Chapter 2520: Non-human: Xiao Chen's Amnesia After 11

Liang Yanzhe's ankle was shattered by shards, pierced, and in an instant was wrapped in black mist, tightly entwined.

He was completely trapped in this damp, cold mist, his vision blurred, breathing difficult.

His lips were forced open, mist seeping into his mouth; without needing to swallow, a stream of icy water poured straight in.

His Adam's apple was forced to roll rapidly, trying to accept this sudden gift.

But the incoming water was too swift and voluminous, far exceeding his swallowing speed; the cold water spilled from the corners of his mouth, soaking the front of his shirt and leaving a stain.

His lips were wet from water and mist, glistening.

Jin Chen looked at the scene before him, finding his wife especially beautiful, and felt an urge to bully her more, to make her show even more varied expressions.

Several tendrils of mist extended at once, encircling Liang Yanzhe's waist and chest, holding him in place.

And the influx of water did not cease in the slightest.

"No… cough cough…"

Liang Yanzhe squeezed out a broken sound of resistance.

His throat to his stomach were filled with this excessive, rushed icy water, causing pain and bloating; tears were forced out, staining the corners of his eyes a faint red.

He instinctively struggled backward to evade, but this only let the monster's mist penetrate deeper, nearly reaching the depths of his throat.

The intense foreign sensation and feeling of suffocation made him want to retch, yet he could not control his body deriving pleasure from the pain.

These two extreme sensations tore at Liang Yanzhe, plunging him into an unprecedented chaos.

He didn't know what to do, only able to let out feeble whimpers in vain.

This scene was eerie, yet because of his present vulnerability, dampness and haze, it displayed a strange beauty.

In a daze, Liang Yanzhe's lingering reason and will to survive made him realize that obvious resistance would only provoke the monster's stronger urge to dominate.

He with difficulty ceased pushing away, his trembling fingers grasping a tendril wrapped around his waist; his voice sounded like the breath of a drowning person, broken and intermittent, with a pitiful tremor.

"Enough… enough… really…"

Jin Chen reluctantly slowed the flow of water, the mist retreating from his mouth.

Inadvertently brushing his upper jaw, it provoked another shuddering spasm.

Liang Yanzhe gasped heavily, his body going limp, almost entirely supported by the cold fridge behind him and the tendrils coiled around his waist.

He felt his stomach forcibly filled with too much icy water, vaguely bloated, even somewhat heavy with pain.

Jin Chen noticed Liang Yanzhe's abdominal muscles inexplicably slightly bulged, curiously placing his hand over them and pressing lightly.

"Cough cough…"

Liang Yanzhe, stimulated by that light press, turned his head and involuntarily spat out a large mouthful of clear water.

His vision blurred and scattered, tears dampening his lashes; with utter bewilderment, as if unable to grasp the situation, even somewhat dazed, he gazed vacantly at the black mist enveloping him.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +5, total 15!】

Jin Chen stared blankly.

Immediately after, the black mist wound more tightly around him, nearly enveloping Liang Yanzhe entirely.

The extremely gentle mist tendrils lightly brushed Liang Yanzhe's damp cheeks, leaving a cool, tender sensation, like a soundless kiss.

"How pitiful," Jin Chen's heart filled with pity and deeper infatuation.

"Wife, you are so beautiful."

Liang Yanzhe gradually came to, instinctively lowering his gaze to the ground.

The shards of the glass bottle that had just shattered had vanished without trace, even the water stains were dry and clean, and the ankle that had been cut by the shards was whole again.

The black mist that caused the incident now appeared unusually docile, affectionately and closely clinging to him, slowly rubbing, emitting a soothing agarwood scent.

——

Night.

Liang Yanzhe finished washing up, put on his pajamas, leaned against the headboard reading an industry report on his tablet for a while, but ultimately could not resist fatigue, turned off the light and lay down.

Outside the bedroom door it was also quiet.

After a while, a wisp of black mist so faint it was almost invisible carefully slipped in through the gap beneath the door.

It hesitated in the darkness, spreading, eventually lingering at the bedside, coalescing into a vague outline, looking innocent and wronged; after a while it slowly withdrew.

Jin Chen didn't quite understand.

He just wanted to give his wife water; why did he break the rules again?

Human bodies are clearly fragile and need hydration; wouldn't using tendrils to give water be faster and more direct?

Although… it seemed he ended up going a bit too deep, making his wife choke until tears came, her face flushed red, and she was very angry.

He couldn't figure it out.

But his wife had indeed looked fierce at the time, and to ensure she could still drink blood smoothly tomorrow, Jin Chen decided to behave himself for a while.

So he really waited outside for a good while.

Using his nonhuman perception, he carefully listened to the sounds inside the bedroom until the breathing became even and prolonged, confirming Liang Yanzhe had fallen into deep sleep.

The Jin Chen guarding by the door became active again.

The thick, dense black mist smoothly passed through the door crack, entered the bedroom soundlessly, and spread to the bedside.

The mist climbed onto the bed edge, seeped into the soft quilt, and enveloped the sleeping person.

He gently wrapped around Liang Yanzhe's waist and arms, like an embrace.

Several finer tendrils of mist extended, nimbly parting the pajamas to slip inside, adhering to the warm skin, and burrowed in contentedly.

In his sleep, Liang Yanzhe seemed to sense something, unconsciously furrowing his brow.

Next morning, his biological clock woke Liang Yanzhe on time.

He opened his eyes, feeling the familiar sensation of mist coiled around his chest and waist, somewhat accustomed to it.

He expressionlessly lifted his hand, pulled out the icy mist that had seeped into his pajamas, lifted the quilt, and got out of bed.

Jin Chen slowly condensed behind him, as if still wanting to follow.

"I'm going to the company today." Liang Yanzhe walked into the bathroom, squeezing toothpaste as he said, "You're not allowed to follow me; don't break the rules again."

As his words fell, the black mist darted up to his face and stuck to the bathroom doorframe.

"No, I'm going!"

【Right, you must go, otherwise the mission is doomed!】 Ling Gun Gun urged.

Liang Yanzhe kept brushing his teeth, watching through the mirror the restless black mist.

"I want to protect my wife's safety," Jin Chen declared righteously, "Many humans are dangerous; even going to work is dangerous!"

He had read the plot outline of the swamp, knowing his wife's work environment was not safe at all.

Liang Yanzhe rinsed his mouth, wiped his face clean, and said in a flat tone, "No need, the company is very safe. Stay at home."

"I disagree," the mist spread through the bathroom, seeming somewhat agitated, "I'm going."

Liang Yanzhe furrowed his brows.

He couldn't imagine what scene it would be to bring such a lawless, do-as-one-pleases non-human monster to the company.

Jin Chen fundamentally doesn't understand human rules and boundaries; any sudden whim could cause disastrous consequences, severely affecting his work condition.

"No." Liang Yanzhe walked out of the bathroom, attitude firm.

That puff of spreading mist wilted, slowly drifting onto the living room sofa and shrinking into a small ball.

Motionless, it looked a bit dimmer.

Liang Yanzhe finished changing into his suit and tying his tie; upon looking up, he saw the mist still maintaining that posture, curled up in the sofa corner.

It unexpectedly gave off an abandoned-like pitiful grievance.

Liang Yanzhe: "……"

He felt he was probably going crazy.

He actually could see this grievance emotion from the shapeless black mist.