Chapter 36: The Heart Demon
Shen Yuhe actually licked her hand!
What was she doing? Was she crazy, or was Xiang Er crazy?!
Xiang Er’s body went completely limp. Mustering the last of her strength to prevent herself from fainting, her gaze involuntarily fell on Shen Yuhe’s hair.
Shen Yuhe’s long, wet hair now rested on Xiang Er’s wrist.
The owner of that beautiful face, that beautiful hair, that exquisite body, was now bowed, carefully and meticulously, licking the wounds on Xiang Er’s hand.
Her demeanor was serious, focused, as if this were the most important task in the world, devoid of any hint of flirtation.
Shen Yuhe didn’t look up, not at Xiang Er, not to observe her reaction, her attention solely on the wounds.
And Xiang Er… the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth again, her lip bitten until it bled, the action uncontrollable.
Her mind was blank, her body seemingly non-existent, all her senses concentrated on the small area of her arm, no, completely focused on the tip of Shen Yuhe’s tongue, that small, moving point of contact, amplified a million times.
Cold, wet, soft yet firm, a slight friction that drove her almost mad, as if every cell on her skin was being turned inside out.
Or as if someone had placed a handful of cool, clean snow on her wounds.
The burning pain in her arm, buried beneath the snow, soothed by its coolness, quickly subsided.
But the sensation itself was more unbearable than the pain… Xiang Er’s legs went weak, and she had to lean against the wall for support.
The sweet, watery scent in her nostrils mingled with the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. The pain and the wet, tingling sensations were the only things keeping her conscious, her vision blurring, unable to even see who was in front of her.
“Mm… so sweet.”
Shen Yuhe lifted her head and smiled at Xiang Er, a languid, sly smile.
She then, deliberately, provocatively, licked her lips.
Like a fox that had finally stolen a bunch of grapes, her eyes seductive.
Xiang Er barely registered that she had stopped.
The sensations were too intense, even after she stopped, she could still feel the soft tip of Shen Yuhe’s tongue moving across her skin.
After a long moment, she abruptly pulled her arm back, her skin cold and slick. The wind howled outside the window, and she felt a wave of goosebumps ripple across her arm.
She self-consciously pulled her sleeve down, too embarrassed to speak, her mind blank, then finally managed to hand Shen Yuhe her pajamas:
“Here… your pajamas.”
Shen Yuhe took the pajamas, and the next second, Xiang Er regretted it.
Deeply regretted giving her the pajamas! Regretted bringing her home! This was… improper!
Because Shen Yuhe, without hesitation, untied her towel.
Right in front of Xiang Er, her tall, exquisite, radiant body, completely exposed.
Xiang Er didn’t dare look, quickly retreating into her room and slamming the door shut.
It was rude, but she had to survive!
Shen Yuhe’s puzzled voice came from outside:
“Huh? Why did you close the door? I’ll come in after I change.”
Xiang Er immediately went to her closet, rummaging through it, and found a set of clean sheets and a pillow, thankfully purchased in anticipation of guests, and now, she finally had a guest.
A rustling sound came from outside, Shen Yuhe seemingly changing her clothes.
Xiang Er held her breath and listened, a tingling, itchy sensation on her arm, a lingering coldness and wetness. She could no longer feel the wounds, only the lingering sensation of Shen Yuhe’s touch… She was going to lose her mind! Why was Shen Yuhe like this?!
Her mind screamed in silent torment, but her outward expression remained calm as she waited for Shen Yuhe to finish changing.
The doorknob rattled, and Shen Yuhe seemed to chuckle, her laughter like a white dove with wings, pure and innocent, flying through the door, circling Xiang Er’s ear, refusing to leave.
“Little Ears?”
Shen Yuhe’s amused voice called out.
The doorknob rattled, then clicked, the lock disengaging, the door slowly opening, Shen Yuhe’s pale wrist appearing, the blue veins like branches on snow.
As the door opened halfway, Xiang Er quickly pushed the packaged bedding towards her and, her voice trembling, shouted:
“Here are your sheets! You can sleep in the other room! I’m too tired, I’m going to sleep now, good night!”
She caught a glimpse of Shen Yuhe’s surprised expression and quickly slammed the door shut.
Shen Yuhe called out from behind the door:
“Little Ears!”
Her voice soft and slightly reproachful.
Xiang Er leaned against the door, exhaling, then shouted again:
“Good night!”
She pressed her entire body against the door, keeping it firmly shut.
Then, she heard a long sigh from outside:
“Sigh—! Since Little Ears doesn’t like me, I’ll just leave…”
It sounded pitiful, reproachful, lonely… but it was definitely an act!
Even though she knew it was an act, Xiang Er’s heart still ached, a strange softness spreading through her. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out.
Her right hand involuntarily reached out, grasping her left hand, caressing the skin where the wounds had been… caressing the skin Shen Yuhe had touched.
She had been so startled just now, why did Shen Yuhe suddenly lick her hand… It was so unexpected! But was this Shen Yuhe’s way of showing affection?
It seemed quite effective, the swelling and redness had already subsided.
Xiang Er had vaguely heard that saliva had a pain-relieving effect on wounds, and now it seemed to be true… but wouldn’t it cause an infection?
There was no more sound from outside.
Xiang Er exhaled and turned around, her gaze falling on the storage box on her desk, its contents a dark, indistinguishable mass.
Xiang Er:
“…”
She had been so shocked that she had completely forgotten about the little thing.
What should she do now?
What about this thing?
Xiang Er couldn’t think of a good solution, mainly because she didn’t know where to dispose of a piece of a Evil God, was there a special department for that?
If there wasn’t… would she have to keep it?
As a pet? As a souvenir of her time living with a Evil God?
The thought sent shivers down her spine. How could she possibly keep this thing? She would just throw it away in the morning, box and all.
The most pressing issue now was sleep. She had to get up early tomorrow, and she had to talk to Shen Yuhe, set some ground rules, tell her that if she was going to live here, she couldn’t walk around naked in the common areas, and she absolutely couldn’t lick her roommate!
Otherwise, her heart rate would be dangerously high all the time!
For the sake of her normal life, she had to control Shen Yuhe’s behavior!
Xiang Er looked at the box. The red eye inside was half-closed, as if sleepy, tilted at an odd angle in the corner.
But seeing Xiang Er, it blinked, then opened wide, using its tentacles to prop itself up, its entire body pressed against the lid, staring at her.
As if it had endless energy and interest as long as it could see her.
Xiang Er’s heart softened slightly.
She asked:
“Can you go home by yourself? Back to Akhe’s main body?”
She hoped it would say yes, so she could just open the box and leave it by the garbage bins in the morning.
Unfortunately, it didn’t do as she wished. Xiang Er watched as its eyelid drooped, and it fell from the lid with a “plop,” back into the black slime, seemingly dejected.
It seemed to be telling her that it couldn’t do that, it wouldn’t work, and it was upset about it.
Xiang Er frowned. She understood. She never thought there would be a day when she could understand the unspoken message conveyed by a small monster’s actions.
She could only say:
“Then… rest.”
The small eyeball obediently crawled to a corner of the box, several thin tentacles pulling a piece of black slime over its round body, as if it were also, like a human, covering itself with a blanket.
Xiang Er found this both amusing and a little sad. Even the little monster was resting, but she… was wide awake.
So much had happened tonight.
Her world had been turned upside down, she had encountered a remnant of Akhe, she had dealt with Shen Yuhe’s overly intimate and boundary-crossing behavior, and she had to be careful not to reveal anything… Life was so hard!
Xiang Er suddenly remembered that the master bedroom was still covered in dust, it hadn’t been cleaned at all, and someone as refined as Shen Yuhe clearly wouldn’t do housework, she had to help!
She used this excuse to convince herself, she was just going to help clean, she wouldn’t do anything else, she wouldn’t say much, she would just clean and then come back to sleep!
But her heart pounded in her chest.
She had just seen Shen Yuhe, yet she already missed her, wanted to see her again… She could see her again…
Her heart racing, Xiang Er opened her door.
Meanwhile, in the master bedroom.
Shen Yuhe stood in the center of the room, the packaged bedding floating in mid-air, hundreds of tentacles extending from beneath her pajamas.
The tentacles were busy, some wiping the tables and cabinets with rags, some sweeping the floor with brooms, some making the bed.
Shen Yuhe, in the center of all the activity, stood motionless, her face expressionless, like a hollow doll, devoid of life, just a silent clothes rack for the tentacles.
When Xiang Er wasn’t around, Shen Yuhe never showed any emotion. No other human was worth the effort.
There were so many tentacles that the task, which would normally take an hour, was completed in ten minutes. The room was almost clean.
Several tentacles were clinging to the guest room door, eavesdropping, yearning to be closer to Xiang Er, just a little closer…
Suddenly, the door opened.
A few tentacles, having lost their grip, fell to the floor, their tips raised in confusion, then quickly retracted.
Xiang Er stepped out, her slender, pale figure casting a long shadow on the floor. She walked towards the master bedroom without hesitation, hearing a strange sound from inside, like… something soft and fleshy hitting the floor.
For a moment, Xiang Er thought of Akhe’s thick tentacles. Sometimes, when those heavy tentacles bumped into something, they made a similar sound.
Xiang Er shook her head and chuckled, thinking she was being paranoid, then peered into the old master bedroom.
Shen Yuhe stood in the center of the room, wearing Xiang Er’s blue, cartoon-patterned coral fleece pajamas, her back to Xiang Er, the hem of her pajamas strangely lifting and falling, as if something had just slithered inside.
Xiang Er, looking at the almost spotless room, asked in surprise:
“You’ve finished cleaning already?”
Shen Yuhe slowly turned around. Her hair was still slightly damp, a genuine smile on her face, as she said:
“What? Have you changed your mind, decided to sleep with me after all?”
Xiang Er, who had been about to ask more questions, blushed crimson at her words:
“No, that’s not what I meant… I just meant, you cleaned this room so quickly, I didn’t know you were so good at housework.”
Shen Yuhe’s smile was innocent, her eyes bright as stars, her lips curving seductively:
“Yes, I told you, I’m very clean, very suitable to be what you humans call… a wife.”
Xiang Er:
“…?!”
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