After Taking over the Cold-Faced Partner[gb]

01 Five years after the zombie outbreak, the entire world was buried under ruins. If you stay in such a dead and hopeless world for too long, you will be driven crazy. But Jiang Sui, a born lunatic, doesn't. She only needs to vent her emotions to maintain the motivation to live. And her "spiritual support" is extremely special ——Countless zombies everywhere... ——He Yi Feng. 02 Yi Feng has broad shoulders, long legs, a narrow waist and a large bust. She has soft, soft hair with a low tail, and two dazzling moles on her lower lip and earlobes. She is lively and attractive. The only thing that cannot be explained is her cold face. The first time Jiang Sui saw him, he directly touched his chest muscles. He held the knife behind his back and left an indelible mark on her neck. Originally, you were punching me and kicking me fiercely, and the two of them rolled together. The blood from the wound on the side of Jiang Sui's neck soaked into his collar, but he still smiled and pressed him down, mercilessly forcing him to gasp. She grabbed the man's hair and lifted his upper body, leaned over to his ear, took the small mole on the earlobe and rubbed it, leaving a circle of bruises: "Tell me, are you voluntary?" Yi Feng's eyes were red, his lips were pursed tightly, but his body was trembling uncontrollably. He trembled at the end of his voice and said word by word: "Yes, you..." The next words were covered in the palm of Jiang Sui's hands with a sneer. Just do it voluntarily. 03 Their way of getting along has long been fixed in the five years of running-in: fighting, killing, and then venting when the blood is not exhausted. Yi Feng didn't understand why Jiang Sui was so interested in his breasts and body. Jiang Sui also didn't understand why Yi Feng could face death so coldly. But that's not important. Jiang Sui once again inserted the dagger into the zombie's eye socket, and after breaking open its brain crystals, he stood up slowly, turned his back to Yi Feng and wiped the blood from his face. She said, "Come here." Yi Feng didn't answer and just walked towards her step by step. Just like every time in the past five years, the end of the battle was the beginning of some kind of tacit understanding between them - the plunder of just one person, Yi Feng. But it happened that he had been tamed long ago and was left with nothing but sweetness. —————————— "Eating Guide" 1. Front row reminder GBGBGB 2. The heroine has no extra parts and is a real female character. 3. Male protagonist 1 and 4 4. Male noble 1v1 —————————————— Pre-collection of "Bullying an Honest Person?" The copy is as follows~ —————————————— / 01 In the apocalypse of the wasteland, where zombies are rampant, Jiang Zhao has been leaving all bases and wandering alone, living with his head in the air every day, fearing that one day his corpse will be accidentally separated. It is indeed easy to lose consciousness if your mental powers are overdrawn, but - what if you go crazy and abduct a living person to sleep? In the darkness where no outline could be distinguished, Jiang Zhao saw the muscular man lying on the side of the bed with marks all over his body and half of his face still buried in the quilt. There was only one sentence left in Jiang Zhao's mind: I'm in good health and give good reviews. 02 Out of humanitarianism, Jiang Zhao left a few crystal nuclei on the bedside, meaning that this was the end of it. After all, it's the end of the world, so if we can exchange for some resources, it's just a matter of our own accord. As soon as he took a step out of the door, Jiang Zhao turned around and picked up the person by the back of his neck, leaving a circle of tooth marks on the lips and marking them with a spiritual imprint. 03 As soon as he climbed over the base wall and landed, before Jiang Zhao could stand up, he looked up and saw a tall figure standing in the dark against the light. Every inch of the tiger-backed, wasp-waisted and mantis-like legs was wrapped in tight fabrics to outline clear lines. Looking further up, he has a short head, thin lips, narrowed eyebrows, and a dazzling cross scar hanging from the corner of his lips. He has an attractive and handsome face. Jiang Zhao stood up calmly, patted his sleeves, and said calmly, "On patrol?" The man pursed his lips and said nothing, his dark phoenix eyes pressed down, much scarier than that group of lunatics who shouted and killed at every turn. Jiang Zhao just thought he had met a mute, turned around and ran away, not wanting his wrist to be suddenly grabbed, followed by a low and hoarse voice that sounded full of grievance and depression from behind. "You don't want me anymore?" Ding—— The spiritual mark echoes behind him. Intention: As long as you persist, you can see hope