The Love-Hate and Grudges Between Me and the Mermaid - Chapter 17

Chapter 17

The rain lasted for a very long time.

In the days that followed, the first thing Bu Yan did upon waking was to get out of bed and lift the curtain to see if the rain had stopped.

The rain was not as highly corrosive as she had imagined; through the window, she could see that the vast majority of houses were still standing.

However, the roofs were in ruins and the walls were precarious, at risk of collapsing at any moment.

Much of the trash that had covered the ground had also disappeared under this torrential downpour.

But soon—

Bu Yan picked up the binoculars on the dressing table and stared fixedly at a place near the coast not far away.

There, several mountains had actually appeared out of thin air.

Huh? Mountains!?

After seeing clearly what the “mountains” were made of, Bu Yan laughed in spite of her anger. No wonder the trash was gone; it turned out all the garbage had concentrated at the seaside.

It had even been piled into small hills by some “kind-hearted” soul.

One after another, they surrounded the entire city.

Bu Yan picked up her phone, intending to check today’s news, when she was suddenly enveloped from behind by a burning embrace.

“Sister…”

Her shoulder sank as a round head rested against it.

Through the thin pajamas, she could clearly feel soft, fine hair pressing against her body, swaying slightly as its owner acted spoiled.

“Let’s sleep a little longer~”

Ian lowered her head, pressing it against Bu Yan, swaying it up, down, left, and right as if drawing circles. She seemed to truly want the human to sleep with her a bit more; her tone was extremely soft, sweet, and waxy. Bu Yan’s heart melted halfway just hearing it.

“Okay.” She curled the corners of her mouth, patted Ian’s hand wrapped around her waist, drew the curtains, and followed her lead back to the bed.

This was a large bed, two meters by two meters. Previously when sleeping, Bu Yan and Ian had each taken one side with a plush doll placed in the middle, never crossing the line.

But this time…

Ian took the doll away, lay in the middle, and beckoned her to the center as well: “Sister, come a little closer.”

Hearing this, Bu Yan subconsciously thought Ian was suffering from psychological trauma due to the family changes and was afraid to sleep alone, so she budged toward the middle of the bed.

“A little closer.”

But Yan moved a bit more.

“Just a little more.”

Under the covers, Bu Yan’s legs shifted.

“A little more?” Dissatisfied with Bu Yan’s movements, Ian propped herself up with one hand, her eyelids half-drooped as she stared down into the other’s eyes. She watched silently for a few seconds before speaking.

“I can’t go any further…”

Bu Yan turned over, avoiding that oppressive and aggressive gaze.

Further my foot! She wasn’t the original host. Normal hugging was one thing, but sleeping pressed tightly together was absolutely out of the question!

She couldn’t steal the person’s body and their wife either.

Bu Yan reached out and forcibly stuffed the doll back between them.

She had done it wrong again.

Ian stared at Bu Yan’s figure, pondering at which step she had made a mistake. Finding no answer, she ducked into the blankets dejectedly.

Fishing her phone out from under the pillow, Ian opened that book yet again—the electronic version of 101 Ways to Coax Your Wife.

Flipping to the latest part she had read, it said one must master the degree of “playing hard to get.”

Be assertive when you should be assertive; show weakness when you should show weakness.

Below was an example, followed by a paragraph of black text highlighted in red: If you make your wife angry, you MUST show weakness! Believe the author no one dislikes a clingy “big dog” type, especially if you look at her with watery eyes.

Cry…

But she didn’t know how to cry.

She couldn’t produce tears. Previously, relying on her act of being a stubborn person to make Bu Yan pity her and keep her around, she would cover her eyes every time she “cried.” It would look like she was heart-wrenchingly devastated and desperate, but in reality, there wasn’t a single tear.

To be honest, there were several times she truly couldn’t keep up the act. She didn’t understand why she had to please her like this; she wished she could just turn Bu Yan into a puppet without emotions or self-awareness.

To make it so her mind only held Ian, so she could only speak to Ian, and would obey Ian unconditionally.

But rationality told her she wasn’t allowed to.

If she did that, Bu Yan would be dead and not just spiritually.

She didn’t want her to die. At least, not now.

“Sister…” Ian originally intended to let it go and let Bu Yan stay quiet to cool off; she tried her best to control herself so as not to bother her.

But for some reason, her abdomen suddenly felt very uncomfortable. She remembered the “menstruation” Bu Yan had mentioned before.

Humans are strange creatures; there are always those few days where they bleed down there, and some even experience stomach pain.

Perhaps her “period” was coming again.

Surprisingly, she didn’t feel any blood flowing, nor did she smell any blood. She just had an uncontrollable urge to find Bu Yan, to hug her tightly, stroke her, bite her neck, touch her, and make her cry for her.

Seeing that Bu Yan didn’t make a sound, she grew bold and continued to call out, “Bu Yan…”

Still no response.

Ian gave up, lying flat on the bed to digest her physical discomfort alone. On the surface, she was calm, devoid of desire, and indifferent, but in reality, her mind was a mess, split into two factions: one was terrified that Bu Yan was angry and would discard her, while the other desperately restrained her from approaching Bu Yan to avoid making her angrier.

“Bu Yan.”

Ian couldn’t help but call out again, “I was wrong.”

“Sister, talk to me, okay…”

Apparently not okay.

Turning her head, the smiling face of the doll was also facing her, as if mocking her for being timid and cowardly.

Then…

Ian simply threw the doll into the corner of the wall and squeezed behind Bu Yan on her own accord.

“Sister, let’s not be angry, okay? Don’t give me the silent treatment, I’m scared…”

“I’ll never do it again, okay? Just acknowledge me…”

“Fine, I won’t say I’ll sleep with you anymore!”

Bu Yan still didn’t move.

In her frustration, Ian resorted to her ultimate moves praising the Alien God and using cringe internet slang.

But Yan liked neither of these.

Though the former had seen some change, it wasn’t much.

She could sense that Bu Yan hadn’t truly converted to the Alien God or surrendered herself to Him.

As for the latter… She knew Bu Yan really, really disliked it.

She was a stuffy traditionalist, an “old cadre” who loathed the internet and couldn’t accept those popular terms and memes.

But even after saying all that, Bu Yan still didn’t respond.

Not a single glance or movement.

Having run out of options, Ian could only pull Bu Yan over to confront her face-to-face about why she was acting like this . After she had clearly apologized, she still wouldn’t forgive her.

But then she saw that Bu Yan’s eyes were tightly shut; she had fallen asleep at some unknown point.

“I…” Ian’s anger instantly deflated. She helplessly pinched Bu Yan’s face, her voice trembling violently at some point, broken and sobbing: “I… hate you so much.”