.
"You can change your clothes now." Yún Xià glanced at him and walked out of the bathroom.
Yan Zhuo pursed his lips slightly, lowered his eyes to look at the clothes in his hand, and set them aside.
The boy's slender fingers touched his collar, and he slowly unbuttoned and took off his soaked shirt.
Yún Xià waited on the bus seat, idly closing her eyes, her slender legs provocatively crossed over another seat, displaying a lazy, boss-like posture.
From behind the separated curtain, the sound of him obediently changing clothes could be heard.
The curtain didn't reach the floor, leaving a gap. The boy's fair ankle, with its beautifully shaped bones, slowly stepped into his trousers.
The handsome zombie youth emerged after changing his clothes, but he was slightly taken aback and softened his breathing.
In the back of the bus, the girl looked soft and cute, but her legs were crossed over the seat, her posture aggressively casual, exuding a decidedly unapproachable aura.
But she had already closed her eyes, her head tilted slightly to the side, breathing softly, sweetly, and evenly.
She had fallen asleep.
Yan Zhuo slowly walked over.
His silver hair, after being wiped, was still slightly damp, and wisps of steam mingled with the moonlight outside the window.
The boy's grey-white pupils were beautiful and empty.
Outside the car.
Lù Míng was somewhat agitated, leaning against a tree, frowning in thought.
He already felt that something was wrong.
A woman like Shěn Qīngqīng was definitely not his type; she was brainless and full of vulgarity.
Why had he protected her before?
Lù Míng pursed his lips slightly, his angular profile appearing even colder in the moonlight.
He pursed his lips, stood up, and walked towards the bus.