Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

The Zombie King’s Heartthrob Girlfriend (46)

Bai Weiwei was shivering.

She didn’t know what he was trying to say, but his malice was apparent.

Song Yunhuan spoke one word at a time. “Do you know what the final step is? When you drink this, you won’t be digesting it. Instead, the liquid will absorb the nutrients in your flesh and blood. You’ll become its vessel. When it matures, you’ll be consumed to ashes.”

His words were sharp and cutting.

That sounded terrible.

Bai Weiwei’s face was white. “Really?”

Song Yunhuan sneered. “Really. Once you drink it, it’s irreversible. You’ll die.”

“No, that’s not what I meant…” Bai Weiwei looked at the vial with some fear but was serious. “Can it really turn you back into a human?”

There was a trace of hope in her eyes.

Song Yunhuan’s fingers curled. He clenched his fist and reminded himself, this woman couldn’t be trusted.

“It’s true. You die, I become human.”

Bai Weiwei kept quiet, the signs of a struggle on her face. There was a look of worry.

Bai Weiwei closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She picked up the vial, opened it, and was about to drink it.

Song Yunhuan snatched it away.

Bai Weiwei looked at him. “Didn’t you want me to drink it?”

Song Yunhuan said nothing. He put the thing in his hand back, locked it up, and put it away.

Bai Weiwei immediately chased after him.

“Song Yunhuan, put it down.”

“…”

“Song Yunhuan, if you take it away, how can you become human?”

“…”

“I knew you cared about me…”

Bang!

Song Yunhuan punched the wall behind Bai Weiwei.

There was a massive crack in the wall, frightening her.

Song Yunhuan said darkly, “Don’t want a mile when you’re given an inch1. Don’t try to pretend to gain my sympathy, I won’t believe you.”

He took the case and walked away.

Bai Weiwei stood by the broken wall. She yelled at Song Yunhuan: “You love me so much it hurts, or else why would you run away so quickly? If you dare, leave behind the thing in your hand, I’ll drink to show you.”

Song Yunhuan’s steps faltered.

【Ding. The male lead’s favorability is at 75.】

Bai Weiwei heard the notification and felt the cold sweat on her face.

System: “Didn’t you say that no trust means no favorability?”

Bai Weiwei: “Oh, I’m not trying to gain his trust. Of course, the last 5 points are because I made a cake for him. Drinking that deadly stuff told him, I still have him in my heart.”

System: “So much suffering for points. Forget the cake, I’m thankful you didn’t lose favorability.”

It became evening and now there was a thunderstorm.

The thunder roared. The lightning during the apocalypse was unusually thick and colorful.

Bai Weiwei hugged her pillow. She wore a robe, bitterly standing in front of Song Yunhuan’s door.

She knocked on the door.

“Roll.” Song Yunhuan’s cold voice came from the other end.

Bai Weiwei: I want to protest. When other people are imprisoned, it’s a one-stop service. Why is it that her confinement was so clean that she couldn’t even see the meat?

Song Yunhuan actually slept in another room.

She wasn’t allowed to climb into his bed. It was hard to be so clear-minded, ah.

Bai Weiwei blinked, trying to squeeze out a few tears of fear. “I’m afraid of thunder.”

Song Yunhuan: “It can’t hurt you, what are you afraid of?”

1: 得寸进尺: lit. win an inch, want a foot; similar meaning to the English equivalent.↩