[Quick Transmigration] The Clingy Spirit of the Blackened Male Supporting Character - Chapter 42

Mu Chengfeng felt dizzy for a while. After adapting to the bright overhead lights, he stared in surprise at his intact wounds. Even he, who was usually composed, widened his eyes in disbelief.

After being bitten by a zombie, how could he still be unharmed?

How was that possible?!

He remembered clearly that he had been in agony earlier, but why was nothing wrong now?

Suddenly, he sensed a warm presence nearby and turned his head cautiously.

The noisy group of people in the room had all left, and only one person remained in the corner—a slender young man.

He was crouched against the wall, sleeping soundly, with soft black hair casting a shadow over his face. He was fair and handsome, not very old, with slightly parted crimson lips. He looked harmless and gentle, and somewhat cute.

Mu Chengfeng squinted his eyes, his gaze deepening.

He recognized this person. He was the pretty boy from the team, who was as skinny as a plucked chicken. Although he knew him, he didn’t have a strong impression.

Everyone else had left, so why was this person still here?

After being backstabbed by a group of people, Mu Chengfeng realized that no one could be trusted. Only he could rely on himself. The darkness in his eyes deepened, swirling with dark emotions.

He observed Luo Ning, who was sleeping soundly. He even raised a hand to scratch his face in his sleep, leaving red marks on his fair skin.

Seeing Luo Ning’s peaceful sleeping face suddenly made Mu Chengfeng feel a surge of annoyance. What was the meaning of this pretty boy staying here? Did his survival have anything to do with him?

Mu Chengfeng slowly raised his hand and touched the slender fair neck in front of him. His palm gradually closed around it. That neck looked very fragile, and this person seemed to pose no threat to him.

At this moment, Mu Chengfeng felt a kind of gloomy brutality in his heart. His eyes were filled with coldness, but soon this brutality was suppressed by a sense of relief from surviving the death.

His fingers moved slightly, losing their strength, and he touched warm skin.

Luo Ning felt uncomfortable under such an intense gaze, as if a wild beast were lying beside him. He suddenly regained consciousness and retreated like a startled small animal.

He met a pair of sharp, deep eyes, which seemed to hide a whirlpool within, capable of easily drawing anyone in.

Luo Ning’s heart began to race. He bit his lip, realizing something, his face brightening with joy as he cheerfully said, “You’re awake.”

Mu Chengfeng frowned. Previously, he thought this pretty boy was useless and had no presence, but now he realized that the pretty boy had quite a nice appearance, initially just delicate.

But when those enchanting peach blossom eyes opened, it was as if a small hook was tugging at his heartstrings, making him come alive and radiant.

He coldly withdrew his hand and asked, “What are you doing here?”

Luo Ning wasn’t intimidated by his cold aura. He blinked his sleepy eyes, his hair falling softly, his face small and delicate, looking a bit innocent. He spoke softly, “I didn’t leave with them, I wanted to stay.”

Mu Chengfeng was even more confused, his expression questioning. He had nearly turned into a zombie and everyone fled in haste, so how could anyone have the courage to stay?

Luo Ning continued, “Brother Mu, you once gave me bread. I don’t want to leave. I want to be with you. Besides, the people in the team look down on me, so I don’t need to force myself to fit in.”

His eyes were clear, and he spoke sincerely.

Mu Chengfeng’s pupils widened slightly, his fingers twitching in surprise. He was surprised for a moment but still didn’t fully believe it.

He didn’t trust others’ goodwill. This person was acting like he wouldn’t abandon him, which was highly suspicious. But then Mu Chengfeng thought about how Luo Ning had managed to sleep peacefully beside him when he was about to turn into a zombie, and his feelings became complicated.