Looking at his cold and handsome face like an iceberg.

I pressed tightly against the wall, afraid to move.

I kept begging in my mouth, "Brother, brother! I beg you! I beg you! You don't have to bother, I can do it myself!"

What's wrong with this handsome guy now? Is it necessary to take off his clothes at the slightest provocation? Who can bear this!

I complained in my mouth, but I felt somewhat satisfied in my heart.

This handsome guy is really handsome!

Huh? Why isn't he continuing?

Under my puzzled gaze, the handsome guy quickly turned black.

"I don't know what nonsense you're talking about. I was just checking if you had been caught by zombies."

I howled regretfully a few times, but he frowned and stared at my chubby belly:

"Why do you have red marks on your stomach? Were you scratched?"

I cooperatively lowered my head and took a look, then awkwardly said:

"Uh, these are marks I rubbed with a bath towel before..."

The atmosphere became strange.