AITAMITB Chapter 104

Although the room was small in the lounge, it had everything needed. It wasn’t much different from an ordinary one-bedroom apartment. Shen Zhifei even prepared a change of clothes here, but all the clothes were in her size. When worn by Zhao Xiaokui, the clothes that originally fit perfectly seemed small, especially the tight-fitting undergarments hugging Zhao Xiaokui’s slender waist, outlining the shape of her abdominal muscles.

Shen Zhifei glanced at her, her ears slightly tinged with red. She turned away, avoiding eye contact.

However, Zhao Xiaokui approached, grabbing her hand and placing it on her abdomen. “Zhifei, don’t you want to touch it? Don’t you like my body? I really like your body, like it a lot…”

Shen Zhifei, irritated and embarrassed, said, “Stop talking nonsense. Hurry up and prepare to leave; the secretary will be coming soon.”

Zhao Xiaokui frowned, looking pitiful, and said, “President Shen, I’ve finally got a day off to come home. Don’t you want me to spend the whole day with you in the office?”

Shen Zhifei opened her hand, which was causing trouble on Zhao Xiaokui’s body, adjusted the clothes that had been messed up, and glared at her. “Even if you want a day off, we need to tidy up before we can leave.”

Zhao Xiaokui, hearing movement and conversation outside, knew that people had started coming to Shen Entertainment to work. She stopped bothering Shen Zhifei, quickly changed her clothes, and prepared to freshen up before going home. She wanted to share the gains from her visit to the deep-sea ruins with Shen Zhifei.

Watching Shen Zhifei applying lipstick in front of the mirror, Zhao Xiaokui leaned against the door and teased, “Zhifei, I also want to put on lipstick.”

Shen Zhifei held the lipstick and said, “Then come over, and I’ll apply it for you.”

She raised the lipstick, ready to apply the color to Zhao Xiaokui’s lips. However, Zhao Xiaokui hugged her waist, and as her face got closer, the hand holding the lipstick almost hit Zhao Xiaokui’s face, startling Shen Zhifei. She exclaimed, “What are you doing?”

“Putting on lipstick,” Zhao Xiaokui lowered her head, covering Shen Zhifei’s lips with hers, carefully applying the color for a moment. Then she pursed her lips and asked Shen Zhifei, “How did I do? Is the color even?”

Shen Zhifei’s face turned crimson, staring at her, but her eyes held a watery glow. The expression didn’t make her intimidating at all; instead, it made Zhao Xiaokui even more eager to kiss her. Shen Zhifei, being teased by her, had no choice but to turn away, blushing, and said, “Well done, well done. Now, go out.”

Taking advantage, Zhao Xiaokui touched her waist, withdrew her hand, and continued waiting beside her.

Employees of Shen’s Entertainment were surprised to see Zhao Xiaokui and Shen Zhifei coming out of the office together. Someone whispered, “Did anyone see when President Shen and Miss Xiaokui came to the company?”

“No,” the person being asked was also confused. “I was the first one here today. Besides the cleaning lady, I didn’t see anyone.”

The secretary, receiving notice of the boss’s leave, nodded without changing her expression. She said, “President Shen, rest assured, if there’s anything urgent, I will inform you immediately.”

Shen Zhifei nodded, “Thank you.”

With that, she pulled Zhao Xiaokui towards the executive elevator. The secretary looked up and saw Zhao Xiaokui leaning close to Shen Zhifei, reaching out to embrace her waist. However, Shen Zhifei promptly pushed her hand away.

“I was wrong. I know I was wrong.”

“Where did you go wrong?”

“I shouldn’t have teased you. It’s my fault…”

The secretary, who had only eaten an apple for dieting, suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed.

…

Regarding the deep-sea ruins, Zhao Xiaokui naturally spared no details when talking to Shen Zhifei.

The golden fish scales were handed over to the country because, at the moment, they served as the only token, aside from Zhao Xiaokui herself, that could freely enter and exit the mermaid king’s palace. As for the escaped cult members, their whereabouts had not been found yet. However, based on the official exploration range, the discovered area of the deep-sea ruins might exceed their imagination. The cult members who hadn’t been found were likely to have escaped the mermaid king’s palace and hidden somewhere else.

Zhao Xiaokui also informed Shen Zhifei about the matter of reborn.

This startled Shen Zhifei, but Zhao Xiaokui nonchalantly held her hand, saying, “Thanks to you, Zhifei. If it weren’t for the dream you had, I might not even be aware that someone was trying to replace me.”

Shen Zhifei, however, was frightened by her words, breaking out in a cold sweat. Just the thought that the person she spent every day with could silently transform into someone else left her face pale. Overwhelmed with fear, she, with red eyes, slapped Zhao Xiaokui’s hand and scolded, “Idiot! How can you be so careless and thoughtless!”

Zhao Xiaokui didn’t mind the slap; she grabbed Shen Zhifei’s hand and placed it on her face. Looking into her eyes, her amber-colored gaze sparkled like a spring, and she said, “You can’t blame me for being careless. My consciousness was already distorted when I touched that statue. So, thanks to you, Zhifei. I’m happy that you exist in this world, preventing me from losing myself.”

“The school of destiny once said, walking in the river of fate, the most crucial thing for every traveler is to find their anchor. As long as there is an anchor, one will never be lost. Zhifei, thank you for being my anchor.”

Under her gentle and focused gaze, Shen Zhifei’s fair skin blushed slightly. She bit her lip, unaware of how captivating her red lips looked when moistened. The person with amber eyes, now transformed back into a dark golden hue, approached with a predatory glint in their eyes, capturing her lips.

Savoring the taste.

When Shen Zhifei’s body became too tired to endure, Zhao Xiaokui even invaded her consciousness during moments of weakness.

This was an extremely private place. In the transcendent world, even between parents and children, there were rare moments of openness. However, between Zhao Xiaokui and Shen Zhifei, neither felt the need to guard against the other. They didn’t think there was any secret that the other couldn’t see. So, Zhao Xiaokui effortlessly delved into Shen Zhifei’s consciousness, finding the sleeping Shen Zhifei inside and awakening her with sensations stronger than those on the physical level.

Shen Zhifei couldn’t stop crying, her lips turned pale from being bitten. Zhao Xiaokui comforted her, “Be good. I like hearing your voice. Don’t suppress yourself, Zhifei, Zhifei…”

The consequence of indulgence was that Shen Zhifei couldn’t get out of bed for the whole day.

On the sofa in the living room, the office desk in the study, the bathtub in the bathroom… Shen Zhifei had no idea how many places Zhao Xiaokui had moved her to while she was asleep. When she woke up and saw the date on her phone, there was a feeling of temporal dislocation, as if she had directly traveled from the day before yesterday to today.

She couldn’t remember what she had done yesterday.

Zhao Xiaokui came in with a bowl of congee. As soon as she pushed the door open, a cushion flew towards her. She skillfully caught it and held up the bowl, saying, “Zhifei, it looks like you’ve recovered well. I think you must be hungry. I made purple sweet potato congee. How’s my cooking?”

Shen Zhifei stared at her, eyes slightly reddened. She imagined herself having a stern and intimidating expression, but after a night of unrestrained revelry, she felt like a blooming begonia. Even with a stern face and glaring eyes, there was an indescribable charm.

Zhao Xiaokui’s fingertips moved slightly, and in the blink of an eye, pointed ears and scales emerged. Her long nails clasped the delicate porcelain bowl. The bowl emitting fine white steam, filled with purple sweet potato congee, presented an appearance of tranquility in her dark golden eyes. Yet, it seemed like the calm before the storm. Shen Zhifei shivered inexplicably, grabbing the quilt to pull it up, covering her mottled body.

Blushing, she stammered, “Put down the congee, you go out. I want to take a bath.”

Zhao Xiaokui whispered, “Can’t I help you wash?”

Shen Zhifei bit her lip, watching Zhao Xiaokui’s gaze fall on her lips, and quickly let go.

As if she would let her help wash! That would be like a lamb entering the tiger’s den, willingly sending the prepared meat into the wolf’s mouth!

She wasn’t a fool. In Zhao Xiaokui’s regretful and feigned pitiful eyes, Shen Zhifei resolutely shook her head.

Being deceived once was naive; twice would be foolish. In the few remaining memories she had, every time she pleaded and cried to stop, Zhao Xiaokui would use this expression to deceive her into changing her mind.

“Get out!”

Zhao Xiaokui didn’t bother her anymore, knowing that Shen Zhifei’s body had reached its limit. She placed the congee on the bedside and obediently retreated, closing the bedroom door. With a click, she slowly exhaled, gradually retracting the extraordinary form that had covered her body.

Restraint was harder than indulgence. No wonder the books said that if a merfolk fell into a mating season, it was better not to have a significant hierarchy difference with their lover, as it could easily bring harm to each other. Zhao Xiaokui’s advancement process didn’t devour too many souls; she considered herself to be a rational type. However, when desire took over, she almost lost control several times. Terrifying thoughts even emerged in her mind, wanting to tear Shen Zhifei apart and devour her.

Thinking of those thoughts that had crossed her mind, she couldn’t help but say, “What a savage race…”

Suddenly, she had a bit of understanding of why in the natural world, some species tended to kill each other after mating.

Zhao Xiaokui certainly wouldn’t tell Shen Zhifei about those fleeting dark thoughts. She went downstairs, entered the kitchen, pressed the pause button on the tablet, and continued studying the recipes inside. Before her were various ingredients meticulously prepared.

“Add a small amount of salt and seasonings…”

Shen Zhifei, having finished her hygiene routine. She dried her hair, put on clothes, and with slightly weakened legs, walked downstairs.

Despite her earlier scolding, when she saw the busy figure in the kitchen, she walked over and embraced Zhao Xiaokui’s waist.

Zhao Xiaokui turned her head, exchanging a lingering kiss with her.

…

“Olivia’s River of Destiny has dried up.” In the darkness, a voice suddenly sounded.

Another voice asked, “Who killed her? Could it be that her astral projection was discovered by the world consciousness?”

“Fog has risen; someone has obscured the track of the River of Destiny.”

“I’m about to be born; I’ll be waiting for you in the new world.”

“Goodbye, old friend, see you in the new world.”

…

Europe.

In the forest, where the sunlight never reached, stood a dark and damp castle covered with climbing roses.

In a closed room, the tightly sealed coffin suddenly slid open, and a pale hand reached out, grabbing the edge of the coffin.

Sitting up was a handsome and beautiful young man with black hair. His skin was very fair, resembling freshly applied lime. The dark eyes were deep, like mist, gazing into the endless void. As he looked, he suddenly chuckled.

Two sharp fangs emerged from his lips, pressing against the redness of his lips, creating a pale contrast.

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