Chapter 47: Eternal Day (Eleven) Cangli...
The candlelight flickered.
Every movement of the other person was filled with an elegance and composure that was ingrained in their bones.
However, the black mask on his face was never removed.
"Please forgive my impoliteness."
When Wen Yin's eyes seemed to accidentally sweep across his mask, the boat owner spoke at the right time, his voice low and pleasant, with just the right amount of apology.
"My identity... is somewhat special. This face cannot be made public for the time being."
"understand."
Wen Yin responded with a proper smile, maintaining the reserve and elegance that a wealthy lady should have.
She lowered her head slightly and savored the exquisite dishes in front of her. She could feel the gaze of the person in front of her as if it were real, almost never leaving her.
That gaze wasn't one of simple appreciation; it was more like evaluating a rare work of art, or... a piece of dessert on a plate that exuded an enticing aroma.
There was only a slight clinking of cutlery, as the other party put down their knife and fork.
Wen Yin looked up and found that the boat owner was leaning back slightly, looking at her in a very leisurely manner.
"Come to think of it, Miss Chen was recommended by 'Ms. Cen' to board the ship, right?"
"I remember she was a very valued old customer of mine." He said with a hint of nostalgia. "I haven't seen her for a year. I wonder if she's doing well?"
Wen Yin's heart skipped a beat.
Fortunately, she had asked 028 to sort out the close connections around the original owner in advance, and now the "Ms. Cen" mentioned by the ship owner can only be matched with one person.
She picked up the water cup and concealed her momentary stiffness by drinking the water. When she put down the cup, her face was natural.
"Thank you for your concern. Ms. Cen is...all is fine."
"She recently entered into a perfect marriage and is very happy."
“She also recommended me to experience this trip.”
"Entering into a perfect marriage?"
There was a hint of interest in the boat owner's voice that Wen Yin couldn't understand, but it disappeared in a flash.
"That's great, wish her the best."
A gust of sea breeze blew, ruffling the hair on the side of Wen Yin's neck. She just raised her hand to push the hair behind her ear when she heard the person opposite her continue to bring up the topic.
"The servants said that Miss Chen chose a blue male mermaid."
The boat owner's gaze shifted slightly downwards, landing on the side of Wen Yin's neck where he had just played with her hair.
"I wonder, Miss Chen, are you satisfied with this mermaid?"
When Wen Yin was asked by an elegant, handsome and wealthy man about her satisfaction with a male mermaid, her cheeks immediately turned red.
"I just can't bear to see such a beautiful creature being treated like trash by your subordinates."
Wen Yin glanced vaguely at the servant who was still serving beside her, as if she was eager to get rid of the shameful act of "playing with mermaids".
"I didn't do anything to that mermaid. I just admired her..."
"Oh, I see."
The boat owner nodded meaningfully.
"It seems that you are still a kind-hearted lady."
Wen Yin's face turned even redder.
After a long while, she finally raised her eyelashes under the gaze of the boat owner, and her tone was filled with curiosity.
"Mermaids are so precious, whether it's their blood or anything else..."
"Why... do you want them to become human..."
Wen Yin hesitated for a moment, but still spat out those two unbearable words: "Becoming a human's... plaything?"
Wen Yin raised her eyelids, revealing her amber eyes without any obstruction. Her long, thick eyelashes were like two small fans, casting a light shadow under her eyelids.
The light from the candlestick cast a soft halo in her eyes, which, combined with the thin blush on her cheeks, could easily arouse the pity of others.
As the words fell, Wen Yin could feel the other person's gaze on her face becoming much deeper.
Amid the salty and fishy vapor brought by the sea breeze, the boat owner was silent for dozens of seconds. Finally, he gentlemanly picked up the silver goblet and took a sip of the liquid in the cup.
"It turns out that there are humans who are worried about mermaids."
There were wet traces of water on the boat owner's thin lips, and then he smiled very faintly.
"However, you don't have to worry too much. After the one-month sea voyage is over, the mermaids will have a better place to go."
Wen Yin seemed to be bewitched by that smile and lowered her head shyly.
By the time dinner finally ended, more than an hour had passed.
"It was a very pleasant conversation tonight."
The ship owner personally sent her to the door, and his thin lips behind the mask curled up in a perfect arc.
"Looking forward to our next meeting."
"It's my pleasure."
Wen Yin raised her head slightly, her eyes full of admiration for the boat owner.
She said goodbye and turned to leave. The heavy wooden door closed silently behind her, isolating the suffocating feeling of oppression in the room.
The moment the door closed, the warm light in the captain's room seemed a little colder.
The ship owner did not leave the door immediately. He turned slowly, his eyes directed precisely at the servant in the corner who was almost shrinking into the shadows.
It was the "thing" that revealed its true form in the bathtub.
The servant felt the cold gaze and his body trembled violently. His head drooped even lower, almost burying it in his chest.
The boat owner approached silently step by step.
The leather shoes made a dull, oppressive sound when they stepped on the thick carpet.
He stopped in front of the attendant, looking down at him without saying a word.
He simply extended his index finger, which was wearing a black leather glove, and lightly touched the servant's stiff shoulder as if brushing away dust.
The servant's body trembled violently, and a strange, extremely suppressed whimper came from his throat.
"Remember," the ship owner's voice was low and cold, and every word clearly struck the servant's nerves on the verge of collapse, "don't covet her."
He leaned forward slightly, his icy breath seeming to freeze the air.
"She's mine."
After saying this, he no longer looked at the trembling servant, turned around and walked towards the gorgeous dining table.
He picked up a polished silver goblet on the table. The wall of the goblet clearly reflected the outline of his masked face and the ambiguous red mark on his jaw.
The boat owner stretched out his black-gloved thumb and, with a playful look, completely erased the lipstick mark belonging to Wen Yin from the smooth surface of the silver cup.
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Wen Yin almost hurried to the floor where her room was. In less than ten minutes, she stood in front of her room.
As I opened the door, my nerves, which had been tense all night, relaxed a little, and the stinging sensation on my heels where my new shoes had rubbed them became immediately noticeable.
[Host, are you okay?]
028's voice sounded immediately, filled with worry.
[My feet are all worn out from walking so fast.]
[And... that 'Mark Lipstick' item you just redeemed? Just to... rub it against him?]
Wen Yin did not answer immediately. Her first look was towards the bathroom.
Inside the frosted glass door, the water ripples, and the tall and graceful dark blue figure is still quietly sinking in the depths of the bathtub, leaving only a hazy outline on the water surface.
He's still there. No changes.
Wen Yin took off her torturous high heels, stepped barefoot on the soft carpet, and walked silently towards the bathroom.
She didn't turn on the light, but just gently opened the frosted glass door.
The bathroom is filled with the refreshing scent of sea salt and water vapor.
Cangli seemed to be startled by the sound of the door opening and sat up from the bottom of the water.
He raised his deep blue eyes, and with his usual panic and confusion, he looked at Wen Yin who was standing at the door against the light.
Wen Yin walked straight to the bathtub without saying a word and squatted down.
Her movements were calm, but her gaze was fixed on Cangli's face.
Cangli felt a little uneasy when she looked at him, and subconsciously wanted to shrink back.
"Don't move."
Wen Yin's voice was soft, but it carried an unquestionable power.
She reached out her hand, and her cold fingers gently lifted Cangli's chin, forcing him to raise his head slightly.
Wen Yin's fingertips, with the coolness of moisture, touched his delicate yet inhumanly cold skin.
Her eyes swept over his pale cheeks, his graceful jawline, and the delicate ear fins that twitched slightly due to nervousness.
No.
Nothing.
There were no other marks on his pale skin except for the traces of rolling water droplets.
As clean as if it had never been stained by any color.
Wen Yin's fingers rested on the skin of his jaw, feeling the cold touch and slight trembling, complex and inexplicable emotions surging in her eyes.
She frowned slightly and asked 028 in her mind: [Can that item really leave an indelible mark on the user?]
[Yes, host, the item's description says that the mark will remain for 24 hours and only the user can see it.]
028 seemed to realize something as well. It took a deep breath in Wen Yin's mind, its childish voice filled with disbelief and surprise.
[Host, you...are you suspecting that the ship owner and Cangli are the same person?!]
After saying that, 028 leaned over to Cangli's jaw and took a look. Since it was not the user, it could not see whether there were any marks there.
[Host, is there a mark left by you on Cangli's jaw?]
Wen Yin was silent for half a second: [No.]
The room was silent. Cangli, whose chin was supported by her, misunderstood this moment of pause and gaze.
In those eyes as blue as the deep sea, the fear faded a little, replaced by a tentative intimacy.
He thought it was some kind of tacit touch, a sign of concern from the human being in front of him.
So, Cangli turned his head slightly, and rubbed his cold and smooth cheek gently against Wen Yin's warm palm with an almost affectionate attitude.
Along with this movement, the exquisite dark blue ear fins behind his ears fully stretched out in the air.
The thin edge, as thin as a cicada's wing, reflects a dreamy and hazy pearlescent light under the faint light coming in from the window.
The wet sea-blue hair stuck to her cheeks, and water droplets rolled down her perfect jawline. At this moment, Cangli was breathtakingly beautiful, yet also carried a fatal temptation and fragility.
Wen Yin was startled back to her senses by his sudden intimate gesture, and the cold and smooth touch on his palm made her heart skip a beat.
Crash!
Just when she wanted to pull her hand back, Cangli's deep blue scaly tail, which was submerged in the water and was scarred but still contained amazing power, suddenly rolled up.
Like a giant python ready to strike, it quickly wrapped around Wen Yin's waist and legs.
A completely irresistible force came!
"ah!"
Wen Yin only had time to let out a short scream before she was suddenly pulled away from the edge of the bathtub by this force!
As the world spun, water rushed in from all directions, flooding her mouth, nose, ears and eyes. Her black silk dress was instantly soaked and clung tightly to Wen Yin, outlining her slender yet perfect figure.
There was no light on in the bathroom, only a little light coming through the deck porthole.
The glimmer of light refracted by the waves creates a hazy and blurred atmosphere.
Wen Yin struggled to keep her balance in the water. As soon as she wiped the water droplets off her face and opened her eyes, she saw a face very close to her.
It’s Cangli.
He was hovering above her, looking down at her.
Those dark blue eyes, under the broken light and shadow, were as deep as a whirlpool, clearly reflecting her panicked figure.
Crystal clear water droplets hung on the thick long eyelashes, trembling slightly with the waves.
Under the high nose bridge, the light-colored, thin lips, as if washed by sea water, are slightly open.
Without the previous fear and humility, now looking up at him closely, Wen Yin felt for the first time so clearly the aggressive yet breathtaking beauty of the deep-sea predator.
What made her even more nervous was that his huge fish tail was slowly wrapping around her smooth and slender legs immersed in the cold water with a gentle but unbreakable force.
The cold, hard edges of the scales pressed against her skin with a slight friction, and the gauze-like tissue of the tail fin brushed against her skin like water grass, bringing waves of strange and shuddering touch.
Wen Yin was caught off guard by the sudden attack and the shock of beauty. The cold pool water and the entangled fish tail made her shiver in the water.
Cangli seemed to notice her discomfort immediately.
The next second, the fish tail wrapped around her waist and legs suddenly exerted force, causing another dizzying spin. With a "splash", Wen Yin's upper body instantly emerged from the cold water.
However, she did not return to the surface.
Instead, she was supported by Cangli's powerful tail fin, allowing her to sit steadily...under his waist and abdomen.
With their skin touching, Wen Yin could even clearly feel the hard and smooth scales and the slightly undulating muscle lines beneath her body.
Wen Yin was stunned.
She was soaked all over, her long black hair stuck to her cheeks and neck, and water droplets kept dripping down her hair and chin, hitting the cold and hard scales beneath her body.
She looked down subconsciously.
This time, it was her who looked down at him.
Cangli was still submerged in the water, with only his chest and above exposed above the water.
He tilted his head slightly, his wet sea-blue hair falling back, water droplets rolling down his clear jawline, sliding across the heart-pounding scars on his chest, and finally merging into the water.
His deep blue eyes stared up at Wen Yin who was sitting on him without blinking, and water droplets hung on his long eyelashes, like broken stars.
Without the obstruction of the waves, that inhuman beauty appeared more clearly in front of Wen Yin.
There was a thrilling sense of defenseless vulnerability, yet a strange allure due to the fishtail and firm chest that clung to her body.
He held her up quietly like this, letting her sit on him, as if offering himself as her throne.
The water rippled gently beneath him, and broken light and shadows flowed on the dark blue scales.
Wen Yin sat on the cold scales, staring blankly at the face that was so beautiful in the dim light that it seemed not to be of this worldly creation. For a moment, she seemed to be bewitched and called out his name softly.
"Cangli..."
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