After Teasing the Crazy Mermaid, He Actually Deceived Me into Marriage - Chapter 2

His deep blue peach-blossom eyes were unfathomable, the tips of his butterfly-wing-like lashes tinged with the same snowy hue as his silver hair. His features were exquisitely beautiful, almost overwhelmingly enchanting. A dark robe cascaded down like spilled ink, its design intricate and unusual, with faint silver patterns shimmering along the collar like traces of starlight. His long silver hair fell loosely to his chest, pure as freshly fallen snow.

His beauty hovered between an ethereal coldness and a captivating allure, as though he were an immortal banished from an ancient painting.

Yet his aura was detached and oppressive, carrying a sense of tranquil madness.

She froze for two seconds before recalling the monster she had just witnessed. The image merged with this breathtakingly handsome face, causing her legs to give way. She collapsed to the ground, looking up at him in sheer terror.

The low, obscure words he had spoken earlier were incomprehensible, Si Tang was certain they did not belong to any human language.

He narrowed his eyes, studying her as if the bloody scene moments ago had nothing to do with him. His gaze held the curiosity of someone examining an intriguing toy, with a strangely misplaced touch of childishness.

In his eyes, she was undoubtedly weak and pitiful.

But her soul was fresh and delicious.

However, he was already full.

It seemed he knew she couldn’t understand him. After a brief moment of contemplation, he astonishingly mastered human language in an instant.

“So weak,” he sneered softly. Then, his tone abruptly turned icy as he questioned, “Earlier, did you see?”

Instinctively, Si Tang shook her head repeatedly, her eyes brimming with a desperate will to survive. “No, I didn’t see anything!”

Ignoring her reaction, he studied her thoughtfully for a few moments before continuing, “There’s a barrier here. You shouldn’t have been able to see.”

At this thought, his gaze swept around subconsciously, only to realize that this island was not outside the barrier.

Meanwhile, Si Tang was still reeling in shock.

A barrier?

She never imagined something that only existed in novels and TV dramas would unfold before her very eyes.

From what he implied, it seemed no one outside the barrier could witness what had just happened.

But she had seen it. Was he going to silence her to keep the secret?

A shudder ran through her, and she instinctively shrank back, reacting purely out of fear of the unknown danger.

He looked at her, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, as though considering how to deal with her.

“In that case.”

She would make a decent emergency food supply.

He lightly stroked his chin, his tone drawn out, but he didn’t finish his sentence.

Before Si Tang could hear the rest, he moved beside her in an instant and seized her wrist.

The temperature of his hand was frighteningly cold nothing like a human’s. But within seconds, a flash of white light enveloped them, and a rush of strong wind swept past her ears. When her senses returned, she found herself inside a cave.

Just as quickly, he released her hand, tossing her unceremoniously onto a pile of hay without a hint of chivalry.

The man stood gracefully before her, poised like an elegant orchid or a jade tree, and even took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands with evident distaste.

Utterly despicable.

Si Tang: “…”

As her mind raced, bracing for whatever he might do next, she heard him speak calmly.

“From now on, you’ll live here.”

“?”

Her doubtful gaze lingered on his face, but his expression remained as aloof and striking as ever. Instantly, the memory of the monstrous creature resurfaced, and she averted her eyes reflexively, not daring to look at him again.

He paid no attention to her reaction or perhaps he simply didn’t care. With a soft snap of his fingers, candlelight flickered to life along the dark stone walls.

The orange candlelight fell upon his face, casting a breathtaking, almost unnaturally beautiful visage that somehow felt dangerously chilling.

Si Tang huddled uneasily on the haystack, countless conjectures flashing through her mind. Before this unknown power, she was undeniably insignificant.

What would he do next. kill her? Or perhaps, eat her?

In the heavy silence, Si Tang could feel his gaze roaming over her, inspecting her like a specimen.

Just as she attempted to formulate some communication, a sharp “ding” echoed through the air.

He had manipulated his trident to hover before her.

Two sea fish were skewered on the trident’s prongs. The next moment, the fish dropped to the ground as he recalled the weapon back to his hand.

The oppressive pressure instantly dissipated. Si Tang instinctively looked toward him.

“Hungry?” He actually smiled, a strangely gentle curve of his lips illuminated by the candlelight.

Uncertain of his intentions, Si Tang hesitated but didn’t dare ignore the question. She nodded honestly.

His smile deepened, his clear azure eyes appearing profound in the dim light.

“Then eat.” His gaze fell upon the sea fish before her, his meaning unmistakable.

Si Tang studied him for two seconds before intense hunger gripped her stomach.

It seemed he wasn’t planning to kill her just yet.

Crouching down, she picked up the fish, carefully brushing off the clinging straw fragments. She glanced at him again, confirming the absence of murderous intent in his eyes, and allowed herself to relax slightly.

Scanning her surroundings for materials to start a fire, she was interrupted by his cool voice.

“What are you looking for?”

“Fire.” She gestured toward the fish in her hand, noticing a flicker of confusion in his eyes. “We… don’t eat raw food. We eat it cooked.”

“What’s the difference?” He seemed to be recalling something, genuinely curious in his inquiry.

After all, he only consumed raw sustenance.

Si Tang confirmed he remained an unknown creature completely lacking human common sense.

“Human digestive systems are fragile,” she explained. “Sea fish contain parasites, viruses, and bacteria. Eating them raw… can be life-threatening in severe cases.”

“Such degenerated survival capabilities.”

He clicked his tongue, watching Si Tang while silently thinking:

Never mind. Fine grain needs slow cooking, it would be a waste if she died prematurely.

Of course, Si Tang didn’t know which words had triggered his unexpected compliance. A white light flashed at his fingertips, and a pile of firewood burst into flames before her.

Si Tang slowly began roasting the fish, occasionally stealing glances at him where he now sat on a stone stool nearby.

“You’re not going to kill me?” she asked quietly, curiosity getting the better of her.

“Kill you?” He curved his lips, shaking his head slightly.

Killing before eating would be boring. Fresh prey is best consumed alive.

Unaware of his thoughts, Si Tang felt momentary relief at his denial. Her mind raced with calculations: if he possessed such formidable, unknown power, helping her return to land would be effortless for him. But could she persuade him?

And would he. truly let her go?

For some reason, she felt inexplicably uneasy.

Meanwhile, the fish in her hands finished cooking, its savory aroma wafting through the air. Ravenous, Si Tang began devouring it.

Yet despite her hunger, years of ingrained etiquette kept her movements graceful and refined. The man observed with amused interest in the candlelight.

Truly different from all the humans in his three centuries of memories.

In his mind, humans were greedy, cowardly, vulgar, and ugly with rough features and dark, coarse skin.

Nothing like the one before him now, with delicate skin, refined and beautiful features, snow-white complexion, and dark, glistening eyes like clear, sparkling springs.

And most importantly.

Such a pure soul, he thought, it looks delicious.

Just too thin needs more feeding.

Si Tang finished the first fish and patted her stomach contentedly, thinking to herself, At least he doesn’t seem to eat humans.

But the next moment, she heard him sigh nostalgically.

“It’s been so long since I’ve eaten a human. Your soul smells delicious.”

“…” The wooden skewer in Si Tang’s hand fell.

He turned to look at her, lightly licked the corner of his lips, and gave her a faint smile. His originally cold and divine handsome face instantly turned demonically sinister. In Si Tang’s eyes, he was like a soul-reaping ghost.