Chapter 346: The Spoiled Young Master Bound by Vines (10)

Chapter 346: The Spoiled Young Master Bound by Vines (10)

Song Chuyi really didn’t know how to describe the taste in his mouth.

It had the sweetness of an apple, but it was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

More prominent was the earthy, grassy, and slightly metallic taste, and when he bit into it, he could even feel the slimy sensation swirling in his mouth.

Neither the texture nor the taste of this strange fruit could be considered good.

Song Chuyi quietly set down the fruit he had only taken one bite of, thought for a moment, and asked, "Would you like to try it?"

Qi Yuze extended his hand.

Song Chuyi placed the fruit in his hand.

Qi Yuze aimed for the part where Song Chuyi had bitten and took a big bite, completely consuming the portion Song Chuyi had tasted.

As he chewed, his brows slowly knitted, then suddenly smoothed out.

It wasn’t good.

But, his wife was sweet.

Qi Yuze chewed more slowly, his eyes locked unwaveringly on Song Chuyi.

It didn’t seem like he was eating the fruit; it was more like he was eating him.

Song Chuyi, seeing his expression unchanged, arched an eyebrow slightly.

"Do you think it’s delicious?"

"Sweet," Qi Yuze said simply.

Song Chuyi was baffled.

Sweet?

What sweetness?

Qi Yuze’s throat bobbed slightly, and he spoke again.

"My wife is the sweet one."

Song Chuyi chuckled, "So the fruit isn’t sweet?"

Qi Yuze paused thoughtfully for a moment, then nodded.

A dreadful apple.

His long lashes gently lowered, and he withdrew the vine that had been lashing the apple tree, giving up on the idea of consuming it.

Such a foul-tasting fruit, he wouldn’t devour it.

He wanted to find the finest fruit in the world for his wife to eat.

The vines spread across the ground silently scoured for various mutant plants, sending the once tranquil mutant plants hiding in corners into a frenzy.

Some even dove into zombie hordes, attempting to flee from the vines’ relentless pursuit.

Qi Yuze wasn’t about to let them get away. If they ran into the zombie horde, he’d take them all out.

He could absorb the crystal cores from the zombies’ heads, which was just perfect for replenishing his energy.

Tensions were brewing everywhere, but Song Chuyi’s little thatched hut was slowly coming together.

They didn’t need sleep, so once they picked the spot, they got right to work building the house.

Once the hut started to take shape, Song Chuyi suddenly thought of something and turned to Xiao Li, asking, "Xiao Li, do you have any other friends?"

Xiao Li tilted its head.

Friends? Yeah, it had a few.

It was once a pear tree in an orchard, surrounded by many other fruit trees. Back then, they couldn’t move, but birds would scatter seeds around it.

So Xiao Li knew the orchard was full of fruit trees.

After the apocalypse, a lot of the fruit trees had turned into strange, mutated plants.

Xiao Li, with its simple mind, swayed its branches.

Seeing this, Song Chuyi smiled and said, "Why not invite them all over to hang out?"

Xiao Li sneaked a glance at Qi Yuze standing nearby.

Just then, Qi Yuze was busy weaving a vine chair with his tendrils.

The dark green vines looked like they had thorns, and you could easily get pricked if you weren’t careful.

But Qi Yuze seemed totally oblivious, his head lowered, his unnaturally pale face all focus and determination.

Xiao Li inched closer to Song Chuyi.

It swayed its branches, like it was trying to tell Song Chuyi something, and used its softest twig to tap its own branch.

Song Chuyi looked puzzled.

"Xiao Li, why are you hitting yourself?"

Xiao Li’s branches swayed even harder, and it even hid behind Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi seemed to catch on and looked at Qi Yuze.

Qi Yuze was still weaving the vine chair.

He had no idea how to weave a vine chair, even though his branches had secretly gone to a human base to take a look at what one looked like. But actually making one was tougher than he thought.

At that moment, he was fully immersed in the vine chair and didn’t notice the commotion from Xiao Li’s side.

Seeing how focused he was, Song Chuyi didn’t disturb him but instead turned back to Xiao Li and whispered, "He wouldn’t dare do anything to you or your friends."

Xiao Li thought hard for a moment.

Vines = big bad guy.

Sweetness = big good guy.

A good person can control a bad guy, so it's safest for it to stay by Sweetie’s side!

The bullied friends are safe too!

Xiao Li finally understood. It shook its branches and patted its trunk.

It promised to bring the friends over.

Xiao Li quickly went to find its friends.

For safety, Song Chuyi sent Xiao Bo along too.

Moreover, Xiao Bo's fragrance can confuse the enemy, creating illusions that even Gu Mingchen and his team can't resist.

After Xiao Li and Xiao Bo departed, Song Chuyi walked over to Qi Yuze, sat down and poked his shoulder.

Qi Yuze looked up at him, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"My wife?"

His voice was soft, almost inaudible unless you listened carefully.

Song Chuyi rested his face in his hands, smiling.

"They went to find friends. Now it’s just the two of us."

Qi Yuze thought for two seconds, showing a look of sudden realization.

"Do you want to pollinate, wife?"

Vines don’t naturally bloom and bear fruit.

But Qi Yuze knew that humans need pollination.

Although humans call pollination... what?

But it's the same.

The vines gently wrapped around Song Chuyi's ankle. "You need to teach me, wife."

Song Chuyi: ...

"No," he pressed his hand on his shoulder, "We’re not pollinating now."

"Oh," Qi Yuze responded succinctly, the vines gently rubbing against Song Chuyi's ankle, unwilling to let go.

"Then do you want to bloom, wife?"

He changed the question, but it meant the same thing.

Song Chuyi shook his head again, "No no no, let’s do something that humans do."

"Something that humans do?" Qi Yuze put down the vines he was weaving. "Killing zombies?"

He knew that humans enjoy killing zombies. They always go in groups to kill zombies.

His vines spread everywhere, naturally aware of human activities.

There is no difference in his eyes between humans and zombies.

After all, they are all different species.

However, since his wife is human, he can be a bit more lenient towards humans.

For example, not actively killing humans is already a form of tolerance.

Song Chuyi shook his head gently, "Not really."

Qi Yuzhe stopped what he was doing, asking sincerely, "Then what is it?"

The corner of Song Chuyi's mouth curved slightly, and his fingertips slowly climbed up to Qi Yuzhe's shoulder.

Leaning forward, his fingertips paused on Qi Yuzhe's shoulder, then slid down, almost pressing his entire body against Qi Yuzhe.

The vines subconsciously wrapped around Song Chuyi's body, holding him tightly.

Song Chuyi's long lashes trembled, and his lips lightly touched Qi Yuzhe's.

Qi Yuzhe's pupils dilated slightly, and he heard his wife's whisper in his ear.

"A kiss."