The Love-Hate and Grudges Between Me and the Mermaid - Chapter 19

Chapter 18

Hate was hate.

But the things she wanted to do to Bu Yan couldn’t be abandoned just because of that.

She wanted to be close to Bu Yan too much.

Both physically and spiritually.

Bu Yan was no ordinary person; her mental circuits were completely out of sync with this world. Although this left Ian baffled at times, she admitted that she had been attracted to it. She had even tried to view the world from Bu Yan’s perspective, but she failed every time.

She was still obsessed with the status quo.

In Bu Yan’s words, it was—

Unhygienic, filthy, cluttered, disgusting, and decadent… death.

She had once thought about filling the house with trash, like the streets outside and other people’s homes, but she had abandoned all those ideas for fear of making Bu Yan angry.

But now, watching Bu Yan sleep as if she didn’t have a care in the world, Ian’s head buzzed with frustration. If she had known, she would have filled the house with trash long ago!

From beginning to end, she was the only one living in fear and anxiety.

Ian held a breath of suppressed anger in her chest. In a vent of frustration, she pulled Bu Yan’s arm away, forcing her into an open, defenseless posture, and aggressively shrunk herself into her embrace.

“I hate you!”

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Ian bit Bu Yan once, speaking harshly.

The internet said that humans, especially one’s partner, were most afraid of hearing the other person say they hated them. Ian usually didn’t dare, but now that Bu Yan was asleep, she became unscrupulous, biting Bu Yan here and there, venting her dissatisfaction from the past few days.

“Other wives can hold each other to sleep at night, why won’t you let me!”

“I’m going to hold you, I’m just going to hold you! Hit me if you’ve got the guts!”

Ian held Bu Yan awkwardly, her arm hooked around her neck, her chest pressed tight against her. She gave Bu Yan’s neck a sharp peck as if to blow off steam.

To call it a peck was actually a bite; to call it a bite, it felt more like a kiss.

Ian couldn’t understand herself. She wanted to kiss and she wanted to bite; in truth, she just wanted to leave her mark on Bu Yan.

Since she couldn’t leave a mark by kissing, she had to bite one out.

Her clean, translucent red lips pressed against the soft flesh of the neck. Her tongue lightly licked to relax the area, and finally, her teeth clamped down hard.

This was like a mark.

In nature, regardless of the species, creatures leave marks on their possessions or territory to declare ownership and the extent of their domain.

In the human world, Ian had observed that they also left things in places that belonged to them, the most obvious being houses.

Once humans have a home, they fill it with various furniture and decorate the walls with beautiful paintings to make the home cozy and give themselves a sense of belonging. This, too, is a mark.

She had no home; she only had Bu Yan.

Bu Yan was hers, so she had to leave a mark on her body as well.

The more she thought this way, the harder she bit.

It wasn’t until a liquid that didn’t belong to her flowed out and her mouth was filled with the metallic taste of blood that Ian stopped.

That’s more like it. This is good.

Ian’s brow smoothed out. She squinted her eyes with satiety, her anger completely dissipated, and lay down peacefully.

This mark isn’t perfect, Ian thought before falling asleep. She shouldn’t have let Bu Yan stay asleep. If she were awake, she would be holding her tightly too, sweat and blood would be mixed together, and Bu Yan would be stifling her cries…

She might coax Bu Yan, or she might not; she might even increase the pressure to make her cry more.

That would be perfect.

If it were really like that, after finishing the marking, she would have licked the bloodstains clean for Bu Yan and cleaned her body, instead of just letting her lie on the bed feeling sticky and uncomfortable all over.

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This time, Bu Yan slept very deeply. She had a dream.

In the dream, she was a little girl about eight or nine years old, standing alone on a beach, facing the vast, boundless sea.

This was her, yet it wasn’t her.

But Yan couldn’t distinguish between them, so she temporarily treated her as the original host.

The little girl held a conch in her hand, blowing it as she walked toward the ocean. Before long, a figure leaped out of the calm waters.

Human torso, fish tail, fins behind the ears, and fingers connected by a thin membrane.

The person walked up to her, the fish tail turned into legs, and the fingers separated, turning into a human in the true sense but without clothes, completely naked.

“Here.” She saw herself hand the person a bag.

The person took it, pulled out the dress inside, and put it on. “Thank you, these clothes are very pretty.”

The weather was beautiful that day, the sunlight so dazzling that Bu Yan couldn’t keep her eyes open. She couldn’t see the person’s face clearly; she only knew that she and the other person were both smiling.

They were smiling very happily and made a promise to meet again next time.

Later, the sun faded. But Yan could open her eyes, but she found that she had also woken up.

Her whole body was stinging, especially her neck.

And there was someone lying on top of her.

Bu Yan’s consciousness was hazy for a moment. Once she realized what had happened, she kicked Ian right off the bed.