My Evil God Girlfriend (gl) 38

Chapter 38: The Elevator

Outside the guest room door, Shen Yuhe stood tall and elegant, her hand on the doorknob, slowly turning it, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Her movements were deliberate, giving the person inside ample time to react.

Her figure was hidden in the shadows, her silhouette on the door, like a patch of black slime, slowly shifting.

A breeze from the balcony across the hall ruffled her long hair and the hem of her fiery red dress. This morning, she had deliberately chosen the red dress she had worn before, the one hanging on the balcony, wearing nothing underneath.

She pushed open the door, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly, her gaze immediately falling on Xiang Er’s… arm.

As if she knew everything.

Xiang Er sat on the bed, wearing her pajamas, her hands and arms hidden beneath the quilt, her face flushed, her hair disheveled, her eyes glistening as she looked at Shen Yuhe.

The quilt was slightly raised. Shen Yuhe glanced at it, and Xiang Er, her back stiffening with tension, quickly spoke, her voice hoarse:

“You… you’re not going to work today? I… I seem to have overslept, my alarm didn’t go off…”

Shen Yuhe’s gaze, which had been wandering around the room, finally focused on Xiang Er’s face, a look of genuine concern in her eyes as she stepped closer and asked:

“Are you sure you’re okay? Why… is your face so red?”

Xiang Er shook her head, trying to smile, but her teeth chattered with nervousness. She whispered:

“I’m fine. Why are you wearing that dress today? Aren’t you cold?”

Shen Yuhe seemed pleased, turning around and twirling, showing off the flowing skirt:

“Does it look good?”

Xiang Er nodded, her teeth still chattering slightly, her nervousness making her speechless.

Shen Yuhe finished twirling and looked towards Xiang Er’s desk, where the storage box, filled with black slime, sat.

Xiang Er’s heart pounded with anxiety.

The eyeball on her arm was wriggling slightly beneath the quilt. She pressed it down with her other hand, silently praying that Little Fish wouldn’t see the black slime, hoping that, like everyone else, she wouldn’t see anything…

But… Shen Yuhe’s eyes widened in surprise, and she said:

“What’s in that box? It looks so dirty!”

Xiang Er’s heart sank, a startling realization hitting her: Shen Yuhe could see the Evil God’s remnants!

Besides Li Wan, this was the second ordinary human she had encountered who could see these things!

Xiang Er, stunned, remained silent.

Shen Yuhe continued, as if talking to herself:

“We should throw that box away later… Little Ears, get up, don’t you have to go to work?”

Xiang Er didn’t answer. Shen Yuhe waved her hand, her smile bright and alluring:

“Hurry up and get up, I’ll wait for you.”

Her skirt, like red butterfly wings, fluttered as she left the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

Xiang Er watched the door slowly close, a strange feeling in her heart. She pulled back the covers, and the small eyeball on her arm lifted its eyelid, looking at her with apparent indifference, seemingly unaware of what had just happened, only interested in clinging to her arm.

But Xiang Er was in shock.

She had confirmation now. She wasn’t the only one in the world who could see the Evil God!

Did this mean she finally had a companion, someone with the same ability?

However, Shen Yuhe didn’t seem to know much, she hadn’t even recognized the black slime, she probably hadn’t seen Akhe.

Xiang Er’s excitement quickly faded, and she sighed, turning her attention back to the small eyeball on her arm. She couldn’t possibly go to work with this thing attached to her, could she?

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As they rode the subway together, arriving at the entrance of the industrial park, Xiang Er’s feelings were a tangled mess.

Shen Yuhe occasionally spoke to her, and Xiang Er always replied, but her replies were… brief, just “oh” or “mm-hmm,” and she avoided eye contact.

Xiang Er wore a loose, long-sleeved sweater. Her left hand constantly pressed against her right wrist, her gaze fixed on the ground, as if studying the path, but in reality, she was constantly checking her wrist.

She didn’t know if Shen Yuhe had noticed, but in her current situation, she couldn’t care less—she had a piece of a Evil God attached to her wrist!

She had tried everything at home, but she couldn’t get it off. The small eyeball seemed to have fused to her skin. Soap, water, even a lighter and a small knife, nothing worked!

And when she tried to remove it, the eyeball would make noises, like a rubber toy, “squeak, squeak,” blinking at her, as if trying to act cute.

But the eyeball, covered in slime and tentacles, wasn’t exactly endearing, and Xiang Er, her heart unmoved, continued trying every method she could think of, then realized… unless she cut off her hand, she wouldn’t be able to get rid of this thing.

She also had to avoid Shen Yuhe’s gaze and get to work. She had no choice but to wear a sweater with tight cuffs, completely concealing the eyeball, then put on a long-sleeved jacket over it.

Shen Yuhe didn’t seem to notice her sleeve, but as soon as they left the apartment, Xiang Er regretted it. She was going to a crowded subway, what if this thing caused trouble, wouldn’t she be responsible?

Unfortunately, she had no other choice. Fortunately, the small eyeball remained quiet, not moving or making any suspicious noises, not attracting any attention.

Xiang Er, constantly hiding and dodging, finally breathed a sigh of relief when they reached the elevator in the office building, her right hand relaxing.

Shen Yuhe looked at her, her expression unreadable, and Xiang Er, not daring to meet her gaze, just said:

“Your company is just downstairs from mine. We’re almost there.”

Shen Yuhe’s voice was low:

“I’ll come find you after work.”

Xiang Er instinctively wanted to nod, but she also wanted to get rid of the small eyeball on her wrist before then. After a moment of thought, she said:

“I might have something to do after work today. You don’t have to come find me, I can go home by myself…”

Just then, the elevator reached Shen Yuhe’s floor, the doors opening with a “ding.”

Shen Yuhe’s tall shadow fell on the floor, motionless.

Xiang Er looked at her, puzzled, finally meeting her gaze for the first time that day:

“What’s wrong?”

Shen Yuhe’s face was breathtakingly beautiful. Xiang Er could tell she wasn’t wearing any makeup, but even without it, her skin was flawlessly smooth, a delicate blush like spring flowers reflected in water, her eyes bright as stars, her lips full and deep red, like a classic oil painting brought to life.

Her expression was neutral, seemingly emotionless, but her eyes were dark and deep, like a swirling abyss.

She spoke slowly, each word deliberate:

“I. Will. Come. Find. You.”

An intense, possessive tone.

Xiang Er froze slightly, and just then, several people approached the elevator, colleagues from Shen Yuhe’s company.

Seeing Shen Yuhe, they immediately bowed respectfully, their voices humble, yet with a strange, almost religious fervor:

“Good day, CEO Shen!”

“Good afternoon, CEO Shen!”

“CEO Shen, we’ve been working hard today!”

“Yes, CEO Shen, we’re very obedient!”

They remained bowed, even without a response, their expressions not the usual respect shown to a CEO, but more like the devotion of believers to a deity. They resembled devout followers, repenting before a divine statue, awaiting forgiveness and redemption.

But the deity they awaited didn’t respond.

Because this deity was also waiting, for a human’s reply.

Xiang Er felt a strange tension, looking at the people in front of her, then at Shen Yuhe’s intense gaze, unsure of the situation.

She said tentatively:

“But I might have something to do after work…”

Shen Yuhe’s voice was firm and brooked no argument as she stepped closer, closing the distance between them.

“You’re not allowed to have anything to do. You’re only allowed to wait for me. Do you understand?”

Xiang Er was cornered against the wall.

The eyeball on her wrist suddenly moved, its tentacles flailing, as if trying to climb up her arm.

Her arm, beneath the sweater, itched and tingled, countless tiny tentacles sliding across her skin, warmed by her body heat, even the black slime seemed to have thinned, flowing down her elbow…

Xiang Er’s voice, surprisingly shrill, rose in panic:

“Wait… you need to leave… this isn’t appropriate…”

This wasn’t appropriate, those people outside could see them! And the slime on her arm was about to drip down, Shen Yuhe would definitely see it!

No, this couldn’t happen, Xiang Er desperately pushed Shen Yuhe’s shoulder with her left hand, saying urgently:

“Get out, we’ll talk outside…”

But Shen Yuhe reached out and easily caught her flailing left hand.

One by one, she folded Xiang Er’s fingers into her palm, forming a fist, then enclosed the fist in her own hand, her fingers tightly wrapped around it.

She lifted their joined hands and, without warning, gently kissed the back of Xiang Er’s hand.

The posture, one person dominating the other, should have been intimidating, but the kiss was gentle, like a tender caress of a precious rose, infinitely affectionate.

Her lips, cool and soft, delicate as sea salt foam on milk tea, a fleeting touch, the fragrance lingering.

Xiang Er’s fingers twitched and curled involuntarily.

Overwhelmed by the unexpected gesture, she almost wanted to cry, the itching and discomfort of the slime forgotten, only Shen Yuhe’s beautiful face, and that gentle kiss, remaining in her mind.

And the immeasurable tenderness hidden within that kiss.

Shen Yuhe’s lips, having just kissed her hand, moved closer to Xiang Er’s face, her voice husky and alluring:

“If you don’t wait, I’ll kill you.”

Then, she abruptly released Xiang Er’s hand, her face cold, and strode out of the elevator.

The moment she turned away, a drop of black slime dripped onto the floor, a thin, red tentacle, dangling from Xiang Er’s wrist, slipping out from beneath her sleeve.

The elevator doors, as if on cue, closed, and the elevator began to ascend.

Xiang Er froze for a second, then quickly tucked the tentacle back into her sleeve. Then, her left hand, as if moving on its own, lifted to her lips, the skin on the back of her hand, where Shen Yuhe had kissed it, belatedly starting to burn.

A burning heat, releasing a sweet fragrance that filled her nostrils, entering her bloodstream, carrying endless, ambiguous imaginings, spreading through her body, converging in her heart, forming a single name: Little Fish.

Her Little Fish, the one who would kiss her, possess her, her one and only Little Fish.

Xiang Er secretly kissed the back of her own hand.