Chapter 21 I Don't Like You

At first, Ling Qiu subconsciously thought the monster was comforting her.

But when those tentacles tightened and made it harder for her to breathe, alarm bells went off in Ling Qiu's mind.

No, how could a monster know how to comfort people?

He wanted to kill her!

However, her hands were already tightly bound without her realizing it, so she couldn't reach the electric knife in her pocket. She could only open her mouth as wide as she could and bite hard on the nearest tentacle.

It has a soft and chewy texture when you first bite into it, and it actually tastes pretty good.

The monster was bitten by her, and as if electrocuted, it instantly retracted all its tentacles.

Ling Qiu then stared at Him: "What do you want to do?"

Even if His ultimate goal was to kill her, wouldn't it be a bit too hasty to do it in the elevator under the current circumstances?

Has it finally succumbed to its ferocity? A perverted monster.

Anbot choked up, and his expression was surprisingly puzzled.

After a long pause, He shook his head: "I don't know."

He paused, then said, "I don't like you making that face."

Ling Qiu: "..."

Thanks to Him, she suddenly felt less sad.

Back home, Ling Qiu ordered a new batch of nutrient solution, which tasted better and was of higher quality than the previous one, and could be consumed at room temperature.

After placing the order, she opened her Hilink account to see if there were any orders she could accept. To her surprise, she received a message from someone as soon as she opened it.

It was sent by someone unexpected, Li Jiale.

Ling Qiu opened the chat window, which contained only one sentence: "This isn't the first time something like this has happened."

Ling Qiu paused for a moment. What kind of incident? Was it the incident where Li Jiale was assaulted? This was clearly not the first time such an incident had occurred.

She stared at the words for a moment, then suddenly realized that Li Jiale might not have been talking about the violation he had suffered, but rather about the company and government officials arbitrarily modifying and deleting the chip's memory.

Chips have been deeply rooted in people's lives for more than a decade and are now indispensable.

At first, the idea of ​​providing convenience to people's lives entered people's lives, and then gradually, everything in life required the support of chips.

Consumers need chips, communications need chips, and mobile devices need chips. People's daily lives—clothing, food, housing, and transportation—are all inseparable from chips.

Before anyone even realized it, chips had already forcefully invaded people's lives and become indispensable.

Everyone subconsciously felt that chips were safe.

But what if the chip's origin is actually manipulated by someone?

Your entire life, all your actions, and every word you utter are being secretly monitored.

Someone kills your family right in front of you, but then the chips your family members carry show that they died in an accident.

The seeds of doubt that had been sown long ago by the Li Jiale incident were now fermenting wildly, making Ling Qiu feel suffocated.

Her mind began to uncontrollably recall that summer when she was seven years old, when someone suddenly broke into her home, took her away after she had been waiting for her parents all night, and brought her to the hospital.

They told her that among all the deceased employees, her parents were the only ones who might have survived. However, in order to prevent the explosion from spreading to the surrounding area, Ms. Ling Baihe and Mr. Ling Mo pulled down the protective device inside the Huanyu Company building at the last minute, successfully confining the unexpected explosion to the company building.

Her parents died heroically, protecting those around them.

To celebrate this feat, they publicly demonstrated Ling Baihe's chip recordings before her death. Ling Qiu stood outside the building, staring at the huge fluorescent screen, and at all the millions of strangers watching her parents die.

She watched her parents pull down the protective gear, watched her father shield her mother with his own body, which is why everyone else's chips were blown to pieces, but her mother's chip survived.

This is the truth, they told her.

They pitied her, they shed tears, they gave her a settlement fee, and then never inquired about her life again.

For more than a decade, Ling Qiu has lived with this memory: her parents were heroes who died in a disaster, sacrificing her to protect more strangers.

She watched the entire chip manufacturing process but didn't see this phenomenon.

Ah, maybe she was deleted before she was even recorded?

She couldn't understand why her mother would suddenly delete her.

Over the past decade or so, she has thought more than once, if only she hadn't bought that popsicle, if only she had gotten to their workplace faster, if only she could have died with them...

Why did Mom suddenly ask her to go home at that time?

There was only an ice cream cake in the refrigerator. They could have gone to a restaurant to eat first and then enjoyed the cake at home, couldn't they?

Isn't that how it is?!

Did her parents really die in an accident?

Ling Qiu's icy gaze involuntarily fell on Anbote, who was busy in the kitchen.

She remembered every word the monster had ever said.

He said that He could take her back to the past and let her see what she wanted to see.

Ling Qiu wanted to know, just how long ago was this past? Could one still see something from more than a decade ago?

The monster has suddenly become useful.

Ling Qiu had no interest in taking any more orders. She stared at Anbote's back and walked over step by step.

Before the monster could turn around, she gently wrapped her arms around its waist.

"What are you doing, my dear?" Ling Qiu asked gently.

Ling Qiu, who had taken the initiative to approach, caught a whiff of sweetness.

She glanced into the pot that Ambert was fiddling with; it was dark and she couldn't tell what was inside.

“Brown sugar ginger tea,” He said, “is said to be beneficial for menstrual cramps.”

After all, His interference could only prevent her from feeling pain, but that didn't mean that thing didn't exist.

Ling Qiu was stunned for a moment. She looked up at Anbote, at His calm face, at the way He was making brown sugar ginger tea. Was this also part of His plan? Did He intend to move her to tears and make her willingly sacrifice herself for Him?

Ling Qiu was so surprised that she couldn't help but ask, "Where do you live, taking care of the bride is a required course? Anbot, who taught you how to cook this?"

"Can't you just find tutorials online?" He replied, though her previous question had stumped Him.

What is the bride for? He doesn't actually know.

All He knew was that one day, it suddenly became fashionable for the ancient gods in their region to find themselves human brides.

A well-known example is the successor of Cthulhu, who not only found a human bride but also had a child. After that, many ancient gods began to follow suit.

He could understand to some extent that their lives were far too long. They began to exist when all definitions ceased to exist, and everything around them became insignificant. Some of the ancient gods chose to slumber, while others went on invasions. In reality, it was all meaningless. The successors of Cthulhu undoubtedly provided everyone with a new direction.

He couldn't remember how long ago it was, but He saw with His own eyes the successor of Cthulhu with his little bride... who was being taken care of quite well.

They can choose a human as their bride and then grant her the power of eternal life.

What is the point of finding a bride? The meaning behind it is probably as boring as sleeping and invading; it's just a form of entertainment.

He wasn't really interested in this.

Until He dreamed of that prophecy.

“No one has ever cooked this for me before, you are the first.” As Ling Qiu spoke, her fingers couldn’t help but tighten, gripping his waist tightly, leaving marks on his abs.

“Amberton.” She whispered His name, tore at His collar and ripped off His head, then kissed Him.

Soft lips, sweet scent, the touch is so alluring.

The monster's forehead throbbed as if something was pulsating, but it couldn't care less about anything else at the moment, focusing solely on enjoying the kiss.

This kind of touch, this kind of behavior, I guess I'll get tired of it sooner or later.

Perhaps He will soon get bored again.

Hmm... I want to do it.

This thought suddenly popped into Ling Qiu's head.

She's an adult, so naturally she has these kinds of needs. She even considered ordering a life-size robot to play with, but the astonishing price deterred her.

Moreover, this guy was completely dazed when kissing her, and she was the one who took the lead, which made Ling Qiu feel particularly at ease.

Putting everything else aside, at least he was a complete virgin, wasn't he?

A guy who doesn't even know what genitals look like.

Her gaze suddenly changed, and she suddenly felt that her language skills were still somewhat inadequate, because she could not describe this feeling.

It was as if strands of silk thread pierced through His body, hanging Him up, and making Him feel itchy all over if He moved even slightly.

"How much longer do you need to boil your brown sugar ginger tea?" Ling Qiu asked, stroking His cheek.

His mind was a little foggy, and it took him a while to say, "It's all better now."

This won't take long.

"Hmm..." she pondered, "So it will probably take a while before it goes from scalding hot to just the right temperature to be palatable, don't you think?"

The monster was bewildered.

“Come here,” she said, taking his collar and pulling him forward.

Her steps were light, like some kind of alluring dance, and His gaze was unconsciously drawn to her. It was a small house, and it didn't take long to reach the bedroom.

Instinctively, the black tentacles once again touched her arms and calves. He watched her with interest, not understanding what she wanted to do.

Next, the monster was pushed onto the bed.

"Has no one ever told you what boyfriends and girlfriends need to do?" Ling Qiu asked with a smile in her eyes, lifting Anbot's shirt up to his chest with one hand and pulling down his pants to his knees with the other.

And so, this body, which she had personally customized, was presented almost perfectly.

This is a body that can be described as an art form, with the sexual characteristics she cherishes, but lacking some ugly sexual symbols. Isn't that perfect?

"Don't move," she whispered, her cool fingertips lingering on the artwork.

This is because of her choices that she developed such chest muscles, this is because of her choices that she developed such abs, this is because of her choices that she developed such long and toned legs...

Ling Qiu touched and stroked it while planting kisses on it.

She was so engrossed that she momentarily forgot to pay attention to the monster's expression.

But does that matter? No, it doesn't matter.

Ling Qiu bent down and lay down on the monster, smiling sweetly: "Do you feel comfortable like this, Anbot?"

Her words sounded very connected, and the tone of her voice made the monster's eyes darken slightly.

He suddenly longed to hear her call His true name, to hear it uttered in her beautiful voice and soft lips.

...

Hugs and kisses alone were not enough to relieve the discomfort. Ling Qiu also pinched Anbot's waist and rubbed against him for a while. She didn't know what it felt like to be a monster, but she felt... extremely comfortable.

The monster watched her the whole time, watching her back arch and her beautiful shoulder blades stick out. The sight suddenly reminded it of the mermaid it had seen centuries ago.

"What are you doing?" the monster asked, feeling a strange sensation, though it couldn't quite put its finger on what it was.

It's even stranger than kissing.

Ling Qiu leaned down and whispered in His ear, "Love."

After saying that word, she got up, ignoring Amber on the bed, and simply said, "I'm going to take a shower."

Before stepping into the bathroom, Ling Qiu paused, then turned back and asked, "Anbot, do you think the temperature of my brown sugar ginger tea will be just right after I take a shower?"

What nonsense is she talking about? That thing is long gone.

But when the monster looked at her, he felt that she was exceptionally different today, possessing a breathtaking beauty.

He instinctively said, "I'll reheat it."

Ling Qiu chuckled softly, then turned and went into the bathroom.

She felt very comfortable.

Moreover, she didn't even need to take off her clothes during the whole process because she was on her period.

Hmm... it seems like it's always like this, especially during my period.

When emotions run high, these kinds of things don't seem as insurmountable as she used to imagine...

Because it wasn't included? But He didn't.

A dozen minutes later, Ling Qiu finished showering, dried herself, changed her clothes, and opened the bathroom door. She was startled by Anbote standing at the door.

She jumped up like a rabbit.

"What are you doing?" Ling Qiu asked.

“I’m ready,” He said in his chilling voice, his eyes calmly fixed on her.

Strangely, Ling Qiu clearly felt an even stronger gaze coming from all directions, seemingly everywhere except from the eyes of the "person" in front of her.

Maybe she was spied on while taking a shower again.

Ling Qiu stepped out of the bathroom, dried her wet hair, and sat down at the dining table. As she reached out to taste the so-called brown sugar ginger tea, a pair of hands took hers and dried her wet hair.

The owner of the hand was sitting right across from her.

Ah, this feeling is both bizarre and wonderful.

Ling Qiu took a sip; the temperature was just right. However, she frowned at the strange taste—a sweet yet slightly spicy flavor…

Wait a minute, Ling Qiu remembered something.

"Where did you find the brown sugar, ginger, and tea?" Ling Qiu asked, as she didn't have any of these three things.

“Just take it,” He said.

"Where did you get it from?" Ling Qiu pressed.

“Another time and space,” He said casually.

Ling Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly. Other... what? Time and space?

"You... can you travel through time?" After asking the question, she felt like she had asked a stupid question. This kind of monster is so powerful that it can even merge into a human body from a distance. What is traveling through time?

At the same time, some things became even more certain.

He can indeed take her back to the past to witness something, right?

“It’s easy to take something,” He said.

Ling Qiu stroked his chin. Was the other timeline that Anbote mentioned a parallel world, or something from a long time ago?

She remembered that long ago on Earth, the food desert wasn't as severe as it is now.

If He can take things from the past, then going back to the past wouldn't be difficult for Him, right?

With a tentative mindset, Ling Qiu asked, "Could you bring over some other food? Like..."

Ling Qiu swallowed hard. All she could think about was meat; she really wanted to eat meat.

“For example, the steaks in those places,” Ling Qiu said.

Aren't all meats the same? How could there be any difference? Following Ling Qiu's instructions, He took out a steak, topped with black pepper sauce, still hot, just right to eat now.

Ling Qiu inhaled the aroma of meat wafting from the tip of her nose and slowly tightened her grip on the knife and fork.

Is it safe for her to eat? Won't she throw up terribly again after eating?

Just one bite, just one bite.

She carefully cut off a piece, then mustered her courage and put the steak in her mouth.

It's very chewy, and the black pepper sauce elevates the flavor. This steak is cooked to perfection, not dry at all, and tastes delicious.

After swallowing, Ling Qiu waited, waiting for the unpleasant reaction...

But after a while, nothing happened to her.

Ling Qiu was very surprised. Wow, she couldn't eat meat from Mante City, but she could eat meat from another time and space.

In just a few minutes, Ling Qiu devoured the steak. After finishing, she looked at Anbote with longing in her eyes and said, "Um... I'd like to have another one."

Author's Note: Qiuqiu is being raised very well by the monster [shy]