The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

As midnight approached, the cold air from the ground began to rise straight up. It was as cold as melting glaciers, so cold that people's teeth were chattering. Everyone huddled together to keep warm, and thick quilts were wrapped around them layer by layer.

A little dumpling in the corner was trembling even more violently, his lips were bruised and their color had changed due to the cold.

Shi Han had just changed from the sentry position, strode over, and was carried into his arms.

Driving powers can raise your body's body temperature.

The sleeping person seems to feel the warmth and clings to it eagerly. The frost on the eyelashes turns into water and flows down, making it look like she shed tears.

He mumbled "Ahan Ahan, I miss you so much..."

He knew clearly that the young man had recognized the wrong person, but Shi Han's heart trembled as he followed the low call.

It was as if he was the boy's boyfriend.

It was as if he had really been in love with the boy.

They met and fell in love with each other, watching shooting stars together, walking together, lying on the big bed together and doing the things they loved...

The man lowered his eyes, his face expressionless with inexplicable jealousy.

No one knew what kind of turmoil was in his heart when his eyes first hit those black and white eyes.

Everything in front of him became blurry, except for the young man standing in front of him. He was dirty, and his exposed skin was so dirty that his original appearance could not be seen.

Her round eyes looked over timidly.

At that moment, Shi Han's breathing stopped for a beat, and an extremely comfortable tremor came from deep in his soul.

It was as if the boy was born to be his.

Shi Han called this wonderful feeling love at first sight.

Every time he saw a young man grieving over his dead boyfriend, his heart ached. It didn't matter if he had a boyfriend, they were all dead anyway.

Shi Han hoped that the young man could look forward, and he also longed for his own figure to be reflected in those clean eyes.

The man in his arms has fallen asleep comfortably, with a sweet smile still hanging on his lips.

The man suppressed his inner desire and reluctantly kissed the woman's forehead.

Look at me, Xiaojiu.

I will love you more than him.

……

Song Jiu had never slept so peacefully before. He stretched out and saw thick dark circles under the eyes of others, and asked them what was wrong.

They replied that it was too cold last night, and it was like sleeping in an ice cellar. They finally fell asleep and kept having nightmares.

Everyone is tired to some degree or another.

Yeah?

He slept soundly last night. Song Jiu touched his nose and thought it would be better not to ask any more questions.

After hastily filling their stomachs, the group of people started on their way again. As long as they passed the highway and passed through a big city, they would arrive at the southern base.

The sky is always gray, the vast land recedes quickly through the car window, and vultures hover in the air, suddenly diving into the rotting corpses and eating happily.

In the face of disaster, human beings are so insignificant.

There was no place to rest on the side of the highway, so the group had to build a fire under a big tree to rest temporarily.

"Sorry, I don't have enough energy. Just eat it." Shu Huanpi said with a smile.

Song Jiu lowered his eyes and looked at the cold and hard steamed bun in his hand.

Feeling confused.

Is he... being targeted?

Shu Huan's fire power level was too low, and he was mainly responsible for making fires and cooking for the team, but every time it was Song Jiu's turn, he always said that his energy was exhausted.

Even when the captain and deputy Zhao are not in the team.

Song Jiu has been eating cold steamed buns for several days in a row.

No matter how slow his reaction was, he realized that the handsome boy was deliberately targeting him, but in his memory he had not offended anyone.

Song Jiu never thought about exposing the boy's true face in front of everyone. He clearly knew how much he weighed and that he was just a useless ordinary person.

No matter how bad he is, he is still a person with super powers. He is busy making meals for the team every day and has made a lot of contributions.

But he can do nothing but cause trouble to others.

In fact, the steamed buns are not very hard, and eating them in small bites will not hurt your throat, at least you won't starve.

Song Jiu didn't think he was very squeamish.

But he just felt so wronged.

That man was never willing to let him suffer a little bit. He would hold it in his hand for fear of dropping it and hold it in his mouth for fear of it melting.

Unknowingly, Song Jiu had been pampered and turned into the coquettish person he is now.

As he picked up the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth bit by bit, he shed tears, and the water droplets fell down like beans, suppressing his crying.

No, he has to be strong. Why cry? Without that man to love him, it will be useless if he cries blindly.

Tears only work for those who love him and care about him.

The young man hugged his knees, crying silently, his back showing a bit of helplessness.

This is what Shihan saw when he came back from patrol.

Star eyes darkened.

Still can't forget it?

There was always blood but no tears in the army. Shi Han didn't know how to comfort the boy, and said a little stiffly: "Stop crying. The end of the world is so cruel. I know the pain of losing family members, but people need to look forward."

In the darkness, his usually cold face softened a little.

His big hands ran along the young man's back, comforting him.

Song Jiu didn't speak, just chewed the cold steamed buns.

The tears flowed even more.

She bit her lip tightly with her white teeth to prevent any tears from escaping.

What Brother Shi said makes sense.

In the face of apocalyptic natural disasters, surviving humans should have the hope of survival and unite as one to resist this catastrophe.

However, Song Jiu is not from this world.

He is here for the purpose of the mission.

Now the mission target is dead, that is, his lover is dead.

Song Jiu was so confused, not knowing where he was going or what he was going to do.

When Shi Han walked in, he realized that the steamed buns the boy ate were hard.

Frowning, he didn't say anything at that time.

The next day, everyone was gathered together, and his determined eyes swept over everyone's faces one by one.

He said in a deep voice: "If I remember correctly, did I say that we must unite and not form small groups or target individuals?"

The words didn't mention anyone by name, but Shu Huan felt that he was the one talking about it.

"Next time, let me know if someone is targeting someone and they will be kicked out of the team directly."

After saying that, he glanced at someone in the crowd with a cold gaze.

The fleeting glance made Shu Huan's face turn pale, and he reached out to touch his pretty face.

My thinking is a bit crazy.

It would be great if he had Song Jiu's face, so that he could get special care from Brother Shi.

Jealousy fermented and bubbled in Shu Huan's heart.