Chapter 29 The Birth of Feelings
“Well, little thing, it seems you have no other choice but to cooperate with me,” Shen Shao Jie said, completely unconcerned with the situation around them, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he looked at the girl who was shorter than him.
The sun blazed fiercely, its intense light and heat pervading the earth. The scorching temperature didn’t deter the relentless advance of the zombies; they were beginning to surround them.
Su Mo’s gaze was sharp, her pupils filled with cold light.
She turned to the devilishly handsome man. He stood with his arms crossed, looking lazy and nonchalant, a playful smirk on his lips. Yet, his deep eyes held an unwavering coldness.
Suddenly, her heart calmed. She looked at him, her expression cold, before speaking in a firm, icy tone, “I’ll cooperate with you, but I have conditions.”
As if expecting this, Shen Shao Jie chuckled softly, a hint of indulgence in his devilish smile, “Everything except that corpse is yours.”
Her words caught in her throat. Su Mo was startled. Looking into his beautiful eyes, she felt a sudden impact. She quickly turned her head, her delicate face flushed. Her voice was slightly hurried, “I didn’t expect your tastes to be so… unique.”
Ignoring the sarcasm in her tone, Shen Shao Jie looked at the girl. The sun was still scorching, its rays illuminating her flushed face. Her face was small, smaller than his hand, yet her delicate features were stunning. Even her angry expression seemed adorable to him. A mysterious light flickered in his eyes; he seemed to understand something in that moment.
He looked at her, the corners of his lips curving into a smile, a wild surge of emotion in his deep eyes. He chuckled, both frantically and happily, “That seems to be the case.”
His intense gaze, combined with his devilishly handsome features, made Su Mo’s heart pound. She turned her head, muttering to herself, “Devil.”
Taking a deep breath to steady her heartbeat, Su Mo’s face hardened. “It’s settled then. You get the corpse; I get the cores.”
“Agreed,” Shen Shao Jie shrugged, a gleam of amusement in his eyes. Compared to the stone in the zombie’s brain, he seemed to have a more important pursuit now.
Seeing his nod, Su Mo pressed her lips together and carefully observed the situation.
It was almost five in the afternoon, yet the sun showed no sign of setting; its intensity increased, making the stench of blood and decay even stronger.
This meant more zombies were coming, and their space was shrinking.
Suddenly, a zombie with a hollowed-out stomach and exposed intestines, its eyes rolled back, darted out from the side, its rotten arms flailing as it lunged toward Su Mo near the car.
The distance was too close to fire a weapon. As the zombie almost reached her, she quickly retreated, about to draw her blade.
But a gust of wind swept past her ear, followed by a “bang,” and the zombie disappeared. Before she could react, a cold voice echoed in her ear.
“I’m curious, with your ant-like movements, pig-like speed, and subpar intelligence, how did you survive this long?” The icy tone seemed to hold a hint of suppressed anger. Shen Shao Jie looked at Su Mo with a dark expression; for a moment, his heart almost stopped. He couldn’t imagine what would happen if the zombie had bitten her; he might go mad.
Initially, she had thought he wasn’t entirely bad after he saved her; however, his next words made her furious.
Ant? Pig? She was speechless from anger, “You bastard!”
“I’m a bastard?” He sneered, approaching her, his anger intensifying. His voice was icy and sarcastic, “Not only is your intelligence subpar, but your language skills aren’t much better either. It’s a miracle zombies haven’t found you yet.”
His tall figure, radiating strong masculinity, approached. Su Mo instinctively tried to retreat, but a large hand grabbed her waist, holding her firmly in place.
Glaring angrily at him, her face flushed, Su Mo said, “Let go!”
Ignoring her, Shen Shao Jie’s dark eyes were deep and bottomless, like a brewing storm. He stared at her, his pupils filled with a destructive aura.
That kind of madness would scare even Su Mo, who had seen countless hordes of zombies.
He was like a demon from hell, a Satan born from carnage.
Seeming to notice her fear, after a moment, Shen Shao Jie seemed to smile, and his voice returned to its usual playful tone.
He raised his hand, his fair fingers caressing her neck. A smile played on his lips, his voice soft and light, “Next time, if you’re this careless, don’t wait for the zombies to kill you; I’ll do it myself. It’ll be quicker and less messy.”
The touch of his fingers, combined with the chill, made Su Mo shiver. A warm breath caressed her ear, the strong masculine scent filling her nostrils. Unconsciously, a blush crept onto her delicate cheeks; whether from anger or embarrassment, she shoved him away, her face red, “Mind your own business!”
“Since you don’t want my help, then protect that poorly developed little life of yours,” he glanced at her indifferently.
“You…” Su Mo was furious.
Knowing she couldn’t win a verbal fight with this sharp-tongued man, she took a deep breath and turned away, scoffing, “Good girls don’t fight with bad boys.”
Shen Shao Jie seemed to smile, seeing her puffed-up expression, and said nothing more.