My Girlfriend's a Monster - Chapter 61

When Zhong Qingxiao woke up again, it was already dark. He glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table; the time showed 19:38.

It’s already evening, no wonder he felt a bit hungry. Just as he was about to move his somewhat stiff body, he saw Xiao Ke’s entire head buried in his clothes.

Feeling much better after a nap, Zhong Qingxiao patted his girlfriend’s head and asked, “Xiao Ke, are you hungry? Shall we go out and grab something to eat?”

Upon hearing his voice, Luo Ke slowly emerged.

“Boiled beef!” she eagerly suggested.

“Alright.” Zhong Qingxiao stretched lazily and got out of bed. He touched his lower back, feeling very comfortable; Xiao Ke must have massaged him for a long time, he vaguely felt it in his dreams.

No work, nothing to worry about, just lying in the bedroom and sleeping the afternoon away felt so good. Zhong Qingxiao couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this.

Sleeping together with someone is indeed different from sleeping alone.

By this time, the two elders should have already eaten. When Zhong Qingxiao opened the fridge, he saw the leftover blanched bok choy from the afternoon. Vegetables had become quite a precious resource, and now the family could eat them every day thanks to the seeds Xiao Ke brought back.

“No bean sprouts, can we do without bean sprouts, Xiao Ke? There’s no tofu either.” Zhong Qingxiao frowned. The fridge wasn’t lacking in ingredients, but the variety was very limited. The only vegetable was bok choy, though there were still some Sichuan peppercorns left in the kitchen, but nothing else to use as side dishes.

“Should we go shopping?” Luo Ke stood behind him, looking at the fridge. “I want hotpot, Zhong Qingxiao, spicy hotpot.”

“You really know how to choose.” Zhong Qingxiao turned to look at her and smiled. “If we find the chance tomorrow, we’ll go out. Hotpot base shouldn’t be hard to find, and pre-made foods like rice cakes should also be available.”

After selecting the ingredients, Zhong Qingxiao began to season and prepare the dish. Then he saw his girlfriend close the kitchen’s sliding door and come in, snuggling into his clothes and kissing his spine.

The ticklish sensation made Zhong Qingxiao’s body tremble slightly; he was almost at a loss.

“Xiao Ke! I’m cooking.”

His girlfriend seemed like a sex addict; her frequency of need in this area left Zhong Qingxiao in awe.

Luo Ke rolled her eyes and asked, “Then I’ll go for a walk and come back later.”

Zhong Qingxiao was cooking, and it was dark, seemingly a good time to deal with Zhao Xucheng.

“Okay.” Zhong Qingxiao didn’t pay much attention, focused on the ingredients in his hands.

The door to Room 1801 opened a crack, and Luo Ke walked out, heading straight towards the male dormitory of Building B.

Zhao Xucheng… Zhao Xucheng… not here. Luo Ke stopped in front of the male dormitory, but why was the man who was originally excluded added in?

Humans are really strange.

“Anything you need?” Hu Qiang, who was stuffing compressed biscuits into his mouth, looked up and asked.

Though she was always silent, her outstanding appearance always made people notice her immediately-porcelain white face, angelic looks, dressed like a character from a shoujo manga.

Chen Ming’s ambiguous gaze fixed on her.

“Where’s Zhao Xucheng?” Luo Ke asked. Now was a good time; she wanted to act quickly.

“Don’t know, probably went to find Qin Mei.” Hu Qiang shrugged. “Do you need him for something?”

“Urgent matter.” Luo Ke frowned and backed out. Zhao Xucheng was with another human? Hard to kill then.

She didn’t elaborate and quickly left. After she was gone, Chen Ming chuckled and asked, “What was her name?”

Yan Cheng glanced at him impatiently, saying, “I advise you not to make any moves on her; the family in Room 1801 is quite formidable.”

For such an idiot, this level of intimidation should be enough, right?

However, Chen Ming wasn’t listening at all and asked again, “Is Zhao Xucheng that popular with women? Isn’t he in a sibling-like relationship with another girl? Why would he ignore such a beautiful sister for a sibling-like relationship?”

Yan Cheng didn’t bother with him, got up, and left the room for some fresh air.

As soon as he stepped out, he witnessed a scene that seemed like a battlefield-Zhao Xucheng and Qin Mei coming down from upstairs, while Luo Ke stood right in front, staring at them.

Yan Cheng’s eyes widened. This, really? Isn’t Luo Ke in a relationship with Zhong Qingxiao? Rumor has it they’re almost getting married, living together and having issues? Luo Ke boldly cheating on Zhao Xucheng right in front?

Human curiosity is not much less than a cat’s; he stood still, silently observing.

“Ah, Miss Luo.” Zhao Xucheng smiled without changing his expression, “What brings you here?”

Luo Ke spoke directly: “You and I, alone for five minutes, on the rooftop.”

Her tone was devoid of any emotion, flat like a machine, making it hard to think otherwise. Qin Mei didn’t ask further and left directly.

Once she was gone, Zhao Xucheng instantly changed his address: “Little beauty, what’s up?”

“Isn’t it you who wanted something from me?” Luo Ke pursed her lips, “I specifically made time to find you.”

Luo Ke’s words made Zhao Xucheng feel somewhat flattered. His gaze swept over her pale pink lips, as beautiful as cherry blossoms, his nerves almost excited.

Zhao Xucheng chuckled twice: “Alright, shall we go to the rooftop?”

Luo Ke’s eyes curved into a smile.

As they walked past the staircase connecting the 18th and 19th floors, Luo Ke spoke up, “Regarding what you mentioned the other day, about that voice, there’s something urgent I want to ask you.”

Zhao Xucheng didn’t expect her to be so direct, raising an eyebrow, “What’s up?”

“Do you have a recording?”

Standing on the 19th floor, Luo Ke halted, her dark eyes fixed on Zhao Xucheng’s face.

That inexplicable, eerie feeling rose again, especially since it was nighttime, the stairwell unlit, illuminated only by the moonlight streaming through the narrow window.

Zhao Xucheng’s breathing suddenly became a bit rapid, his heart constricting sharply, as if beyond his control, making the entire space feel suffocating.

So damp… What’s going on?

“Recording?” Zhao Xucheng tried hard to ignore the discomfort in his body, looking at Luo Ke in surprise, then said, “Of course not.”

He was lying.

He did record it.

Zhong Qingxiao’s voice.

Luo Ke pressed her lips together, “Can I see your phone? I only need three minutes.”

“That’s not possible, it’s personal privacy, I can’t give it to you,” Zhao Xucheng pouted, thinking there might be a new romantic encounter tonight, only to find it was someone coming to confront him, “Besides, I didn’t bring it with me.”

He didn’t bring it? Luo Ke furrowed her brows deeply, silently controlling the density of the moisture in the space to gradually decrease… Killing him now would be meaningless.

The evidence must be destroyed as well.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving.” Zhao Xucheng had already bypassed her, heading down the stairs.

“You recorded it, didn’t you?” Luo Ke spoke behind him, though it was a question, her tone was already quite certain.

Zhao Xucheng chuckled, growing impatient with this woman, ah, he had made a special trip here, and this boring woman was actually confronting him.

“Yeah, I did record it, what can you do about it?” Zhao Xucheng glanced at Luo Ke, even though one foot was already in the light, he was almost silenced by Luo Ke’s gaze.

What’s with this terrifying woman, always giving him an unusually frightening feeling.

Not wanting to be outdone, he provocatively added, “If you dare undress in front of me, I’ll give you the recording back, how about that? Haha.”

He almost forced a laugh at the end, his voice trembling, and after leaving this remark, he didn’t dare look back, fleeing downstairs.

So scary! Too frightening, that feeling just now.

Just now in the stairwell, Zhao Xucheng caught a glimpse of Luo Ke, even having the illusion-she didn’t seem to have eyeballs, her eyes were completely two deep, empty holes, too terrifying!

His face pale, heart racing, he fled downstairs into the men’s dormitory as if escaping for his life.

“What’s wrong with you?” Yan Cheng asked curiously, wasn’t he going up with Luo Ke, how come he came down so quickly?

Zhao Xucheng’s complexion was extremely poor, unable to speak, he waved his hand repeatedly, shaking his head.

He seemed to have walked through hell, that feeling just now, was completely hell.

On the 19th floor, Luo Ke still stood quietly, alone for a full minute before slowly descending the stairs.

Damn humans, simply killing them was no longer enough to quell her anger, she wanted Zhao Xucheng to live a life worse than death.

Luo Ke passed by the entrance of the men’s dormitory with a gloomy expression, perhaps because the presence of people bolstered Zhao Xucheng’s courage, he looked at Luo Ke again, seemingly thinking she wasn’t so terrifying after all.

Damn, that really scared him just now, how does Zhong Qingxiao sleep with this woman?

Upon opening the door to her home, Luo Ke was greeted by the aroma of food, she first went to the sink to wash her hands, then saw the boiled beef already set on the dining table.

“Have some rice,” Zhong Qingxiao was serving rice, “I made a lot, do you mind if we eat together?”

Luo Ke shook her head, she could share everything with her dear wife.

Dinner was harmonious, it was still early, and after washing up, there would be some free time.

Luo Ke said, “Tonight I want to watch a documentary about the underwater world.”

Zhong Qingxiao knew he couldn’t correct her, nodded, “Alright, you can go to the room and find the film, I’ll come over after I finish washing the dishes.”

While washing the dishes, the door to Luo Meihua’s room opened, Luo Ke heard the sound and walked over, seeing Mrs. Luo Meihua enter the bathroom, use the toilet, then come out to wash her hands, meowing twice at Little Tangerine lying on the doormat.

Luo Ke glanced at Zhong Qingxiao still busy in the kitchen, thoughtfully walking over.

“Mom,” Luo Ke spoke.

“What’s up?” Luo Meihua responded, her daughter rarely took the initiative to talk to her.

Luo Ke tapped her lips with her finger, her eyes flashing as she sought confirmation, “How many times a week can humans mate without dying?”

…

After a moment of silence, Luo Meihua found her voice, “…Ah?”

“Zhong Qingxiao,” Luo Ke mentioned his name, glancing at the kitchen again, “He said doing it too much would be fatal, where’s the limit?”

“…” Mrs. Luo Meihua’s mouth hung open, unsure what to say, after a while, she replied with the professional knowledge she understood, “At most, don’t exceed five times a week.”

“I see.”

She wasn’t brushing her off, it seemed it really could be fatal… Luo Ke sighed and turned to leave, leaving Mrs. Luo Meihua staring at her daughter’s back for a long time.

Has her prospective son-in-law already faced this kind of trouble? Her daughter…!