Chapter 11: Why Are Your Ears So Red?

After the hunter’s incident, the villa returned to a peaceful tranquility.

In the evening, Wen Yao sat on the edge of the sofa, admiring the weather outside while sketching in her notebook.

Since the outbreak of the zombie crisis, the weather had become increasingly bizarre. The Beizhou was ravaged by blizzards, the Dongzhou was plagued by continuous rain, the West Continent was swept by howling winds, and the South Continent… was half-submerged by seawater, with all kinds of sea monsters emerging.

There was no normal weather, and sunlight was extremely rare. Only in the evening would the sky turn orange-red, somewhat like the fiery sunset clouds before the end of the world.

It was the same now. The sky was filled with crimson clouds, the evening wind blew the balcony curtains, and outside was an empty field and swamp.

Wen Yao looked at this scene and couldn’t help but be lost in thought for a moment…

In that brief trance, she had a sense that it was all a dream. Perhaps the apocalypse hadn’t come, perhaps she was just having a dream, a long and terrifying dream that lasted for seven years…

And when she woke up, her mother would call her to get up and eat, her father would drive her to school, her older sister who was in college would send her a message, introducing her to the rich and colorful life of college.

She hadn’t taken the college entrance exam yet, hadn’t gotten into her dream university, hadn’t embarked on a bright future, and was abruptly and cruelly dragged into this endless darkness…

“…”

…

As night fell, Di Dahu stood guard on the balcony, Mei Yasha went to cook, and Wen Yao went to the door of the room where Ji Mingchen was, raised her hand and knocked: “Can I come in?”

The man’s lazy voice came from inside: “Come in.”

However, when Wen Yao pushed the door open, she found that the room was filled with steam, and as the mist dissipated, the man in the white bathtub met her gaze and asked with a smile: “What’s up?”

It was late at night, and the large European antique bedroom was empty, with only a dusty carpet and a clean white bathtub.

Because the villa’s electricity was damaged, there were no lights in the room, only a few candles lit beside the bathtub. In the flickering candlelight, steam rose from the white bathtub, and the demonic man in the bathtub was bare-chested and white, his chest and abdominal muscles were smooth and distinct, radiating a faint yellow glow in the candlelight.

He still held an empty wine glass in his exposed fingers, and the glass held a cluster of flames, as intense as a fiery rose.

“…”

This was clearly a time of escape from the apocalypse, when danger could be encountered at any time, yet this man had the leisure to take a bath here, and he even made it so atmospheric, like he was on vacation.

Wen Yao lowered her eyes: “…You’re taking a bath, why did you let me in? I’ll tell you later.”

But Ji Mingchen ordered: “The clothes are on the cabinet by the door, get them for me.”

Wen Yao: “Why don’t you get them yourself?”

“Hmm?” Ji Mingchen said matter-of-factly: “Just forgot, now… my hands aren’t that long.”

As he spoke, he put down the wine glass and hooked his eyes at Wen Yao, reminding her: “Miss Wen, twice saved your life.”

“…”

Although speechless, Wen Yao still took the stack of clothes on hand in a good mood.

She hadn’t seen these clothes before, they looked brand new, and moreover, this was the third set of clothes he had changed into today.

He had changed into a new set of clothes in the morning because his clothes were splattered with blood from killing people, he had changed into another set at noon because he had spilled oil on his clothes at lunch, and before that, at the hospital, he had been wearing a white coat and playing cosplay, she didn’t know if he had a space ability, otherwise where did he get so many clothes.

Wen Yao said nothing, placed the clothes on the cabinet beside the bathtub, lowered her head and turned to leave, but was grabbed by the man by the wrist.

The hot palm was so hot that Wen Yao jumped: “What are you doing?”

Ji Mingchen pointed at his shoulder with his finger: “Look…”

“What?”

Ji Mingchen said with a smile: “See it?”

Wen Yao looked at the two hideous scars, her face blank: “What’s wrong?”

Ji Mingchen’s finger tapped leisurely: “Here, here, and here…”

Wen Yao didn’t know what this neurotic was trying to do, the atmosphere disturbed her greatly, she struggled to pull back her wrist, but was held even tighter.

Ji Mingchen’s fingertips rubbed her delicate wrist skin, his voice low and seductive, his words were extremely ambiguous: “These are the marks you left on me, don’t you feel close?”

“…”

Wen Yao didn’t know how to comment on this statement, she frowned: “…It’s not difficult to remove scars, why do you keep them?”

Ji Mingchen put his finger on the corner of his eye, thinking seriously: “Keep them so that one day, I can show them to you, isn’t this the opportunity…”

Wen Yao: “…”

She had been a little sympathetic just now, but after those words, her nascent sympathy was instantly extinguished.

To be honest, he hadn’t taken a single knife in vain before.

Although the candlelight reflected, the surface of the bathtub was rippling, so she couldn’t see anything clearly, but she could be sure that this man was really naked, wearing nothing.

Wen Yao didn’t think this was a proper conversation setting, she decided to talk to him later, but as soon as she turned around, she heard the man behind her laughing very wantonly: “Did you see something? Why are your ears so red…”

Wen Yao couldn’t take it anymore: “Ji Mingchen!”

Where was her knife?

Di Dahu, who was passing by outside the room, heard the sound and looked into the room, he even shone his flashlight into the room, seeing that his boss was taking a bath, and Miss Wen was seemingly flirting with him.

He was so scared that he instantly turned off the flashlight and closed the door: “You guys continue, you guys continue, I didn’t see anything.”

“…”

Wen Yao took a deep breath, no longer caring what this man said, she directly stormed out of the room.

Ji Mingchen was amused by her annoyed look, until he saw the sudden ripples on the surface of the water, his smile fell from the corners of his eyes and brows, and his eyes became increasingly deep.

Half an hour later, Ji Mingchen came out of the room in a neat suit, and Mei Yasha had also prepared dinner. There was a candle lit on the coffee table, with four plates neatly arranged next to it, making it look like a candlelit dinner.

After dinner, as always, Di Dahu and Mei Yasha stood guard, while Ji Mingchen, who had been appropriately restrained, asked Wen Yao: “What did you want to find me for just now?”