The little one’s short legs naturally couldn’t outrun Sui Han. The boy picked it up, and the little zombie was so scared that it hugged its little hat and didn’t dare to move.

It was afraid that its master would accidentally fumble and drop it, causing it to fall directly and have its butt bloom^[1]a metaphor for getting hurt badly.

“Sit on the cushion, wait for me.”

Sui Han pressed it onto the corn husk cushion and reached out to tap its little head. The little zombie had a look of utter despair, hugging its short legs, its mouth pouting, and its eyes filled with a bag of tears.

[Don’t cry, little one; bathing is so comfortable. Later, let Sui Sui give you a super comfortable massage O(∩_∩)O]

[Want to know what merits Big Banana achieved last night?]

[Oh, right, have you guys seen the trending searches? The employee of Uncle Fatty’s BBQ shop was actually the boss of Jiu Yi all along. The opening of a store turned into a spy movie, which is scary to think about!]

[Jiu Yi purely ruined itself. Why did they have to mess with Uncle Fatty? It’s really infuriating 1551]

[Haha, could it be that Big Banana caught the bad guy? (just kidding)]

[Little one is so small, not even as tall as a banana. The person upstairs is stretching it too far…]

When Sui Han was bathing the little zombie last night, he considered ordering a pet bathtub.

Before going to bed, he picked one out with the little one. However, at the time, the little zombie didn’t know that it was being prepared for it. Sui Han asked it to pick a color, and it chose its favorite yellow.

Sui Han woke early in the morning, and the bathtub had already arrived.

He still couldn’t figure out how the delivery guy got the goods over, since his place didn’t connect with the real world.

Anyway, it was the same as before; he couldn’t see anyone, only saw the goods placed at the door.

There was also a thoughtful note attached:

　　Respected guest, if you are unsatisfied with the item, please seal the packaging and place it back in its original position.

Sui Han squatted in the living room, unpacking the bathtub. The small bathtub wasn’t even as big as his washbasin, and the edge came with a massage and bubble-blowing functions.

A straw-like thing was inserted into a box hanging on the bathtub. The box should be for holding soapy water.

Sui Han put the cardboard box aside and looked up to see the flower bud in the living room again. The flower bud floated in the air, with no watering place or soil underneath.

It was suspended entirely in mid-air.

What a magical flower. I wonder what it’s for.

He thought about it and probably understood. It seemed that the room full of flowers would only appear when believers arrived. At other times, he could only see this budding flower.

Sui Han couldn’t determine the variety. He stood up with the bathtub and examined it carefully. It didn’t appear to show any signs of blooming.

It didn’t even appear to be growing.

He ignored it for the time being and ran to the water heater to fill half a basin of warm water. The little zombie’s body temperature was low, and it didn’t like water that was too hot. After spending a few days with it, Sui Han had figured out its preferences.

When he returned to the computer, the little zombie was still stiffly hugging its knees, looking like it was about to cry.

Sui Han curled the corners of his lips, his smile very faint.

Although he was happy inside, he couldn’t help it. He was naturally indifferent and didn’t like to smile. Being able to show such a slight smile was already rare.

“Come on, Big Banana, take it off.”

Little Zombie: (；д；)

It didn’t move, so Sui Han could only reach out and take off its little hat. Its round, white, bun-like head was revealed. The red spots had all disappeared, and all that was left was to wait for new hair to grow.

The little zombie shivered and hugged its upper body in fear, which immediately amused the viewers in the live broadcast room.

[Oh my god, this is too cute!]

[Mommy’s heart is melting. Little one, don’t be shy. Everyone here is your parent!]

[Otherwise, leave the kid a pair of shorts [/laughing]]

[It’s indeed difficult for the little one. I guess it would be more relaxed in the bathroom.]

[Practice makes perfect. My little one was the same. The first time it took a bath, it kicked over the bathtub. Once it’s comfortable, you can’t get it to come out even if you ask.]

Sui Han grabbed the little zombie’s collar and helped it take off its clothes one by one. With each piece of clothing removed, the little guy looked at its master with its adorable big eyes.

Its pitiful little appearance was especially amusing.

Soon, its upper body was completely naked.

Sui Han then went to pull down its little pants, taking off both the outer and inner pants in one go, but still leaving it with a pair of shorts.

The shorts were also yellow, and the small piece of fabric wasn’t even as big as the palm of his hand. Even Sui Han found it amusing. Whenever he bathed the little one, he thought its little shorts were very special.

Sui Han flipped through the original owner’s phone. These little clothes were all custom-made from the same store by the original owner.

The little zombie had many pairs of shorts, enough to change into one every day for a week.

Seeing that its shorts were saved, the little zombie immediately stretched out its small hands, clasped them together, and bowed to Sui Han to thank him.

Sui Han put the little guy into the warm water. The little guy’s expression immediately froze. Its little legs tentatively stretched forward, and then it let out a small “ha” sound.

Sui Han could understand its expression. The little zombie was saying, “So comfortable!”

Sui Han first put in the prepared soapy water, then pointed to the straw and made a “blow” gesture.

The little zombie was very smart and followed along, imitating him. It gently blew a breath, and a string of transparent little bubbles popped out “tut-tut-tut” and fell directly into the bathtub.

Little Zombie: ^0^

Sui Han turned on the massage function. The whirring sound of the machinery startled it, and it couldn’t help but turn its head to look.

Seeing that it wasn’t anything life-threatening, it cautiously leaned back again. Its little red face was flushed by the warm water. Sui Han saw the little one comfortably squinting its eyes.

It seemed to have adapted.

[So well-behaved, I really want to snatch it over and give it a kiss.]

[Is there a group forming to steal the little one?]

[See, I told you, it’ll be fine once it gets used to it. When Sui Sui asks it to come out later, it probably won’t want to.]

The little zombie seemed to have a different ability than ordinary people. In fact, Sui Han had also noticed this.

After all, the Thomas Flare (a gymnastics move) wasn’t something an ordinary pet could do.

The little zombie could use its hands to hold up the bubbles and keep them from breaking. After discovering this, it happily held up a super big bubble and “hehe” at Sui Han.

It seemed to want to give the bubble to him.

“Okay, I accept it.” Sui Han reached out and popped it. The little zombie opened its mouth in surprise, then immediately blew out another string of bubbles.

The little guy boldly stretched out its little feet and secretly placed them on Sui Han’s fingers.

The little zombie’s feet were especially small and smooth.

Sui Han pinched them, and it immediately put them back in the water, instead using its fingers to hook Sui Han’s sleeve.

Sui Han glanced down and thought this little one is still so clingy, it has to hold onto him to feel at ease.

The boy was playing with the little zombie and had also put in a little yellow duck that came as a gift with the bathtub when he heard a strange noise coming from the bedroom, as if something had crawled out of it.