A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 33

Today, Sang Zhancheng finished her meal in just twenty minutes.

Mu Jiahui had set her lunch break to only forty-five minutes, leaving her twenty-five minutes to sleep.

Sang Zhancheng was unwilling to waste even a single minute.

After spending a few days together, she knew that if she dallied in bed later, Mu Jiahui was truly capable of grabbing her by the collar and dragging her to the study desk.

“I’m going to the vegetable market. If I’m not back in half an hour, remember to get up and look at your chemistry,” Mu Jiahui said, jingling the keys in her hand.

“Okay,” Sang Zhancheng replied. What do you mean? I can still sleep for half an hour.

Sang Zhancheng closed her eyes, feeling very pleased.

She hadn’t set an alarm herself; if Mu Jiahui happened to take an hour, she could just keep sleeping.

However, Mu Jiahui had left her phone behind.

She very thoughtfully set a twenty-five-minute alarm and placed the phone right next to Sang Zhancheng’s pillow before leaving the house.

While out running earlier, Mu Jiahui had already mapped out the facilities near the residential complex.

There was a shopping mall nearby, and a bit further away was the kind of vegetable market that elderly people loved.

Elderly Mu walked briskly into the market.

Vegetable markets were cheap and fast—the favorite of every penny-pincher.

Normally, picking out vegetables wouldn’t take much time, but since this was an alien world, there were many crops Mu Jiahui didn’t recognize, so she had to ask the stall owners one by one.

During this process, Mu Jiahui discovered a problem—or rather, a business opportunity.

Most people didn’t realize that the taste of food differed for different races.

For instance, the blue cauliflower she had noted earlier might be a delicacy to a succubus but might be nauseating to a human.

Perhaps she could start a business in this field.

The food industry was something she had never touched; it was unfamiliar, but it also made Mu Jiahui very excited.

Opening a path in an unfamiliar field was quite a challenge.

Bargaining was what consumed the most time.

Even someone as experienced as Mu Jiahui had to put in a lot of effort when facing a group of stubborn Lizardmen.

Fortunately, the results were good. She haggled a price from eighty yuan down to thirty.

If the spikes on the stall owner’s tail hadn’t looked like they were about to fly off, Mu Jiahui would have haggled even further.

It was said that Lizardmen loved money and were often unscrupulous merchants; those who couldn’t get into big malls would set up stalls in vegetable markets.

Nevertheless, their goods were fresh and of high quality, so most people just accepted being overcharged.

But after a while, for some reason, a rumor began to spread in the market: there was a human wearing glasses who was the reincarnation of a miserly demon, even more terrifying than the Lizardmen.

The “terrifying” Mu Jiahui had no idea that her habit of bargaining would be turned into such a strange legend.

She only felt that she had saved fifty yuan and could buy more desserts for the kid, which made her feel physically and mentally delighted.

On her way back, she conveniently bought a cup of milk tea for Sang Zhancheng.

At the same time, in Sang Zhancheng’s bedroom, the annoying alarm went off.

Sang Zhancheng was still dreaming of stumbling along with Mu Jiahui.

Just as they reached a critical moment, the alarm went ding, waking Sang Zhancheng halfway.

Sang Zhancheng wasn’t fully conscious yet and thought it was a sound made by Mu Jiahui.

She murmured, rolled over, and pulled the quilt over her head to block out the noise, continuing to “tumble” in her dream with a Mu Jiahui who was making strange noises.

Ten minutes later, Mu Jiahui returned home.

Her neighbor was standing at the door, knocking, with a look of visible irritation.

“Finally, someone is here. Something in your house has been ringing constantly, and it’s very loud.” The neighbor had a pair of very ornate and large horns, looking like a Deer-person.

Mu Jiahui indeed heard a muffled sound, though it wasn’t clear. She didn’t know what it was—surely it couldn’t be the alarm?

“I’m sorry, I’ll go check right away.” Maintaining neighborly harmony was very important, so Mu Jiahui hurried to apologize to the neighbor.

“It’s fine. This building has good soundproofing, but our race has very sensitive hearing. Just don’t have it that loud next time.” The neighbor pointed to her horns and yawned.

“I remember a succubus lives here, right?” She glanced at Mu Jiahui, sensing no trace of magic on her.

“Yes. I am her partner.” Mu Jiahui could now say these words without hesitation.

The neighbor nodded. “Go turn it off then. Goodbye.”

Upon opening the door, Mu Jiahui finally heard the alarm clearly.

A feature of her phone alarm was that if it was ignored, it would gradually increase from the lowest volume to the maximum.

Ten minutes had passed, and it was now at maximum volume, ringing incessantly.

Even listening to it for half a minute was almost unbearable for Mu Jiahui.

She rushed into Sang Zhancheng’s bedroom and silenced the alarm.

The death-knell-like ringing finally stopped.

Mu Jiahui breathed a sigh of relief and then poked the mound of the quilt.

Even this didn’t wake her. She must sleep like a pig.

No, even a pig would have jumped out of its pen with that much noise. This “little pudding” really slept more than a pig.

Mu Jiahui poked a few more times, and the bundle moved like a caterpillar. Or rather, like a turtle—move once for every ten pokes.

Sang Zhancheng opened her eyes groggily.

She felt somewhat weak. Seeing it was Mu Jiahui, she moved closer to her and murmured, “Kiss kiss.”

She had subconsciously used her magic to create a sound-blocking shield earlier.

She was supposed to have replenished it during lunch, but she had forgotten.

Now, her magic was severely depleted, and the dream from earlier had left her feeling hot and restless. Left with only her succubus instincts, she pressed against Mu Jiahui and began to nuzzle her.

Feeling an itch at her waist, Mu Jiahui pushed the little succubus away without mercy.

Oversleeping for ten minutes while a loud alarm was blaring, and she still wanted a kiss? In her dreams.

It would be a mercy if Mu Jiahui didn’t punish her with five sets of exam papers.

“Mumu… magic…” Sang Zhancheng managed to squeeze out one sentence.

So it was time to replenish magic. Mu Jiahui sighed and set another five-minute alarm on her phone.

She had agreed last time—only five minutes at a time, absolutely no more.

The moment her lips touched Sang Zhancheng’s, Mu Jiahui forgot the alarm she had just set.

The little succubus had applied lip balm; today’s kiss smelled like the fragrance of roses but tasted like lychee.

It was sweet but not cloying, with the softness of lips and the resilience of a tongue—better than the taste of any high-end dessert.

As they kissed, Mu Jiahui was pulled onto the bed.

Sang Zhancheng’s hands wrapped around her waist, restless and scratching, making Mu Jiahui feel very itchy.

But Mu Jiahui didn’t have the spare mental energy to stop Sang Zhancheng’s hands.

The succubus race was truly magical. Just one kiss was enough to make someone lose themselves.

Mu Jiahui was no exception.

Actually, before yesterday, her will had been very firm.

But today, more than once, she wondered if something was wrong with her.

Otherwise, why was her body always so hot?

And why did she resist getting close to the girl while simultaneously craving this unusual intimacy?

Sang Zhancheng had no psychological burden.

Kissing felt good, so she kept kissing. Mu Jiahui’s waist felt good to touch, so she didn’t want to stop.

When Sang Zhancheng’s hand slid under Mu Jiahui’s clothes, Mu Jiahui finally moved.

Her body trembled because of that warm hand.

The alarm went off at that moment.

Luckily. Mu Jiahui’s mind cleared. She held down the restless Sang Zhancheng and silenced the alarm.

Yet, she felt a sense of pity… pity for what?

Sang Zhancheng blinked her almond-shaped eyes. The glazed color was so enchanting that it made Mu Jiahui avoid her gaze.

“Mumu?” This alarm is so annoying, ringing constantly, can’t block it out, and it interrupted my kissing. I’m going to curse the alarm to fail tomorrow!

“…Ahem. You should have replenished some by now, right? Do two sets of problems this afternoon, then we’ll talk.” Mu Jiahui practically fled from the bed.

She, a “straight-as-steel” woman, shouldn’t be feeling this way.

She must be sick.