Chapter 113 Influence

"Carl."

"Uh...what's wrong?"

"Why is your body shaking? Why is it that even your words are shaking?"

Karl felt that it was already pretty good that he could still speak in his current situation.

The two were covered with a blanket, but their bodies were still some distance apart and both were wearing clothes.

Carl had his back to Beth. Well, Carl didn't dare to look at Beth in this posture.

Just the slightly warm air flow that brushed across Carl's earlobes and cheeks when Beth spoke made Carl a little panicked.

"I..."

Carl didn't know what went wrong. He shouldn't be so cowardly. He was not a coward!

no!

I shouldn't be so stupid. I can't even speak a word. I'm talking incoherently like a fool.

But there are some things that are beyond one's control. For example, now, Carl's consciousness is very clear, but he has a feeling that he can hardly control his body.

Carl could be sure that his phenylethylamine and norepinephrine were being secreted crazily.

My heart is beating a little fast and I can feel it. The so-called heart pounding is the reaction caused by excessive secretion of norepinephrine.

"That's not like you, Carl," Beth laughed.

"That's true, but it's not something I can control. The hormones in my body are affecting my behavior." Carl said in a tone that tried to be as calm as possible.

"Why are you turning your back to me? The cold air will come in. There's no need to be so nervous." Beth pouted.

"Yeah." Carl turned around, lying flat on his back, and moved his eyes to glance at Beth.

Beth was leaning sideways, her cheeks slightly flushed, with a faint smile on her face, and she seemed relatively calm.

Carl withdrew his gaze. Carl knew that his gaze at this time would affect Beth.

Beth didn't notice Carl's gaze. She adjusted the quilt, pushed down the part between the two of them to prevent the cold air from entering, and then put her head on the pillow to look at Carl's profile.

She looks still very childish, with some baby fat on her cheeks, but overall she is still very cute.

Isn't this just a little brother? Beth couldn't help but smile and asked, "Karl, how did you know it would snow today?"

"Uh..." Carl felt that this question was not an explanation, but at this moment the endorphins in his body finally began to be secreted, calming Carl's mood a little.

But under the influence of dopamine, Carl couldn't help but blurt out, "Because I prayed to the Lord to bless me and my beloved girl for our first Christmas."

"Karl!" Beth had never expected this answer. She was stunned for a moment. After a long while, her face was obviously red, but she still said with all her strength, "Where did you hear that? It sounds like a saying that a seasoned lover would use to coax a girl."

Carl was stunned, not knowing what Beth meant, and was very nervous.

Of course, there is also regret, regret for why I said such stupid words.

When I was with Beth, my behavior and words seemed to be completely out of my control.

"Karl, you don't look like a child, but you are still a child now. You can stop thinking of yourself as a child, but you can't think that others will stop thinking of you as a child."

Beth said suddenly, seemingly quite calm.

Karl was stunned for a moment, then he understood a little, yes.

Various hormones are still being secreted, but this has no effect on Carl. For some things, the answer you get from thinking over and over again is not correct.

It is the flashes of insight, sudden inspiration and realization that count.

Beth asked casually, as if to make small talk and to break the awkward atmosphere, "Karl, what grade were you in?"

"I forgot. Yeah, I really forgot. I didn't lie to you, nor was I perfunctory." Karl seemed much calmer now, with a slight curl of his lips, as he answered.

"How could you forget this?" Beth pouted.

"Beth, what do you think of me?" Carl asked suddenly, turning sideways and looking at Beth.

"Ah? Why are you asking this suddenly?" Beth's eyes were a little vague and she didn't look at Carl.

Carl didn't push and waited for Beth's answer.

After a long time, Beth saw that Karl was still looking at her, so she helplessly laid her head flat on the pillow and sighed, "Hey, Karl, what do you want to ask? I just said it, and I thought you could understand it."

"I understand. I'm just asking casually. I just want to know if you hate me or something like that." Carl has finally regained his usual calm.

"Of course not. If I hated you, why would I allow you to enter my room and lie on my bed? You can't see that, Carl. How have you become so stupid?"

"Yeah." Carl nodded in agreement. He had indeed become stupid, but fortunately it was only in his relationship with Beth.

"Beth, have you ever thought about leaving the farm?" Carl changed the subject.

"Why are you asking this again, Carl? Your questions always make me feel crazy, as if you are asking them on purpose." Beth looked at Carl helplessly.

Karl smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Didn't you say I've become stupid? Now it seems to be true."

"I don't like stupid Carl, so please, be smart." Beth pouted slightly, looking a little dissatisfied.

Carl didn't take it seriously. Well, he knew Beth was just joking. On the contrary, this joke made Carl feel more at ease.

So Carl said, "Beth, you haven't answered my question yet."

"Ah, come on, okay, let me think about it, I certainly thought about leaving the farm before the disaster, but now, I don't want to leave, well, the farm is pretty good."

Beth nodded as she spoke, and seemed to have suddenly come to her senses. She looked at Karl.

"You ask this, do you want to leave?"

After hesitating for a moment, Carl nodded.

"Damn it, Carl, why do you want to leave? Isn't it good here? If you want to leave, in this world, then you may never see me again." Beth said unhappily.

"It's not that I want to, but this place is really not a place to stay for long. I'm lucky to be able to stay here for this long. But I don't want to leave with them. To be precise, I want to take more than just them. I also want to take you and your family with me."

According to the normal trajectory, the farm should have been destroyed by the zombies in the autumn, but it was not. The source of the horrific zombies in the original trajectory was a coincidence.

On the night Rick and Sean had their showdown, the sound of gunfire attracted a migrating horde of zombies.

But the current trajectory has avoided this coincidence, but this does not mean that the farm is safe. The only reason nothing has happened so far is because of good luck.

Or that's a reason Carl thought of, this is a plot gap, so maybe nothing will happen, but it's also possible that anything will happen.

After this, Carl didn't think the farm's good luck would last long.

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