The Male Lead Pinched Me To Death

The faint smell of disinfectant stung your nose, a stark contrast to the usual stench of decay and despair that permeated the air in this apocalyptic world. You sat on a worn sofa, the rough fabric scratching against your skin, a constant reminder that this wasn't your reality. Outside, the distorted moans of zombies were a chilling soundtrack to your predicament.
You were Su Ruan Ruan, a character in a sick novel, and you knew how this story ended for you: brutally murdered by the man sitting beside you, the gentle-faced Lu Shiming, the reborn male lead you had betrayed.
Your heart pounded, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. You had tried to die, swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills, only for him to reveal they were fake, made of flour. He had even laughed, his beautiful eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that sent shivers down your spine. You just wanted it to be over.
