Chapter 150: CH 150

Humans are social animals, beings that like to group up, but the more there are, the easier it is to get into disputes and infighting. However, the smaller the group, the more an inexplicable fear would begin to grow among them.

Even though Pei Ran was on the same level as trash in Zhou Cang Ming’s eyes, it did mean that with him and Feng Tang leaving, this would break their small group up.

Zhou Cang Ming coldly watched as Pei Ran packed up. His eyes then switched over to Qu Yan beside him, and the expression in his eyes turned colder and colder, more and more ruthless. When Qu Yan noticed this, his lips twitched, as if to smile, but also as if he did not. He slowly backed up, leaning his skinny, weak body against Pei Ran. With his head lowered and not speaking a word, he did look a bit pitiful—-

He seemed to be quite happy playing these kinds of games.

When Pei Ran finished packing up his bag, he holstered it up onto his back. Then, upon seeing this scene, he reached out to push Qu Yan behind him, blocking that frightening stare. He thought that Zhou Cang Ming’s pair of eyes, glasses and all, were not that big but his glower was quite top notch.

“If you can’t stay here, then head south. There might be a survivor base.”

When Pei Ran said these words, he was looking at Zhi Zhi and his tone sounded as if he didn’t care what everyone else’s reactions were. He then pulled Qu Yan with him to head out of this dark warehouse that obscured the sun.

When they reached the light outside, Pei Ran realized that the red sun had faded away, and the now grey sky looked gloomy and depressing, as if signalling an incoming onslaught of harsh rain and stormy weather. However, a very bright sun was hooked up on the sky, shining down bright and piercing rays, soundlessly baking the earth.

This kind of color and weather was not a good sign; the more one was living under it, the more agitated they would feel. But compared to the blood red skies from days previous, it was already much, much better.

Fuck.

Pei Ran thought, the zombies had probably already completed their evolution.

Away from the dark and gloomy corner he used to reside in, Qu Yan’s facade seemed to be slowly dropping off. He lifted his head, his eyes taking in the scenery outside before him inch by inch. His pale white fingers slowly pushed back his bangs, clearly revealing a pair of pure black eyes. 

With a hoarse voice and a tone that sounded a bit lazy and slow, he asked, 

“How are we going to leave?”

Pei Ran was not a sensitive person. It could even be said that he doesn’t pay attention to the details, so he did not sense any change in Qu Yan. Seeing no zombies nearby, he pulled Qu Yan over towards an empty building and explained,

“There’s a car over here with the gas tank quite full.”

Just as he said, there was a silver sports car parked quietly behind the empty building. Even though there was a heavy layer of dust sitting on top, it could clearly be seen that it must have been an expensive model before the apocalypse descended.

Qu Yan slightly lifted his eyebrows, 

“How do you know the tank is full?”

Pei Ran grabbed a key out of his bag as if he was a magician. He grinned, extremely pleased with himself, 

“Because this is my car!”

When the apocalypse began, he and Feng Tang were driving this car. But when they hid in the storage warehouse, this car was left sitting here eating dust, never used once afterwards. Pei Ran had kept the key hidden in the deepest compartment of his bag so it was quite easy to find it.

He didn’t get into the car but, instead, went over to the passenger side and opened the door. 

A complete gentleman, he said to Qu Yan,

“Please.”

When Pei Ran was willing to treat someone well, no one could find any fault in him. When Qu Yan was getting into the car, Pei Ran was even super gentlemanly and held a hand over the other’s head. It was only after he saw Qu Yan sit down did he go to the driver’s seat and start the car.

One of Qu Yan’s fingers began to lightly tap his knee. Qu Yan tilted his head and silently leaned against the car seat as his eyes scanned over Pei Ran’s face. He said, 

“How long until we reach the southern base?”

Pei Ran turned the car onto the highway as he responded, 

“Not sure. If it goes smoothly, a few days, but if it doesn’t, then can’t say.”

“Are you hungry? Come, come, come. Eat something.”

Pei Ran pulled out a bag of red date cakes1 that were close to expiring, and then ripped it open, passing it over to Qu Yan. He also opened a small box of milk, 

“Drink up, so you can grow.”

He was quite detailed in his doting, even poking the straw in for him, like a parent taking care of their own child.

Qu Yan stared at him, not moving, 

“You’re not eating?”

Pei Ran said, 

“Eat up. My biological clock is all over the place, so I don’t generally eat when normal people do.”

Qu Yan didn’t ask anything else after that and ate what he was given. But after eating the red date cake, he did not take a sip of the milk.

Seeing this, Pei Ran grabbed a bottle of water and passed it to him, 

“If you don’t like to drink milk, then have some water.”

It was not that he didn’t like drinking milk, but he could recall a time when someone had poured ink into a milk box, shoving it down his throat, so he had no such appetite for it.

Qu Yan accepted the water. His hand was so very skinny, so white as it slowly opened the blue cap and revealed a very good looking wrist, with a clear bone structure that looked so long and beautiful.

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Pei Ran did not have a hand fetish, but for whatever reason, he kept looking, entranced. After Qu Yan finished drinking, he couldn’t help himself but lightly hold onto Qu Yan’s wrist. It was as he imagined, extremely small and delicate, and his fingers also couldn’t help but rub the other’s wrist over and over.

His actions carried an air of flirtatiousness with it. Qu Yan paused, and when he lifted his head, he could see Pei Ran staring at him the entire time. His pair of gentle eyes, a pair of eyes that was like the summer night sky, so dark and calming, so much so that the more you looked, it could suck people into its trance.

Qu Yan didn’t retract his wrist and threw the bottle of water aside instead. He then leaned over, slowly getting closer to Pei Ran and imperceptibly examined him. The tone in his voice made it a bit hard to tell whether he was being sincere or asking out of a simple minded innocence, 

“Why do you have to hold onto my hand?”

As if he was back in control, having regained his mastery in the art of love and relationships, Pei Ran smiled fakely and said 

“Young child, have you never been in love before when you were in school?”

Qu Yan tilted his head and lightly asked him, 

“And?”

This young man, his aura overly gloomy and mysterious, forever not allowing other people to understand, much like a poison that would draw blood and make you unable to talk. Pei Ran could see none of this, and he somehow wanted to get closer to Qu Yan, wanting to drink a poison to quench his thirst thinking that it was only water.

Pei Ran stared at his entire face, where one side was so elegantly defined versus the other side which was quite horrifying. There was such a dichotomy that somehow seemed to fit so well together, 

“Has anyone tried to chase you before?”

Qu Yan said, 

“No.”

Pei Ran felt quite good after hearing that and he smiled with his eyes closed, 

“Then can I chase after you?”

He has said this numerous times since middle school; like bread and butter, it was habit. To Pei Ran, just feeling even a hint of like towards someone could be enough to cause him to publicly chase after them. If they fit together, then they’ll be together; if they were not, they’ll split up. There wasn’t much to it.

But he did not know, there were some people that, once gotten, he would never be able to get rid of in this lifetime.

“Does it hurt?”

Motherfucker, if he knew who did this, he’ll call at least 200 of his brothers, each with a blade in hand, to stab that fucking sb2 until they cried for their mommy or daddy.

Qu Yan pressed his body flush against Pei Ran and reached out to hold onto Pei Ran’s neck. He then whispered, 

“Kiss here. If you kiss it, it won’t hurt anymore.”

With these kinds of things, Pei Ran had absolute control. He reversed the hold, flipping them around so that Qu Yan was lying beneath him. From high above he scanned over the other and then obediently followed his request, kissing each of those scars. His tongue lightly licked each one, wet but bringing in a warmth.

Qu Yan moaned, his eyes dazed. His fingers grasped Pei Ran’s shoulders tightly and he hoarsely said, 

“Come kiss me…… quick…… kiss me……”

In the back of his mind, Pei Ran realized that Qu Yan may, possibly, have a bit of a mental issue.

Seeing him not move, Qu Yan’s eyes darkened. He suddenly rose up, viciously biting down onto Pei Ran’s earlobe.

Pei Ran: Pain pain pain!

He widened his eyes, a bit unable to believe what just happened. He felt a bit wronged, but Qu Yan did not look like he would loosen up his hold on his earlobe. Qu Yan’s voice had a sickly but icy tone, 

“Do you think I’m ugly?”

He could still remember that Pei Ran had overtly and discretely said he was ugly.

Pei Ran did not understand why the obedient and innocent Qu Yan could suddenly turn so vicious and he hastily said, 

“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! I don’t think you’re ugly, so let go quick, let go!”

Qu Yan let go of his throbbing red ear. He lowered his eyes, hoarsely saying, 

“Kiss me.”

Pei Ran thought that Qu Yan most probably had low self esteem. Even though he was such a warm and handsome gentleman, it was normal to feel some pressure. With one hand held against his ear, he leaned over and kissed Qu Yan.

First it was the lips, and then it was the already scabbed wound on his face. Pei Ran did not think it was grotesque and like a dragonfly touching water, he kissed it all.

Qu Yan was subconsciously melting into a puddle. He hugged onto Pei Ran tight, as if a ripened fruit wanting to be picked, and lightly licked the earlobe he had just bitten down on. He was gentle and dainty, bringing on a suffocating closeness.

Pei Ran held onto Qu Yan as he kissed him all over, kissed him until their tongues were numb and they were out of breath. He let the other sit on his legs and while he did not reprimand him, he did quietly and gently say, 

“Don’t just randomly bite people next time.”

A layer of water was covering Qu Yan’s eyes, a sign of his desire. He held onto Pei Ran tightly, leaning against his embrace and sinking into this new and curious experience, unable to pull himself out. His eyelids were too lazy to even lift up at Pei Ran’s words and he lazily acknowledged, 

“Mhmm……”

His voice was husky and so seductive, the sound of it reverberating over and over in Pei Ran’s ear, arousing the other and forcing him to tighten up his muscles.

The more Pei Ran thought about it, the more he believed that he and Qu Yan were truly made for each other. In the future, one of them can kill zombies while the other can dig up the orbs. They were a pair of perfectly matched partners.

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