Chapter 403 |
Fang Qi was currently sitting on the sofa.
In his hand, he held the 52-degree black tea that Liguang had just brewed...
He let out a long, slow sigh.
"Phew—"
It really was...
A wonderfully relaxing sleep!
So, so, comfortable!
He looked out the window.
The sunlight was just right at that moment, streaming through the French windows and landing on him...
It made a person feel lazy, too.
From the kitchen came the sound of a spatula clattering against a pan.
Fang Qi looked down at his ankle.
The thick metal chain was still firmly locked there, glinting coldly with a silver light.
But...
The feel of it against his skin was no longer so cold and hard!
A fine, soft layer of white plush cloth had been carefully wrapped around the part where the chain touched his skin!
He had no idea where Liguang had found it.
It looked like it might be a piece of fabric from her fluffy pajamas?
In any case, the plush cloth was fine and soft, pressed warm and cozy against his ankle.
It wasn't cold at all, and it didn't chafe!
Fang Qi moved his ankle slightly, and the chain let out a soft "clatter."
It was even a little comfortable!
This Little Yandere really cares for her Master!
Wife is adorable!
He took another sip of tea, his gaze drifting toward the kitchen.
Behind the frosted glass door, a slender figure was busy moving about.
Through the blur, he could make out Liguang's silver hair tied into a loose, single ponytail, swaying gently with her movements.
She was still wearing that little yellow apron, the bow tied at her waist bouncing as she tossed the pan.
"Hmm~ hmm hmm~"
Liguang was humming a tune.
It wasn't in any clear key, but it sounded familiar.
Hmm... it seemed to be the song she had hummed back by the little wooden cabin when they were picking mushrooms together?
Her silhouette was reflected on the frosted glass—one hand gripping the pan's handle, the other holding the spatula, her wrist moving in a rhythmic flipping motion!
Her skirt fluttered with the movement, too.
Fang Qi lounged lazily against the sofa arm, watching her through the door.
That flipping motion of hers was so lively!
As he watched...
"Mmm...!"
Fang Qi couldn't help but stretch.
He felt a long-lost sense of relaxation seeping into the very marrow of his bones.
He had been through so much lately.
And this ninth morning—how many times had he lived through it?
He had lost count.
All he knew was that he kept waking up again and again, facing all kinds of sudden crises, dying again and again, and starting over.
But this time was different!
Liguang had... forced him to stop.
He really hadn't sat quietly on the sofa like this for such a long, long time!
Not thinking about anything, not doing anything—just...
Waiting for his Wife to cook him a meal.
Though a heavy shackle was locked around his ankle, the velvety feel of it...
It was actually kind of nice!
Could it be that she purposely did this just to make him rest?
Wife is truly wonderful!
But then again...
The scene when he first woke up had been quite a chaotic mess!
...
Just an hour ago, when he first came to, he found himself lying on the sofa.
The chain on his foot was still wrapped with that fluffy padding, but his mind was still stuck on the last images before he had been stunned by the electric shock device.
At the time, Liguang had been kneeling there. When she saw him wake, she immediately gave him a fawning smile.
"Master, you're awake..."
And his first reaction back then...
Was naturally to teach Liguang a lesson!
That crazy girl, daring to sneak-attack her Master! To tase him!
He had to reassert his authority!
So without a second word, he yanked the silver-haired girl up from where she knelt by the sofa!
And started disciplining her right over that perky little bottom!
"Still dare to tase your Master?!"
"Still dare to lock up your Master?!"
"SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!"
But his hand went numb from spanking, and thinking she'd had enough, he flipped Liguang over, about to put on a stern face and scold her a few more times...
Only to see her face all flushed, her amber left eye glistening with tears...
And the corners of her mouth twitching, barely holding back a grin!
When he glared at her, she instantly changed her expression, reverting to a pitiful look!
He was completely speechless.
The scene hit him with a wave of déjà vu—hadn't he experienced this before...?
He'd almost forgotten...
This crazy girl wasn't the least bit afraid of his punishment!
So he stopped spanking her.
Why hurt his own hand just to let this little yandere get off on it?
Instead, he leaned back into the sofa and started bossing her around!
"Liguang, tea!"
"Y-Yes, Master!"
The silver-haired girl immediately scrambled off the couch, tumbling down!
Her slightly rumpled clothes left untended as she frantically ran to brew tea.
"Liguang, my legs are sore!"
"Liguang will massage Master's legs right away!"
"Liguang, I want a big meal! If it's no good, I'll spank your bottom again!"
"Yes! Master! Liguang will get to it!"
The little yandere dashed into the kitchen and started cooking!
...
And so now, here she was, humming while cooking in the kitchen.
Sitting on the sofa, Fang Qi gazed absentmindedly at the slender silhouette behind the frosted glass door.
That eager little act of hers just now—the flustered yet blissful expression—
Had left him dazed for quite a while.
It really was...
A trip down memory lane!
Wasn't this exactly what he'd done on the very first day?
To survive that cycle of death, he'd deliberately put on the Master's airs and ordered her around.
Massages, baking cakes, adjusting the holographic scenery...
Back then, Liguang had been just like this too.
Too busy to tidy her flying skirt, yet her pretty face was full of contentment.
Thinking about it now, how long ago was that?
Hmm...
Fang Qi blinked.
It hadn't been that long, had it?
Timewise, it had only been...
Nine days?
But what he'd experienced—it was far more than nine days!
At least eighty years or so!
With a faint smile, Fang Qi picked up his teacup and took another sip.
"Hey, Liguang!"
He set the cup down and called out toward the kitchen:
"How about taking off Master's shackles?
Master promises not to run—let's cook together, okay?"
The commotion in the kitchen paused.
The frosted glass door slid open just a crack, enough for that silver-haired little head to poke out.
Liguang tilted her head, looking at him. There was a tiny smudge of flour on her cheek, pearly white on her left face.
Her heterochromatic eyes blinked, and then she bared her teeth at him, little fangs sparkling!
"No way!"
Her voice was crisp and stubborn.
"Master just wants an excuse to escape!
Liguang isn't setting Master free!"
She pulled her little head back until only her amber left eye was visible, watching him warily—
As if he were some dangerous fugitive ready to leap out the window at any moment!
"Master, stay put!"
"Liguang will have dinner ready soon!"
Then, with a "whoosh," he pulled his head back!
"Slap!"
He slammed the door shut!
Fang Qi, meanwhile, curled the corner of his mouth.
He twisted his shoulders, then slumped back into the sofa, comfortably sprawled out. He glanced again at the closed kitchen door.
Behind the frosted glass, that silver silhouette was still tossing a wok.
Her movements were even sharper than before.
Alright, he admitted it—he hadn’t really expected Liguang to unlock him.
And honestly, he didn’t care if it got unlocked or not!
After all...
It felt so comfortable!
This kind of cozy little life—who would want to run away from it?
If only he could keep living like this, ignoring all the messy stuff—
The essence of the world, the beings from beyond, the sacrifice of souls, the grand scheme his amnesiac past self had set up…
How wonderful that would be.
Just sprawled out on the sofa, waiting for his Wife to finish cooking and bring it to him…
Fang Qi stared absentmindedly at the ceiling.
So cozy.
So leisurely.
So carefree.
This, this was the everyday life with his Little Yandere Wife!
Saving the world and all that just wasn’t suited for a guy like…
"Click."
The kitchen door opened.
A rich aroma poured out, filling the entire living room.
…So fragrant!
Fang Qi’s nose twitched, and his stomach immediately let out a loud "grumble"!
The silver-haired girl walked out gracefully, carrying a tray.
She was still wearing that little yellow apron, and beneath it, the light blue loungewear.
On the tray were several dishes, steam rising gently.
She placed them one by one on the dining table.
They were still his favorite dishes.
The familiar ones.
Braised pork ribs, garlic stir-fried broccoli, steamed sea bass…
And a small pot of tomato and beef brisket soup, still bubbling away!
“…Gulp.”
Fang Qi swallowed hard!
“Master,” Liguang said, setting down the last dish.
She clutched the tray to her chest, slightly bowed, and smiled obediently:
“Your feast is all ready.”
Fang Qi swallowed again, stood up immediately, and took a step forward—!
“Clatter!”
The chain on his foot rattled!
He stumbled on the chain and tumbled back into the sofa!
…Damn!
This thing was too heavy!
“Ah, Master, be careful!”
Liguang immediately trotted over, reached out to support his arm, and carefully helped him up from the sofa.
Fang Qi leaned against her, pressing nearly half his weight onto her.
The familiar sweet strawberry scent instantly overpowered the aroma of the food.
It smelled nice.
His Wife smelled even better than the food!
The silver-haired girl tilted her head slightly to look at him, a faint crimson flicker in her red pupils, and the curve of her lips got a little exaggerated…
But she quickly suppressed it!
“Master, take it slow!”
She half-carried him, supporting Fang Qi as he shuffled to the dining table.
Fang Qi sat down in the chair, staring at the table full of dishes!
…He couldn’t take it anymore! It smelled too good!
Time to eat!
He immediately picked up his chopsticks, ready to dig in—
“Ring—”
Behind him, the phone on the coffee table suddenly started ringing.
Fang Qi: “…”
His chopsticks paused.
His expression fell a little.
Who was it now…!
Come on…
He was finally getting to enjoy a moment!
Why did someone always have to interrupt their peaceful life together…
…Was it Gu Xi?
She seemed to have said this morning that he should stop by the police station this afternoon…
But the silver-haired girl beside him brightened up!
“Master! It’s the delivery!”
“The package is here!”
…Delivery?
Fang Qi couldn’t help but be taken aback.
What package?
Liguang had already hurried over, eagerly picking up her phone.
"Mm-hmm, I'm home!"
"Please come up, that's great!"
Her tone was cheerful and polite.
Then she hung up and immediately bustled to the door, almost fawningly!
Hands clasped neatly in front of her stomach, she stood there prettily waiting, a hint of expectant smile on her lips.
Fang Qi stared at her in bewilderment.
Delivery?
Huh?
Had Liguang bought something while he was asleep?
Suddenly, he grew alert!
No way!
"Clang!"
He tapped the table with his chopsticks!
Glared at her!
"Liguang, you haven't gone and bought something else... meant for me, have you!"
As he spoke, he lifted his leg slightly, and the chain on his foot rattled noisily!
The silver-haired girl turned her head at this, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly, her expression even a little displeased.
"Master, that's not it at all!"
She gently stomped one foot and pouted.
"It's Liguang's box that's arrived!"
Fang Qi was taken aback.
Box?
What box?
...Huh?
Oh...!
Could it be...!
His mouth twitched.
Good grief, this thing...
How long ago had he bought it?
