How Long Can Your Snowman Live?

Zhu Zhixi has lived a life of excitement and wonder for 26 years, from Africa to Antarctica, from backpacker to volunteer, always on the move. But one day he woke up to find a life countdown in his palm—[60 days 0 hours 0 minutes 0 seconds] I can only live for sixty days??? A few days later, he was forced to go on a blind date. His match was a boring archaeology professor, a beautiful but expressionless Alpha, colder than a snowman. Zhu Zhixi: “I’m a beta, marrying me is equivalent to sterilization.” Not just sterilization, I’m practically a half-buried corpse at this point, anyone would be a good match, just pack me up and send me to the widower’s camp with a widow mark. And who wants to marry an alpha anyway? Their pheromones are all over the place, and during the susceptible period, they can’t even control their lower halves… Wait, why did the countdown stop? Zhu Zhixi: “Wait a minute, sterilization actually has its advantages…” He grabbed the snowman’s hand tightly, and the countdown stopped again— Zhu Zhixi: Great! It’s a lifeline, I’m saved! After getting married, in order to extend his life, he had to work hard to be affectionate, but gradually found that holding hands and hugging were starting to lose their effectiveness! Zhu Zhixi: It’s over, my husband doesn’t work anymore. To his surprise, his husband, who usually didn’t care about his well-being, took the initiative to help: Could it be that the method is the problem, not the person? Let’s try something different. Zhu Zhixi: Try what? The next day, waking up and ignoring the soreness in his waist, he immediately checked his palm. Fu Rangyi: “Did it work?” Zhu Zhixi: “It stopped, it worked! Thank you, husband! You’re amazing! Ah, I mean, that’s amazing…” (the more he explained, the worse it got) What a clumsy trick, just say you like it. Fu Rangyi touched the back of his neck where he had bitten last night: You’re welcome, use it more if it works, wife. · Fu Rangyi before: Great, he’s a beta, no pheromone interference troubles, and divorce would be easy. Later on: Why is he a beta… why can’t he be marked… He can’t even empathize with his past self from a few months ago. —Mini Theater— On the first snow after their wedding, Zhu Zhixi brought a little snowman home: “I just made it, it’s for you!” Fu Rangyi didn’t take it: “There’s heating at home, how long can your snowman live?” What a meanie! Zhu Zhixi choked back, “It’ll be gone by tomorrow!” He put it on the balcony, and a few days later, when he looked again, the snowman had long since melted, leaving only its withered branch arms. Much later, he, who never cooked, opened the freezer compartment of the refrigerator and was suddenly taken aback. The missing little snowman was actually hidden in a Christmas cake box, its arms replaced by bamboo skewers, and it even had round blueberry eyes. It really… had lived for a long time.