My Girlfriend's a Monster - Chapter 59

It was a false alarm, at least for Zhong Qingxiao. He took Luo Ke home and explained the situation to Luo Meihua.

Luo Meihua was a bit stunned, a distant memory surfacing in her mind. She recalled when Luo Ke was eight years old, how she rushed forward to shield her from a patient’s knife during a hospital dispute.

That scene was etched in Luo Meihua’s memory forever. Initially, due to Luo Ke’s peculiar and cold demeanor, she had regretted adopting her, even considering returning her to the orphanage.

But after that day, Luo Meihua never entertained the thought again. Her adopted daughter was indeed strange, but perhaps she had her own reasons.

Luo Meihua smiled silently, stood up, and returned to her room.

In the bedroom, Zhong Qingxiao carefully cleaned Luo Ke’s hands, applied a thin layer of ointment, and sealed it with a band-aid.

“Keep it wrapped overnight, and it’ll be fine by tomorrow,” Zhong Qingxiao said, half-kneeling in front of Luo Ke.

Luo Ke sat on the edge of the bed, her dark eyes reflecting Zhong Qingxiao’s gentle and harmless face. The human in front of her was completely absorbed in her.

“Xiao Ke, try not to do this again. I’ll handle human affairs. This won’t happen again,” Zhong Qingxiao said, rising to kiss his girlfriend’s lips.

For a normal human male, kissing a partner was natural, but every time Zhong Qingxiao did so, his girlfriend seemed to think he was initiating intimacy, making him hesitant.

But tonight was different; Zhong Qingxiao wanted to kiss her, consequences be damned.

“So, can we mate tonight?” Luo Ke asked.

Zhong Qingxiao sighed; even if they could, she was too blunt. Couldn’t she be a bit more subtle?

Never mind, Zhong Qingxiao thought her honesty was refreshing.

“Yes, Xiao Ke,” Zhong Qingxiao said, touching her bandaged hand. “Does this wound affect your True Form? Are they connected?”

Luo Ke nodded. They were connected, but humans couldn’t harm her. These minor wounds were due to the fragility of human skin.

They would heal within an hour, rendering the ointment unnecessary.

“I see…” Zhong Qingxiao’s expression turned peculiar. He glanced at Luo Ke, kissed her forehead, and said, “Wait for me a moment; I’ll tidy up in the bathroom.”

His ears turned red, making Luo Ke want to kiss them, but before she could, Zhong Qingxiao left.

What was he tidying up? Tidying?

The eyes she had placed in the bathroom hadn’t been removed, just unused for a while. Luo Ke moved her fingers, activating them again, observing everything from every angle.

Zhong Qingxiao undressed in the bathroom, and Luo Ke watched quietly. When she saw her dear wife reaching for a place only she had touched, she should have been displeased, but her eyes widened, and she stopped breathing.

He was…

The sound of swallowing echoed in the night, like a snake eyeing its prey, his tongue hissing. He was preparing for her feast.

The steps that usually annoyed Luo Ke were handled by him, explaining his earlier inquiry about her hand.

It didn’t affect her; the tentacles were slippery. Luo Ke occasionally slacked off, but her dear wife never refused, only furrowing his brow and murmuring.

Wonderful, dear wife, Luo Ke felt her tentacles swelling again, unable to contain herself.

A hand, sticky and wet, suddenly hooked onto Zhong Qingxiao’s arm. He was startled, pulled out of the bathroom, not thrown down like before, but held, lying down. Before he settled, his girlfriend’s eager kisses landed on him.

Zhong Qingxiao chuckled, feeling ticklish, thinking Xiao Ke resembled a playful puppy.

“Don’t rush, don’t rush,” he soothed, stroking Luo Ke’s head.

“Zhong Qingxiao,” Luo Ke called his name, loving the way her dear wife’s wet eyes looked at her, like her own pond, drawing her in.

“Ready…” Zhong Qingxiao replied, embarrassed, knowing Xiao Ke had seen him earlier. His ears burned, but he had nowhere to hide, trying to act normal.

“But be gentle; I don’t want to be unable to walk tomorrow, okay, Xiao Ke?”

His inquiries were habitual, giving Luo Ke the impression that refusal was no issue, a delightful scent… Luo Ke buried her nose in Zhong Qingxiao’s neck, finding his scent warm and clean.

“Zhong Qingxiao,” Luo Ke called again, kissing him before he could respond, loving his embrace, wishing they could stay like this forever.

Why couldn’t Zhong Qingxiao be part of her body? Or… she could become part of Zhong Qingxiao’s body?

“Mm.” Zhong Qingxiao squinted, finding a chance to breathe, nudging her shoulder, noting, “Xiao Ke, your expression was odd, like you were thinking something bizarre.”

Caught? Luo Ke was shocked; she hadn’t said a word, yet Zhong Qingxiao noticed.

To hide her unease, Luo Ke leaned in for another kiss.

Soft lips, perfect for kissing.

She held Zhong Qingxiao tightly, countless tentacles wrapping him, entwining.

In the night, everything was silent, devouring or being devoured, people fearing its arrival, for monsters lurked everywhere, bringing death and fear.

Yet some humans embraced a monster in the endless night, letting her take, admiring the beautiful human form like the finest art.

Finally, dawn broke, time passing as if a lifetime had gone by, Zhong Qingxiao awakened by knocking.

“Qingxiao, Xiao Ke, come eat,” Luo Meihua called.

“Got…” His raspy voice made Zhong Qingxiao cough, clearing his throat before replying, “Got it, Mom.”

He tried to rise, but his chest ached, forcing him to gently pry open Xiao Ke’s mouth, tapping her cheek.

“Time to eat.”

Luo Ke heard, not needing sleep, but wanting Zhong Qingxiao to call her.

“Mm.” Luo Ke sat up, kissing Zhong Qingxiao’s cheek.

Zhong Qingxiao felt Xiao Ke had cleaned up, always remembering to tidy, a well-behaved Xiao Ke.

Sitting up was a struggle, closing his eyes to endure, dressing while saying, “Did you exceed our agreement again?”

His gaze swept over Luo Ke, lacking blame, his gentle tone as if he wasn’t the one wronged.

“Let me see.” Zhong Qingxiao dressed, checking Luo Ke’s bandage.

Healed well, her fingers slender and beautiful, Zhong Qingxiao kissed them, pleased.

Luo Ke’s eyes turned odd, her black gaze lingering on his lips, her predatory look returning.

Zhong Qingxiao realized, covering his mouth, rising: “I, breakfast.”

He hurried out, washing up at the outdoor sink.

Quick escape, dear wife.

Luo Ke sat at the table, breakfasting on toast. Luo Meihua made it herself, others’ toast filled with eggs or vegetables, hers packed with meat.

“What’s this?” Luo Ke tapped the milky liquid in her cup, neither soy milk nor juice.

Luo Meihua sighed, saying, “Yan Cheng thanked me for caring for Zheng Xiangyu, gifting milk.”

Ultra-pasteurized milk, two months from expiration.

Though not biologically related, Luo Meihua and Luo Ke shared a dislike for milk.

After adopting Luo Ke, Luo Meihua tried ordering milk, but Luo Ke vomited, reacting strongly, banishing milk from their lives.

Luo Ke sniffed, confirming the fishy scent, her face changing, ready to vomit. Luo Meihua quickly removed the milk.

“Alright, alright, don’t drink it,” Luo Meihua said, rising. “I’ll make soy milk.”

“I’ll do it, Mom,” Zhong Qingxiao returned from washing, heading to the kitchen.

His sudden change of address surprised Zhong Shuping, glancing at Luo Meihua’s natural expression, realizing the change was mutual, chewing toast silently.

Mom.

Luo Ke licked her lips, finding the word sweet from Zhong Qingxiao’s mouth, his pronunciation adorable.

Ah, right.

“Do bulls produce milk?” Luo Ke asked.

Her biology was poor, making the question amusing.

Luo Meihua’s expression turned odd, “Of course not.”

Ah, disappointing.

“What about humans?” she continued, “Do human males?”

Zhong Qingxiao, preparing soy milk, felt a chill at the question.

Why ask this publicly? Couldn’t she ask privately? Why bring it to the table?

Zhong Qingxiao silently pleaded, hoping Xiao Ke wouldn’t blurt out something about him.

Luo Meihua’s gaze grew stranger, coughing before answering, “Not entirely absent, but rare.”

Luo Ke tilted her head, so it’s possible?

Human males could indeed nurse.

“Then…”

“Xiao Ke, drink up, it’s just right,” Zhong Qingxiao quickly placed the cup before her, interrupting.

Luo Ke easily stopped, finishing her toast, licking the cup, licking… soy milk, not sweet today.

Phew-Zhong Qingxiao sighed, biting into toast.

The issue with Baoliyuan lingered in Zhong Qingxiao’s mind. After breakfast, he left to discuss expelling Ge Hailong.

But upon opening the door, he learned unsettling news-Ge Hailong was missing.

Yan Cheng scratched his head, looking serious. “I tied him securely yesterday, and I slept nearby… If he escaped unnoticed…”

Yan Cheng looked at Zhong Qingxiao, his expression grave.

It suggested Ge Hailong might have become a monster.

The thought made everyone gasp, Zhong Qingxiao asking, “If he became a monster, why disappear quietly without harming anyone? Could he have simply fled?”

“There’s something I wanted to tell you yesterday,” Yan Cheng said. “Though I haven’t dealt much with Ge Hailong, his strength yesterday was unusually strong. Normally, I could handle him alone.”

Yet so many tried yesterday, failing to subdue Ge Hailong.

Yan Cheng sensed something was off, but didn’t dwell on it until this morning when Ge Hailong vanished, cold sweat breaking out.

“What about Chen Ming?” Zhong Qingxiao asked.

Yan Cheng pointed to the corner, “Still sleeping there.”

The outcome seemed grim. Ge Hailong and Chen Ming were inseparable; if Ge Hailong fled, Chen Ming would be isolated, facing more hostility.

Zhong Qingxiao frowned, “Well, at least we know he’s out there.”

Ge Hailong, what kind of monster would he be? Surely not worse than the hospital one, Zhong Qingxiao felt calmer.

“Sigh, we’ll need more night guards,” Yan Cheng sighed, helplessly ruffling his hair, muttering, “It’s hell, this life.”

Beside him, Zhao Xucheng smirked, hell? Only for the weak, lambs to slaughter, hell everywhere.

Chen Ming was formally notified to leave. Upon hearing, his rage was expected.

“Why should I leave? Did you buy this building? Show me the deed, or stop making a fool of yourself.”

“Illegal? You’re talking about illegal,” Qin Mei sneered, “You incited Ge Hailong to kill, didn’t you? Is incitement illegal?”

Chen Ming shrugged, “What he did has nothing to do with me. Did you see me incite? Any proof?”

“Beat him,” Qin Mei suggested to Yan Cheng, “Like before, he deserves it.”

Yan Cheng glared at Chen Ming, who had avoided him since the last beating, now quivering, “Where can I go… You’re sending me to die.”

“Then die,” Qin Mei rolled her eyes, “I’d love for you to die.”

At that moment, news came from the women’s dormitory-Zheng Xiangyu had awakened.

After days of unconsciousness, her condition improved, Yan Cheng and others rushed to check.

Zheng Xiangyu’s bandaged face could be unwrapped, revealing deep red on the left side, resembling a skull beneath human skin.

Grandma Zhong rose, saying, “Being alive is good, young one, don’t focus on appearance.”

Zheng Xiangyu looked away from the mirror, saying, “It’s fine, Grandma.”

Her face was ordinary, makeup could cover any scar.

Footsteps approached, Zheng Xiangyu turned, meeting Yan Cheng’s hesitant gaze.

“Thank you,” she said, “I’ll repay the food you spent on me, or how would you like me to repay?”

Zheng Xiangyu was an adult, understanding Yan Cheng’s thoughts. If her face didn’t deter him, she didn’t mind.

Seeing her, Yan Cheng knew she was better, averting his gaze, saying, “No rush.”

Zheng Xiangyu left the dorm, her eyes locking onto Chen Ming, approaching step by step.

Her scar was terrifying, hinting at monster bite marks, Chen Ming frowned, disgusted by her, but stayed silent.

After all, only he and Zheng Xiangyu were outsiders now. Damn, being a woman was great, always having someone to rely on.

Chen Ming couldn’t resist, sneering at Zheng Xiangyu, “You think someone wants to sleep with you?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Zheng Xiangyu pulled a cigarette from her pocket, crumpled from storage, slowly exhaling smoke at Chen Ming, laughing, “I didn’t choose you, trash.”

Chen Ming’s face changed, ready to curse, but Zheng Xiangyu continued, “I heard Ge Hailong vanished, you’re in trouble, huh?”

“Did you know a third of the money you gave me went to him?” Zheng Xiangyu sneered, grabbing a can from the wall, smashing it into Chen Ming’s face.

Over and over, Zheng Xiangyu hit him, ignoring his screams, using all her strength.

But after days of lying down, she lacked strength, soon pushed away by Chen Ming, Yan Cheng catching her.

Chen Ming, bleeding, pointed at Zheng Xiangyu, cursing, “Bitch! You’re a bitch! Ungrateful, who brought you from the front desk…”

“Enough, Chen,” Zheng Xiangyu snapped, “Stay if you dare, I’ll kill you myself. Ge Hailong’s gone, what can you do besides shout? Stay if you’re not afraid, I’ll kill you.”

Ah, humans, infighting.

Luo Ke hid behind Zhong Qingxiao, watching with interest.

Zheng Xiangyu turned to leave, then remembered, facing Chen Ming, “By the way, your bird is tiny, smaller than Ge Hailong’s, trash.”

Chen Ming’s face turned blue and white, furious, but Yan Cheng was watching, he couldn’t beat Yan Cheng.

In the crowd, Luo Ke’s eyes widened.

“Bird?” She scanned Chen Ming, “Does he have a bird?”

Zhong Qingxiao felt tense, wanting to ignore it, but fearing Xiao Ke would ask others, he whispered, “No… every man has…”

He thought he’d hinted enough, but Luo Ke didn’t understand, searching Zhong Qingxiao.

“Do you have one, Zhong Qingxiao? Did you secretly keep a bird?”

Her voice was distinctive, the corridor small, drawing several glances.

“Show me, Zhong Qingxiao! I want to see!” Luo Ke’s tone was serious, she was the owner, her pet couldn’t keep other things.

Someone laughed, teasingly, under the gaze of many, Zhong Qingxiao blushed, covering his girlfriend’s mouth, whispering, “I’ll show you at home, don’t talk.”

Zheng Xiangyu laughed, amusing, a naive schoolgirl, how old? Teens? Early twenties?

But she was beautiful, even bare-faced, making Zheng Xiangyu envious.

Her nature tempted her to provoke, looking at Luo Ke, “You’re pretty, little sister, your man must love your face.”

“Hey…” Yan Cheng tried to stop her, but too late.

Luo Ke turned, realizing this human was speaking to her…

She approached, her deep eyes meeting Zheng Xiangyu’s, the confined space making Zheng Xiangyu shiver, Luo Ke reached out, making her tremble.

“You’re not bad,” Luo Ke smiled, her lips sweetly scented, her cool fingers touching Zheng Xiangyu’s scar.

The unhealed flesh, slightly painful.

Zheng Xiangyu wanted to retreat, but Luo Ke withdrew her hand.

She laughed, “A mere human defeated a monster, that’s a badge.”

A splendid badge, making this human woman much more agreeable.

Zheng Xiangyu’s lips tightened, her fear slowly transforming, becoming calm.

“Yes…” She touched her face, “It’s my badge.”