The Boss is Very Busy

Kapok looked serious: "Stop talking."

"..."

Wen Shumu honestly didn't move.

Kapok covered the two of them with a blanket. Seeing Wen Shumu's corner exposed, Kapok came closer and helped him tuck the corner thoughtfully.

But the man gently held her wrist. Kapok looked over and saw that the other party's eyes were bright and shining under the broken hair. Kapok paused and heard the other party say: "...Stay away."

"..." Kapok looked at him strangely, and calmly walked away from him. He pulled away the blanket that he had just laid out and wrapped it himself, preventing the other party from touching him at all.

Why should she worry about him being cold?

ill.

Watching Kapok's movements, Wen Shumu said nothing. His petite body was nestled in the corner. Because of the cold wind blowing, the tip of his small nose was red from the cold, making him look a little pitiful.

Wen Shumu held the gun in his fingers, covering it lightly with his long white fingers, and raised his eyelashes.

"Do you want to learn?"

Kapok opened his eyes: "What?"

The next moment, the gun was loaded.

Kapok's attention was attracted. She raised her eyebrows and nodded: "I think so."

In fact, it almost does.

The man stood up, his slender figure immediately revealed in front of him. He turned his eyes sideways, looked at the exquisite girl, and motioned to her with his lowered eyes.

"Get up first."

Kapok stood up.

She was still wearing a blanket. The two walked to an open space together, and Wen Shumu stood in front of her, slightly lowering his eyes and staring at the girl's fair profile, and said softly.

"Take it."

Kapok held the gun in her hand, and it felt cold to the touch. Then the man's palm covered the back of her hand, and the two hands were pressed tightly against her. His fingertips hooked hers and placed them at the launch site.

Kapok paused for a moment. The people next to him were very close to each other, their bodies almost touching each other. The voice in his ear was low and calm, carrying a faint tone of hoarseness as it passed into the wind.

"aim."

Kapok felt the slightly cool temperature on the back of her hand, she blinked and hummed.

The man was almost a head taller than her. When they stood together, the top of Kapok's head was touching his chin. The smell of the man was light and pleasant, with a cold fragrance that made people intoxicated.

"Then," he moved his cheek quietly towards her ear, leaning slightly, his lips seemed to be close to her ear to speak, the distance was even closer, "launch."

He hooked the launcher, and Kapok immediately felt the recoil of the gun through the palm of her hand. She was stunned for a moment, and found that a black figure fell in front of her, and she didn't know when it was a zombie that ran over.

Kapok's face turned slightly red, she let go of her hand silently, and the people behind her quietly retreated.

Although the other party didn't say an ambiguous word just now, the girl's heartstrings were still moved by him. She recalled the calm and sharp action of the other party when she fired, and fired without mercy.

She was still recalling the scene just now when the other party suddenly raised his hand and handed the thing over.

Kapok looked over subconsciously and saw the other party handing the gun in front of her. She raised her eyes.

The man's eyes were dark, just like the dark night, calm and indifferent, and he spoke expressionlessly.

"give you."

Kapok was stunned for a moment, then looked down: "Why did you give it to me...then what will you do?"

Wen Shumu's expression didn't show much emotion, "I still have some spares."

"..."

It turns out there is a spare.