The Boss is Very Busy

"Yes." Wen Shumu smiled gently, "You can tell."

"..."

Kapok grabbed his clothes and said, "Wait a minute."

Wen Shumu stopped, "What?"

Kapok thought about it carefully and said, "Although we have only been together for two days, if my little wife needs it, I can satisfy you."

"..."

Kapok lay down obediently, with a kind face: "Then come."

The man lowered his eyes and looked at the person under him calmly. He slightly raised the corners of his lips, the arc was subtle and beautiful.

"good."

"??"

Kapok stared at him, expecting that the other party would pity and say, "Forget it, I can't bear it."

As a result, reality and ideals are completely different.

Kapok's expression became more self-evident, as if she was accusing the other party. She glanced at the broad daylight outside, and the roars of zombies could be heard from time to time. Kapok pursed her lips and said, "They are still down there."

"Yeah." The man's fingertips had already covered his clothes buttons: "They won't come up."

"..."

"What if." Kapok didn't believe it.

Wen Shumu stared at her, then suddenly stood up and walked out.

Kapok also sat up, confused: "What are you doing?"

The other party glanced at her and said, "Go and tell them not to come up."

"..."

Kapok rolled his eyes, a little speechless.

Looking at the other person's expression, she obviously knew he was joking, so she helplessly crossed her fingers.

"Forget it, come here and satisfy you."

Wen Shumu nodded and suddenly smiled: "Okay, come here."

The man returned to the bed. He slowly took off his clothes and curled his lips, "Mianmian just said you were satisfied, right?"

Kapok hummed.

"Okay." He unbuttoned his clothes, revealing his fair and delicate chest, "If you're not satisfied, do you have to pay double the amount?"

Kapok was silent for a moment, "Then how can I be satisfied?"

"I say only when you are satisfied."

"..."

-

After a long time, Kapok became drowsy. It was already afternoon, and the sunset outside the window illuminated the room. She raised her heavy eyelids, feeling the strength of the other party, and couldn't help but say: "I'm tired."

"Huh?" The man raised his hand, his forehead covered with sweat. He held the other person's small white hand against his body and looked down at her: "Do you want me to do it twice as much?"

"..." Kapok immediately changed his mind: "I'm not tired."

"Okay." The man chuckled: "Then continue."

"……"damn thing.

After living in the apartment for a few days, everyone's tense nerves relaxed a little, and their energy gradually recovered, which was much better than when they fled before.

Kapok felt that Wen Shumu had recovered the best among the team. He was like a monster who didn't know what it meant to be tired.

Kapok couldn't help but wonder if he was a zombie. Because zombies don’t know how to get tired.

After hearing her question, Wen Shumu couldn't help but be silent for a few seconds before raising his eyelashes: "If I were really a zombie, I wouldn't be as simple as letting you rest."

"..."

She was silent, and the other party was not in a hurry. He thought about it thoughtfully and then said to himself: "Actually, it would be nice if he was a zombie."

Kapok raised his eyes.

Wen Shumu: "If I bite you, you will turn into a zombie."

"...What do you want to say?"

"This way you won't be tired." Wen Shumu smiled: "If you're not tired, then you can always--"

"Stop, stop, stop." Kapok stopped quickly, and she opened her eyes wide: "Why do you think about things like this every day, can't you think of something else?"