At this moment, Lu Feng glanced at his mycelium. The white mycelium was still stained with blood from where he had been bitten by An Zhe just now. It turned out that this little mushroom would be very fierce when angry. The blood was disappearing bit by bit as it was absorbed by the mycelium.

An Zhe also looked there. He suddenly declared, “You will die.”

Lu Feng gripped his fingers and asked, “Why?”

“I’m growing in you.” An Zhe was expressionless. I’m eating your blood, your internal organs, your flesh and I’m growing on your bones.”

Lu Feng’s other hand slowly clasped An Zhe’s wrist, fingertips scratching the white skin and leaving a light red mark, much like the white mushroom leaking juices after being broken in the rain. He whispered, “Do you know what you’re talking about?”

An Zhe shook his head, his throat frozen and his eyes full of tears. He looked up at the green moldy wall and the twisted chandelier. The walls had been torn by the wind and the rain came in, along with the whine of the wind. He thought that he didn’t know how to define his emotions but if he wanted to stay with Lu Feng, there was really no way. he stared at the sky beyond his reach.

Lu Feng told him, “You’re crying again.”

An Zhe turned back to look at Lu Feng. At this angle, he needed to slightly raise his head. In this way, they watched each other. It was unsure why but looking at Lu Feng, An Zhe laughed. His lips were slightly red and his beautiful eyes were covered with water marks.

Thus, Lu Feng also smiled. He held An Zhe’s face and muttered, “…So silly.”

An Zhe just stared at him. After a long time, he opened his mouth. “Will the base come to pick you up?”

“Yes.”

An Zhe didn’t speak and Lu Feng wondered, “Do you like the base?”

The moment he heard the word ‘base’, the pain of electrocution spread all over An Zhe’s body again. He shivered physiologically and buried himself in Lu Feng’s arms again. Lu Feng hugged him while gently patting his back. “I’m sorry.”

An Zhe shook his head. It wasn’t until three minutes later that An Zhe moved again. He looked up at Lu Feng and held hands with him tightly.

He seemed to be waiting for something, Lu Feng thought. He had an idea and did it. Lu Feng leaned down slightly and kissed An Zhe again.

There were no intense actions and no resistance. It was a deep, quiet kiss.