Chapter 94: Feeding the Little Mermaid

Feeding the Little Mermaid

The water ripples, shimmering with a faint watery light. Chaosheng lies on the Shell Bed, holding the White Cold Leaves she gathered, observing them quietly.

It seems she has insomnia tonight; she has been unable to fall asleep.

Changye is like a child raised in indulgence, full of curiosity, constantly pestering Chaosheng with questions.

Fortunately, today was quite exhausting. Once they returned to the cave, Chaosheng casually dismissed him, and he went to sleep.

Chaosheng turns the White Cold Leaves over in her hands absentmindedly, planning to try tomorrow to see if she can make an antidote for the Sixth Tier.

Suddenly, Chaosheng's body stiffens as a cold body wraps around her. Zhuche exhales a damp, sticky breath and says in her ear, "Come with me."

In the blink of an eye, Chaosheng arrives in a patch of black mist.

Chaosheng holds the White Cold Leaves carefully in her hand and looks at Zhuche with slight annoyance, "Are you a thief?"

"Always in the middle of the night, acting just like a thief."

Upon hearing this, Zhuche raises an eyebrow, a hint of roguishness flashing across his bewitching face, "Yes, I am a thief."

"A thief who came specifically to steal you."

Zhuche stands behind Chaosheng, hugging her gently, smelling the fragrance at her nose, and curls his lips into a pleased smile.

"?" Chaosheng blinks helplessly, her gaze drifting into the distance. Her thoughts are tangled, and she doesn't know how effective the antidote she makes tomorrow will be.

Zhuche gazes at her deeply. Seemingly noticing that the female in his arms is distracted, he pinches her slender waist in his palm with dissatisfaction, "What are you thinking about?"

Chaosheng blinks her eyes innocently, her voice clear, "Nothing... I'm not thinking about anything."

"Hmph!" Zhuche lets out a cold snort, considering the matter settled.

He rests his head gently on top of Chaosheng's, feeling the intimate distance between them, and a wave of sweetness washes over his heart, "When do you plan to marry me?"

"What? Can't wait?" Chaosheng's light, shallow voice reveals a hint of teasing. Is he really that desperate to be married off?

Zhuche is slightly stunned, then closes his eyes in compromise, letting out a soft moan from his throat, "Mm."

He really can't wait.

He can't just sit by and watch one Male Beastman after another get ahead of him.

This is clearly the female he set his eyes on at first sight.

"So... when will you marry me?"

His deep voice carries a hint of anticipation and uncertainty; he continues to wait for a definite answer.

Chaosheng is surprised for a moment, not expecting Zhuche to admit it so unhesitatingly.

She thought that with Zhuche's personality, he wouldn't lower himself to say such things.

"In a while."

Zhuche doesn't get the answer he expected; his dark blue snake-like pupils grow cold, and his voice carries a touch of chill, "How long is 'a while'?"

"Or are you planning to keep dragging this out?!"

Zhuche looks at her unhappily, as if looking at a heartless person who seduced him and then abandoned him.

Chaosheng takes hold of the large hands on her waist and loosens them slightly. She turns to face Zhuche's inhuman, gorgeous eyes, "I said, it depends on your performance."

"Have you performed well these past few days?"

The female's lively, clear eyes are open, looking half-smiling, and her bright red, soft lips move, saying nothing but things he doesn't want to hear.

His protruding Adam's apple rolls, carrying burning desire. Zhuche lowers his eyes, his gaze dark and murky, and presses his lips onto the very lips that attract his attention.

"Mmph..."

Chaosheng is startled for a moment by Zhuche's sudden action.

Her deep purple eyes, clear at first, instantly become dazed and dark. The kiss, filled with declarations and possessiveness, makes Chaosheng's whole body go limp.

The mischievous large hands do not stop wandering.

The White Cold Leaves in her hand are gripped tightly by Chaosheng uncontrollably, crushing out a bit of green juice that winds down her fair wrist.

Only when she truly cannot catch her breath does Chaosheng push Zhuche away. Her eyes are unfocused, fixed on mid-air, her lips red and engorged, slightly parted, her breathing unstable.

His snake-like pupils tremble with excitement. Zhuche's hand gently strokes the corner of his mouth, which is curled in triumph, his gaze wandering over the little female inch by inch.

After Chaosheng stabilizes her breathing, he reaches out to tuck her messy, fallen hair behind her ears, his voice carrying a lingering, deep tone, "It's a deal."

"Once you perform well during this time, you must come to marry me."

Thinking of that annoying thing in the little female's home, his dark blue snake-like pupils shrink slightly, "Did you remember?"

"Don't make me wait too long."

Chaosheng looks at the wilted White Cold Leaves in her hand, a flash of annoyance in her eyes, and answers absentmindedly: "I know."

The next morning.

Changye walks in on tiptoe, holding two plump cod, and happens to run into Baini, who is leaning against the wall after having his fill.

?!

After a brief moment of shock, a flash of annoyance crosses Changye's eyes. Why did he have to run into this little tyrant of all people?

Holding the fish that are still jumping and struggling in his hands, he begins to hesitate: should he go in to find the female?

If he goes in, he will inevitably have to pass by this fierce god. When he sees him offering favors to the female, won't he make things difficult for him to death?

But if he doesn't go in...

Changye looks at the cod in his hands, his eyes disappointed and dim. He wants the female to eat the fish he caught himself.

Baini leans lazily against the wall. Hearing the movement, he lazily lifts his eyelids. After catching a glimpse of Changye, he guesses his intention in a second, "Delivering fish to Sheng?"

"Hurry up and go. If you wait, Sheng will think your fish isn't fresh and go catch them herself."

Baini says half-jokingly and half-seriously. Come to think of it, he hasn't been out hunting with Sheng for a long time.

He should find a time to talk to Sheng about it.

At that time, the two of them will go hunting together intimately.

Changye looked up in surprise, his cold, jade-like face full of bewilderment, and he could only blankly say, "Oh, alright, alright."

Until he walked in front of the light gauze, his mind was still in a daze.

Was this really that overbearing little tyrant Baini? He had actually come over so smoothly.

He didn't target him, and didn't even mock or ridicule him?

No, something is not right.

But... Changye pursed his lips in a dilemma; he himself had nothing that could be of interest to him, so why would he do this?!

After thinking for a while, he really couldn't figure it out.

Changye shook his head; forget it, he wouldn't think about it anymore.

Anyway, as long as he doesn't target him, it's a good thing.

He squatted down, looking at the female's quiet and beautiful sleeping face, his heart leaping with joy; the female was so good-looking even when asleep.

"Female Chaosheng, get up and eat fish."

He had originally thought he would have to call for a while before the female would wake up.

Who knew that as soon as his voice fell, Chaosheng's eyelids and eyelashes trembled slightly, and she softly opened her mouth, "Okay."

She heavily touched her dizzy forehead; in fact, she had been awake for a while.

She just felt like she hadn't slept enough and didn't want to get up.

Her slender hand slid down to her eyelids, and she gently rubbed her sleepy eyes twice; after rubbing away some of the drowsiness, she slowly sat up.

Chaosheng smoothed out her hair, which was a bit messy from sleep, looked at Changye, and thanked him indifferently, "Thank you."