He was pushed step by step into a dead end by Lu Feng and wanted to cry again. He didn’t know why this person was so bad and why this person didn’t hesitate to dissect everything. An Zhe himself was like a judge wanting to acquit a prisoner, only for the prisoner on trial to keep stating his crimes. This man had to be tried or sentenced to death. He wanted to make An Zhe hate him.

An Zhe didn’t know why things had reached this point. Obviously, at the beginning, they were just talking about whether the base could survive. The world was so large. Wasn’t it a miracle that Lu Feng fell before him?

Lu Feng said no, all of these things were deliberate and inevitable. But no, it really wasn’t.

“Still…” He raised his arm to Lu Feng and the human fingers slowly changed. The snow-white mycelium climbed Lu Feng’s black uniform and over his epaulettes and silver spikes. Tears continued to fall from An Zhe’s eyes. He couldn’t see Lu Feng’s expression and only knew that Lu Feng’s hands holding him were shaking as they held him tighter.

He knew that Lu Feng must’ve recognized him as the mushroom rolling in the Abyss and his voice choked, “Still, I met you…”

In this broad world, Lu Feng had to go to the Abyss. In such a big Abyss, An Zhe had to roll over the empty plains. They shouldn’t have met. He had never harmed anyone or any animal. He just wanted to raise his spore quietly and didn’t want to be so angry or sad. Why was there a human such as Lu Feng in the world?

This human was holding him so hard as if to kill him. An Zhe leaned back against the bedpost, struggling desperately but his struggle had no effect at all. Even so, he was unwilling to escape as mycelium because he wasn’t willing to show weakness.

He desperately bit Lu Feng’s neck with all his strength. The moment the blood poured into his mouth, An Zhe stopped.

‘What am I doing?’ he thought.

However, he didn’t have a chance anymore. This moment of hesitation was enough for Lu Feng to regain the upper hand. His shoulder was held tightly and his back hit the bedpost as his jaw was forcibly lifted by one hand.

—Lu Feng kissed him.

CHAPTER 67

He kissed so fiercely, so irresistibly, so bloody that An Zhe couldn’t breathe at all. He tilted his head but was pressed back again.

He had just been feeling sorry for Lu Feng but now he was shaking with anger. His mycelium was spreading out, his only instinct to resist as he wanted to strangle this person. However, he entered a trance as a scene appeared before his eyes.