After saying that, Wen Chi slowly turned her head and smiled at the person in front of her.
Focused on proving that she was not a zombie, the girl did not notice that as she gradually turned,
the dagger was also being slowly pulled away from her neck.
The moment Wen Chi turned, she finally saw the man’s true appearance.
Earlier, she had been too busy running to see him clearly.
Now that she looked—
It was absolutely breathtaking.
As someone who cared deeply about appearances, Wen Chi had seen countless handsome men.
But even she had to admit—
This was the most handsome one she had ever seen.
Sharp brows, bright eyes—perfectly natural.
His features were so well-defined they seemed unreal, with a prominent brow bone and a jawline sharper than Wen Chi’s life plans.
What attracted Wen Chi the most was his pair of eyes.
They were beautifully shaped, their contours as sharp as if carved by a blade.
The whites were a cold porcelain shade, while the black pupils were as deep as an endless night.
When he looked at someone, his gaze was flat, devoid of excess emotion—
like a frozen lake in winter. Calm on the surface, yet beneath it lay a chill that could freeze everything.
Even when he looked directly at you, it felt as though there was an invisible wall of ice between you.
He was the epitome of a striking, intense kind of handsome.
But the more beautiful something was, the more dangerous it tended to be—and people were no exception.
Right now, this incredibly handsome man was holding a dagger against the person who had just saved his life.
“Your pupils are pale pink.”
“No human has pale pink pupils. Not even foreigners.”
Jiang Jiming had not missed the flash of amazement in the girl’s eyes when she saw his face. His voice unconsciously softened.
“I was born like this, hahaha~~”
Wen Chi hurriedly explained, afraid that he might suddenly decide to slit her throat.
“Then why don’t the zombies attack you?”
The man’s calm voice sounded again as he watched her with interest, curious about how she would explain.
“That’s because I awakened an ability.”
“Yes—my ability is zombie immunity.”
Wen Chi’s mind worked quickly, and even she admired her own quick thinking after saying it.
“Then what about your teeth?”
Jiang Jiming recalled the moment when she had been panting earlier, revealing two sharp canine teeth—slightly larger and sharper than normal.
Cute. He wanted to touch them.
But his face remained cold as he looked at her.
“I was just born with better development than others. My teeth are a bit bigger, that’s all.”
Wen Chi continued to argue stubbornly.
“But your body temperature is very low. It’s not normal.”
Jiang Jiming held her hand, feeling as if he were touching a block of ice—cool and comfortable.
Wen Chi had only discovered this recently—her body temperature seemed abnormally low.
But she had not paid much attention to it. After all, it meant she did not need air conditioning in the summer.
Quite convenient.
“Well, th-that’s just how my body is—what can I do about it~”
Wen Chi looked at Jiang Jiming and spoke in a slightly coquettish tone, hoping he would let her go.
“Handsome~ you see, I just saved you. Please let me go. I’m really not a zombie.”
“I don’t like eating human flesh.”
Hearing her soft voice, Jiang Jiming’s throat moved slightly.
But he did not want her to hide anything from him.
So he deliberately spoke louder:
“Tell me the truth, or else…”
The dagger in Jiang Jiming’s hand moved closer again.
“N-no, no… I’ll talk!”
Wen Chi said in fear.
“Actually, I’m a half-finished zombie.”
“But I really don’t eat people. Aside from what you just mentioned, I’m no different from humans.”
“Please don’t kill me~”
After hearing the answer he wanted, Jiang Jiming put away the dagger and stood up.
Then he said to the girl who was still sitting on the ground:
“Get up. The floor is cold.”
He extended his hand, clearly asking her to take it.
Wen Chi used his hand to stand up, looking at the man who had gone from wanting to kill her to not killing her.
“You’re not going to kill me anymore?”
“I won’t.”
“You’re a good zombie.”
Jiang Jiming lowered his head and tucked the dagger back into his boot.
The moment he lowered his head, Wen Chi clenched her fist, wanting to teach this ungrateful man a lesson.
But before she could swing it down, Jiang Jiming lifted his head again.
In that split second, Wen Chi’s mind worked fast—her clenched fist turned into an open palm.
With a grin, she said:
“Let’s play rock-paper-scissors.”
“I’ll go first—I choose paper.”
Jiang Jiming smiled slightly and raised his hand in scissors.
“I choose scissors. You lost.”
“Heh…”
“You’re really amazing, huh~”
Wen Chi let out a dry laugh and then sat down on the sofa.
Jiang Jiming sat beside her, watching as the girl casually took off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the couch.
If his guess was correct, this was her residence.
The opened but unfinished snacks, the messy sofa,
and the novels scattered around all indicated that she had been living here for quite some time.
“Let’s introduce ourselves first. My name is Wen Chi. I’m 19.”
“And you?”
Wen Chi turned to look at the man beside her.
“My name is Jiang Jiming.”
After a brief pause, he added,
“I’m 24.”
When Wen Chi heard the name “Jiang Jiming,” she initially thought she had misheard.
But after confirming it, she realized she had not.
The man sitting beside her—
was the infamous mad villain from her previous life—Jiang Jiming.
In her previous life, when Wen Chi stayed at home, she liked listening to the radio.
At that time, there had already been a global power and water outage, and only radios still worked.
Through it, she had learned about Jiang Jiming.
He was extremely powerful, had formed his own ability-user squad, and the members were all ruthless individuals.
They went around killing people and seizing supplies.
They had even killed a leader of the National Army.
They destroyed countless experimental bases and killed many powerful ability users.
Some people even claimed that the zombie virus had been created by Jiang Jiming.
But that had never been proven.
Wen Chi swallowed, steadying her slightly trembling hands.
“Well… this place has one bedroom, one bathroom, a living room, and a kitchen.”
“There’s only one bed. Why don’t you go get another room?”
Wen Chi spoke cautiously, her intention to drive him away unmistakable. She did not want to keep a ticking time bomb by her side.
“No need. I’ll stay here.”
“I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
Jiang Jiming understood her meaning but had no intention of leaving.
He wanted to stay with her.
And she seemed a little afraid of him—especially after hearing his name.
She seemed to know him.
“Fine.”
“You can eat all this food. I’m going to take a shower.”
Wen Chi still remembered how he had wiped out a group of zombies with a single wave of his hand. Under the pressure of his strength, she had no choice but to give in.
“Alright.”
Jiang Jiming watched as the girl took a set of sleepwear from the bedroom and entered the bathroom. He glanced at the snacks around the room and frowned.
He stood up, put all the snacks into a cabinet, and then neatly arranged the girl’s novels to the side.
Walking into the kitchen, he took out a pot from his spatial storage and began cooking.
When Wen Chi came out after her shower, she immediately smelled a rich aroma.
It was the smell of cola chicken wings.
It was the smell of hot pot.
It was the smell of freshly cooked rice.