"Do you want to eat me?"
That question came out naturally from Zhao Bolin's mouth as though he was just asking about weather instead of provoking a genuine, certified and legitimate zombie who could bite him at any moment.
Against all odds, Zhao Bolin was truly not afraid. Just like how he had a strong conviction that Lu Yizhou would not betray him and leave him behind, he was also certain that… this man would not do anything to hurt him; that no matter what Zhao Bolin did, Lu Yizhou would keep him safe, always. Let alone frightened, he could not even find a sliver of fear within him. This gut instinct was truly mystical yet for some reason, Zhao Bolin did not want to question it right now.
He pulled his hand back and rubbed his fingers to feel the texture of Lu Yizhou's saliva. It was slightly cool to the touch and clear, definitely unlike the thick mucus which other zombies produced.
