"I didn't bring it. Isn't that always with you?" Man Luo said.
"Uh... I shaved yesterday, so I changed clothes, and it seems like I put it with the razor. I thought you'd carry a bottle with you." Lin Mu looked at Man Luo, who gave an exasperated expression, and a slight melancholy rose in their hearts.
"You're something, a grown man—what's wrong with having a beard? Why shave and change clothes for no reason?" Although Man Luo herself forgot to bring a bottle, women apparently love to blame men for everything while being lenient with themselves.
"Oh, so you're saying I look more handsome with a beard!" Lin Mu's vanity immediately surfaced, and he forgot the danger ahead.
"Fine!" Man Luo could not argue with this vain man any longer because the terrifying zombie behind them could pounce and bite them to death at any moment. "But being handsome can't feed you, can it? Is there a use for handsomeness? Handsome men die quickly! Look, that zombie is about to pounce on you!"
