Apocalypse: The White Moonlight Became a Possessive Mad Dog

On their way back to the dormitory, Su Han and Shen Chengyin were constantly being screamed at in Su Han's mind.

You two are crazy!

They actually dared to stay! Aren't they afraid Cheng Yibin will really attack them?! Who can guarantee that no one witnessed what happened tonight?

While stroking the system's fur, Su Han pulled Shen Chengyin towards the dormitory.

Cheng Yibin, of course, couldn't find any fault with them.

He and Li Tiangan, one blocking the door and the other going in to kill, didn't even spare a fly.

"If you're this reckless again, you can forget about this mission! You idiot, if Shen Chengyin dies, at worst it's just... mission failure! But if you die, you're really dead. You can't go back to the real world, you know that?!"

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Are you just giving me the runaround? You're just giving me the runaround, aren't you?!

After parting ways with Li Tiangan, the two returned to their dormitory, washed up, and rested.

At three in the morning, Shen Chengyin opened his eyes.

Using the faint light seeping in from the window, he glanced at the sleeping figure beside him. Then, he flipped his hand, revealing a crystal-clear intermediate-level zombie core in his palm.

The crystal core rapidly dissipated in his hand. In just over ten seconds, the intermediate-level crystal core, which would take an ordinary ability user several months to absorb, was completely devoured by him.

Su Han turned over, her breathing remained steady, and she showed no signs of waking up.

Shen Chengyin took out the medicine he had collected from the research institute from his spatial storage. Several glass tubes of different colors were laid out in his palm, the small print on the labels blurred in the dim light.

He glanced at it, pulled out a syringe, selected three, and inserted them into veins without blinking.

The cold liquid slowly seeped into his limbs and bones along with his blood, and his mind began to feel dizzy.

He knew he had made the right bet.

Immediately afterwards, a needle-like pain pierced the depths of my consciousness—

Psychotropic drugs that trigger all negative emotions in a short period of time, accompanied by excruciating pain.

The torment was so severe that even after awakening his psychic abilities, he still suffered from serious aftereffects, never being able to enter deep sleep and forever trapped in nightmares.

The familiar pain gradually spread.

Shen Chengyin sat on the bed, his eyes quickly turning red from the pain.

He took a deep breath without even frowning.

His gaze greedily traversed Su Han's cheeks, down the bridge of her nose, across her lips and chin, finally settling on her half-hidden Adam's apple.

Gradually, even the pain inside the head seemed to be ignored.

His breathing became heavier, his vision blurred with pain, and a tingling, numbing pain shot through his fingertips.

It hurts.

Unforgettable.

In his memory, this pain followed him for the rest of his life.

Shen Chengyin closed his eyes, letting his thoughts wander. He knew that before long, the pain would overwhelm his consciousness, and he would be like a drunkard, not knowing what he was doing.

He's like a madman.

Reason told him that he should leave while he was still relatively sober and find a place where no one knew him to spend his weakened state.

But his body wouldn't listen to reason.

He wanted to stay here, to stay by Su Han's side.

If Su Han was scared away by him, he would catch her, tie her to himself, and take her wherever he went.

Thinking of this, Shen Chengyin's previously stagnant heart was filled with a renewed sense of excitement.

He ran, hoping Su Han would escape.

That way he could legitimately bring him back.

Nobody knew.

The pain gradually affected his hearing. Shen Chengyin kept his eyes closed and did not respond when Su Han called his name several times.

Finally, Su Han raised her hand and patted his shoulder before the man reacted and slowly opened his eyes.

The light was dim, and Su Han couldn't see the bloodshot in the man's eyes, so she didn't notice Shen Chengyin's abnormality.

"What's wrong... can't sleep?" Su Han yawned, feeling sleepy.

Shen Chengyin was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, but he gritted his teeth and groaned.

The last syllable of that sound trembled, and Su Han thought Shen Chengyin had just woken up, so she raised her hand and ruffled his hair.

His hands were a little cold as he rubbed the man's hot hair roots, turning the man's short hair into a mess.

"Is it because of Zhao Yue?" Su Han guessed. "Because Zhao Yue is dead?"

Shen Chengyin sighed inwardly.

"no."

The power went out at night, and Su Han couldn't find a light, so she could only light a candle in the dark and place it on the windowsill.

The dim, yellowish light flickered and danced with the candlelight, making it difficult to see clearly.

Since the male protagonist can't sleep, why not chat with him?

Su Han also got out of bed. The apocalypse is not like the peaceful times. No one dares to sleep naked, and he was no exception.

He straightened his crooked shirt and looked up to see Shen Chengyin's profile.

The man's face was half hidden in shadow, leaving only the other half illuminated by the candlelight. He had long eyelashes and a high nose bridge—the kind of face that only appears in novels and comics, the kind of face blessed by the gods.

Even though it wasn't the first time she'd been bombarded by beauty filters, Su Han still couldn't help but think to herself, "So handsome."

"You have a mole on the bridge of your nose. It is said that a mole on the bridge of the nose indicates good health and longevity."

Shen Chengyin did not answer.

A dull ache in my head came in waves.

He was indeed healthy and long-lived, but he lived a life of suffering.

No one will remember his name; when they mention it, they will only spit, loathe, and curse him.

Shen Chengyin, why didn't you die sooner?

Shen Chengyin didn't answer, and Su Han didn't know what to say either. He thought for a moment, then took the man's hand.

"I also have moles, here's one."

Su Han took Shen Chengyin's hand and touched the back of her right hand.

There is a small, light brown mole near the wrist bone.

"There's one here."

He then took Shen Chengyin's hand and touched a black mole on the inside of his right arm.

Fingers with calluses gently brushed against the skin.

Shen Chengyin had a terrible headache, as if his brain had been shattered, but his hands were trembling terribly.

"There's one here." Su Han pointed to her chin, this time without bringing Shen Chengyin's hand over to touch it.

He felt something was off.

Shen Chengyin took the initiative to reach out and touch it.

The boy was thin, with a very prominent jawline.

Shen Chengyin's breathing became heavy.

Very heavy.

"Ah, there's one here and one here."

Su Han then pointed to the light brown spots on her fair skin below her collarbone.

Her skin glowed with a honey-like color under the dim yellow light.

The boy raised his hand and lifted his clothes.

Su Han also has a mole on her side, in a perfect spot that she can pinch with one hand.

He was white, as white as a rabbit, or like the glaze of smooth porcelain.

Shen Chengyin's throat was dry.

His head hurts a lot, it still hurts a lot.

The tearing pain made the man's vision go numb.

Nobody knows that he's in so much pain he's practically dying.

He's about to die.

The man slowly stepped forward, his Adam's apple bobbing, his dark eyes fixed intently on Su Han's movements.

I want to kiss you.

I want to kiss those moles.

I want to kiss it, I want to hold its skin with my teeth.

Oh shit.

Going crazy.