The Game Character I Raised is the Boss of the End of the World

Chapter 140

Chapter 140

Fu Yanzhou only recently regained full consciousness.

He sluggishly looked at the white wall in front of him, then shrunk his head to look at the white bedsheets. He reached out his hand, intending to scratch his head, but only then did he realize that his skin was covered in dark purple bruises.

The purple marks were evidence of blood vessel blockage during this period of time, with the pale and bloodless skin forming small dents upon touch.

Fu Yanzhou poked it with his finger, and the seemingly fragile white skin sank in, without bouncing back for a long time. He poked it with concentration, then curiously poked it again, finding that the dent remained motionless. He then self-inflicted two more pokes, as if torturing himself.

Just as he was engrossed, the door creaked open from the outside. Fu Yanzhou's eyes widened, and he stared blankly at the small dent on his arm.

The person who walked in stopped in front of him.

Fu Yanzhou heard her familiar voice, tinged with a sharp and slightly sarcastic tone, "Fu Yanzhou, do you find it amusing to poke yourself?"

". . . ," Fu Yanzhou lowered his head and remained silent.

Xi Bei looked at his face, her voice becoming increasingly dissatisfied, "Fu Yanzhou, you do know that there are surveillance cameras in your room, right? Stop pretending!"

". . . ," Fu Yanzhou lowered his eyelids and hardly spoke.

In fact, he felt a little confused in his heart: although he had already been vaccinated against the zombie virus, Fu Yanzhou discovered from the "manipulation" of his body just now that his body was still not considered normal compared to an ordinary person.

Regardless of whether the zombie virus has fully taken effect in his body, it has clearly caused great damage to his body.

Xi Bei is not suitable for being close to him anymore.

Fu Yanzhou has seen people with severe infectious diseases before the apocalypse: even if the lucky ones among them eventually recover, they may still face lifelong bullying, harm, and isolation. They may still face strange looks from uninformed people and even be hurt by their closest ones.

These negative impacts are more enduring than the illness itself.

Even if the body gradually recovers from the illness, the embarrassment faced in the mind and social interactions will not simply return to the time before the illness arrived just because the body has recovered.

It is precisely because he has seen such situations that Fu Yanzhou's inner self has long anticipated this possibility.

But what he didn't expect was that Xi Bei would still come to his sickroom in person.

Moreover, the expression on her still youthful face was not the previous warm smile. On the contrary, it was filled with dissatisfaction and mockery towards him.

When Fu Yanzhou realized the emotions in her tone, his heart felt a slight pricking sensation, as if it had been lightly pricked by a needle.

He involuntarily raised his head slightly to look at Xi Bei. Subconsciously ignoring his usual social anxiety, he had never been so curious about exploring someone else's emotions. He just followed the desire in his heart and looked at Xi Bei's slightly angry expression.

However, when he raised his head, he realized that the expression on Xi Bei's face was not the anger he had thought.

On her face, there was more concern, worry, and unspoken tenderness.