Ye Jiu was cooking in the kitchen, while Shen Que sat outside, staring at her without blinking. If anyone other than Ye Jiu were present, they would notice that Shen Que truly didn't blink! Only when he noticed Ye Jiu turning her head to look at him would he blink once, as if trying to deceive himself.

The kitchen was large and open-plan, allowing Shen Que to clearly see all of Ye Jiu's movements. She was humming a song softly as she slowly chopped vegetables, her back to Shen Que, so she couldn't see his actions.

Several tentacles emerged from the white tiled floor, swaying left and right to the rhythm of Ye Jiu's humming, as if they were dancing along; the scene was truly eerie.

Ye Jiu realized that Shen Que hadn't spoken to her for a long time, which was obviously abnormal. She turned to look at Shen Que and found him sitting obediently at the bar playing games. Noticing Ye Jiu looking at him, he looked up and met her gaze. "Sister, is there anything I can help you with?"

Ye Jiu frowned, feeling a little strange, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. She shook her head and went back to cooking.

Chen Que breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, his sister didn't see it. He would have to be more careful next time.

After finishing her meal, Chen Que tossed the bowl into the dishwasher and eagerly approached Ye Jiu, asking, "Sister, have you taken off your makeup? Can I give you a kiss now?"

Without waiting for Ye Jiu's reply, he pecked at her face, leaving one spitting mark after another on her face.

Ye Jiu pushed him away in disgust, pulled a tissue from the box to wipe away the drool, and said, "Idiot, let me teach you what a real kiss is."

Ye Jiu cupped his face in her hands, and their eyes met. Shen Que's face flushed red instantly, and the blush seemed to spread down his neck.

His image was reflected in her deep brown eyes, his face reflected in them!

This discovery made Shen Que tremble with joy. His heart, which had stopped beating, began to go numb, and his hands showed signs of melting. Shen Que used all his strength to maintain his outward appearance of normalcy.

I want to devour her, devour her, and envelop her completely. She's his, only his, only his! I want to surround her with my entire being, and no one else can covet her!

Ye Jiu had no idea how many things had been on Chen Que's mind in those few short seconds. She said, "Close your eyes."

Shen Que obediently did as he was told, anticipating Ye Jiu's next move. A soft object pressed against his lips, and Ye Jiu's tongue deftly pried open his teeth and slipped inside.

His...him and her...sister's mouths taste sweet! What is this? It feels so good, it's melting.

Shen Que took a big step back, covered his face, and quickly ran back to his bedroom, locking the door behind him.

Ye Jiu scratched her head, watching the person in front of her flustered movements. Is she really that innocent?

She approached Shen Que's bedroom and gently knocked on the door. "Are you alright?"

"No, it's nothing," Chen Que's voice was unclear through the door, seemingly mixed with heavy breathing.

She was relieved that no one was hurt. She put her hands in her pockets, sneered, and thought, "Ha, you've fallen for my kissing skills."

Damn, this is so cringeworthy, I can't stand it.

Ye Jiu went to take a shower with a blank expression, leaving Shen Que alone.

Shen Que, separated by just one door, was no longer human. The dark liquid was faintly red, covering the entire room. Shen Que's mind stopped thinking, and the desire to be eaten by Ye Jiu reached its peak.

He no longer wanted to eat Ye Jiu; he wanted to be eaten by Ye Jiu. He wanted to be immersed in Ye Jiu's aura, and her body would only contain him. They would be together forever.

What to do, what to do, what to do... He couldn't control his true form from turning into human form at all. He wanted to see Ye Jiu right now, he wanted to continue what he had just done with her.

The liquid began to flow little by little, eventually condensing into the boy he had just seen. Shen Que's face was flushed, and the fragrance in the air was so strong it was almost pungent. His mind was filled with images of Ye Jiu; he wanted her, he wanted to be devoured by her.

He pulled a lump of liquid from his body. He wanted to give Ye Jiu a flower. Human men usually give flowers to women. The lump of liquid transformed in his hand and eventually became a black flower. It wasn't very pretty. His poor dexterity couldn't make the "flower" any more beautiful.

He looked at these rather unattractive "flowers" and felt they were not presentable, but he couldn't make anything more beautiful.

Holding the "flower," Shen Que nervously knocked on Ye Jiu's bedroom door.

Ye Jiu had just finished showering and opened the door wrapped in a bathrobe. The scent of cherry blossom shower gel on the woman's body wafted into his nostrils. He didn't dare look at Ye Jiu and reached out to hand her the "flower."

"It's for you."

This "flower" was, after all, a part of his body. The moment Ye Jiu received the "flower," that part of him sighed in his mind, "So happy, so happy, sister, I'm being held in your hands by sister!!"

Shen Que's expression turned cold in an instant. He reached out and took back the "flower," crushed it into powder, and then pitifully apologized, "I'm sorry, sister, I think I didn't do a good job. I'll make another one. This defective one is no longer needed."

Ye Jiu looked at the "flower" that was now just powder. Well, she was a perfectionist, so she could understand.

Shen Que looked at Ye Jiu in front of him, his face quickly turned red again, and a small tent appeared on his forehead. He immediately turned his back to Ye Jiu and said, "Goodnight, sister!" Then he strode back to his bedroom.

Shen Que couldn't understand why it stood up. He imitated humans in a superficial way, without understanding the meaning of those physiological reactions.

He was so anxious that he paced back and forth, so he made a tough decision to cut off that piece, and finally it returned to normal. Shen Que nodded in satisfaction.

Ye Jiu was puzzled. She looked down at her bathrobe and muttered to herself, "I'm all covered up, what's there to be shy about?"

Ye Jiu, of course, was unaware that Shen Que, who didn't understand human nature, was afraid of frightening her and directly "castrated himself."

As the moon rose above the branches, Ye Jiu was deep in a dream, her lips curving into a serene and beautiful smile.

Under the cover of night, the pitch-black liquid seeped into Ye Jiu's bed through the crack in the door, covering the entire bed and enveloping Ye Jiu in its embrace.

The liquid on both sides began to solidify into two bodies. Identical boys occupied Ye Jiu's body on the left and right. The boys simultaneously reached out and wrapped their arms around Ye Jiu, one resting his head on her back and the other burying his head in her chest.

Filled with his sister's aura, wanting to be surrounded by her scent from head to toe, he began to consider whether to take out his internal organs and place them in Ye Jiu's arms to be infused with her essence, but ultimately decided against it because it was too troublesome.

The rich scent of roses filled the entire room, carrying a touch of romance. The young man, who hadn't seen many flowers, was obsessed with roses, which symbolized love. But roses don't have much fragrance. What if you made the fragrance 100 times stronger, or 1000 times stronger?

That night, Ye Jiu dreamed that she had been kidnapped. The kidnappers tied her tightly to a chair, making it impossible for her to move. She cried out, "Have mercy, sir! We'll give you whatever you want, money or sex! Just spare my life!"

The kidnapper ignored her and simply tied another rope around her. Bound tightly, Ye Jiu could hardly breathe and was so angry that she wanted to die with him.

She struggled fiercely, and whether the rope was not tied securely or she was too strong, it broke, and the restraints on her body finally lessened.

She breathed a sigh of relief, just glad she hadn't suffocated.