The Villain I Loved Has Broken Free and Transmigrated Out of the Story - Chapter 31

Although Cang Lanyan had bluntly rejected her offer, Yin Ya wasn’t surprised.

Such a powerful villain would naturally have a strong sense of pride. She knew how wretched she looked during an allergic reaction, so it was understandable that Cang Lanyan didn’t want her to see her in that state.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Yin Ya asked. “I have medicine to relieve allergies. Would you…”

“Give me the jellyfish,” Cang Lanyan interrupted, but she didn’t unlock the door.

Yin Ya quickly lifted the jellyfish, steadying its half-submerged body with a finger as she passed it over.

Hearing the breathing inside the bathroom grow tense again, Yin Ya felt a flutter of nervousness. But in the next moment, a Spiritual Power Tendril reached out through the bathroom door and plucked the jellyfish from her hand.

After the jellyfish was pulled inside, a curtain of water fell before her eyes. The great villain evidently didn’t even want her to hear her voice in a vulnerable state.

Standing frozen at the door for a few seconds, Yin Ya suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for her own great villain.

Whether human or spirit, those who habitually bear everything alone must have experienced so much loneliness.

Cang Lanyan held the jellyfish in her palm, waiting for the uncomfortable tingling to subside completely. Once it had, she gently pinched the jellyfish’s bell.

Her body remained completely unresponsive, unable to perceive even the most ordinary touch.

This was the expected result. The “self” she had long ago separated. The useless, sluggish, and weak should not reconnect with her senses, nor would it ever leave her body of its own accord to approach others.

Yet again, had that Human Race God made the impossible possible?

Cang Lanyan’s gaze shifted. She brushed aside the jellyfish’s long, clinging tentacles and gently rubbed its bell.

Both times, she saw everything clearly.

The god hadn’t done anything; he had merely indulged his temper, venting his anger on an innocent jellyfish.

The bathroom light illuminated the entire room, casting her disheveled appearance in the mirror.

Cang Lanyan couldn’t understand the strangeness of the other “self.” But after experiencing this shared sense of self for the second time, she found she no longer rejected this state of disarray.

Not only that, she hadn’t even retracted the jellyfish immediately.

After much deliberation, Cang Lanyan stepped into the bathtub and casually turned on the faucet.

Cold water gradually flooded her body. Facing the tightly shut bathroom door, she tossed the jellyfish out of her hand.

When Yin Ya finished washing the dishes and came out, she noticed the bathroom door was still firmly closed, which made her feel slightly anxious.

Allergies were incredibly uncomfortable. Just hearing Cang Lanyan’s restrained voice, she could imagine how miserable her roommate must be.

Yet Cang Lanyan stubbornly refused to let her help. Now, Yin Ya could only pace restlessly outside the door, her anxiety growing.

Yin Ya sighed and walked over to her desk, intending to contact Cen Xiang. But just as she sat down, she saw a long, slender tendril slither onto the desk. Within seconds, the jellyfish she had just returned to Cang Lanyan lazily flopped onto the surface and began inching toward her.

Unable to resist, she gently picked up the jellyfish and glanced toward the bathroom. The water curtain remained intact, and the door was still tightly shut.

“You’re so uncomfortable, yet you’re still spying on me?” Yin Ya said, her words half-joking, half-serious. “You keep asking what I’m afraid of, but I want to ask you. What exactly are you afraid of? Afraid to the point where you eavesdrop on every conversation I have with others?”

The jellyfish lay softly in her palm, quiet and obedient, not making a sound.

Yin Ya didn’t expect it to answer. She pinched the jellyfish’s raised tendril, swirled her finger around its smooth bell, and, taking advantage of its inability to react quickly, gave it a satisfied rub.

Compared to Cang Lanyan, this jellyfish was utterly weak, so weak that even Yin Ya felt she was bullying it by rubbing it.

Yet she couldn’t resist wanting to rub this soft, slippery little creature, placing it in her palm and kneading it, because it was really too cute.

Moreover, Cang Lanyan seemed not to care how Yin Ya treated this “monitor,” so rubbing the jellyfish became her current outlet for venting her emotions.

Though she still couldn’t figure out why the great villain would choose a jellyfish as the vessel for a Surveillance Spell.

*****

In the bathroom, a large pool of water had spread across the tiled floor, draining systematically into the drain.

However, with each flick of the fish tail, more splashes flew out from the bathtub.

In the bathtub, the cold water was quickly running out. But whenever the blue fish tail flicked upward, fresh cold water gushed from the open faucet.

Cang Lanyan couldn’t calm her breathing. The overwhelming sensory input from all directions threatened to overwhelm her sense of self.

Even so, she maintained the sound-blocking water curtain at the door with her spiritual power, suppressing the urge to recall the jellyfish.

Her slender nails continuously scraped across the bathtub surface. Clenching her teeth, she strained to suppress all the inappropriate sounds that threatened to escape.

“It’s been almost half an hour, and Cang Lanyan still hasn’t come out.”

Leaning back in her swivel chair, Yin Ya sighed into her phone. “I hope nothing’s wrong.”

“Don’t worry. Didn’t she leave you that Spiritual Power Jellyfish? If something really happened, she wouldn’t be able to maintain her spiritual power, right?” Cen Xiang’s voice came from the other end. “Actually, I doubt Cang Lanyan is allergic. She’s probably just soaking in the bath and doesn’t want to be disturbed.”

“But I can’t rule out the possibility that she’s having an allergic reaction…” Yin Ya said, her headache worsening.

“Getting worked up won’t help,” Cen Xiang reminded her. “If she doesn’t want to come out, what are you going to do, break her spell and force your way in? Come on, snap out of it! Just focus on your work and stop worrying about her! She’s a thousand-year-old spirit. She’s probably not even allergic to poison, let alone something less harmful!”

Hearing this, Yin Ya realized she was overthinking things. But the truth was, there was nothing she could do right now.

After hanging up, she grabbed her laptop from the bedroom, planning to write some more about common medications for Cang Lanyan.

As she opened the laptop, the jellyfish slowly slithered over and draped one of its tentacles across the screen.

“You can play with it yourself,” Yin Ya said, “I’m going to type.” She skillfully opened the folder where she stored her notes using quick access, created a new document, and began typing furiously as she recalled common medications.

Before long, she felt a cold, slippery sensation on the back of her hand. Looking down, she saw the jellyfish had settled there, its small bell spread out as if it had no intention of leaving.

What was with this old spirit? Even when transforming into a “monitor,” it still wanted to stick close to her.

Yin Ya was torn between laughter and exasperation. Just as she reached out to brush the jellyfish off her hand, it vanished without a trace before she could even touch it.

Startled, she instinctively glanced toward the bathroom door, where the water curtain had also disappeared. She hurried over, knocking and calling, “Cang Lanyan, are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

Hearing the calm, icy voice, Yin Ya finally relaxed. Before she could ask further, Cang Lanyan continued, “Yin Ya, I want some mint.”

“But mint is cooling and can irritate the skin!” Yin Ya protested. “Your allergy just cleared up. It’s best not to…”

“Just bring it,” Cang Lanyan cut her off.

“No! Not unless you let me check for any rash first!” Yin Ya refused. “Mint’s irritation will spread the redness, and you’ll be the one suffering!”

Cang Lanyan remained unresponsive, but Yin Ya heard a soft click, signaling that the lock had opened. She quickly pushed the door open and rushed in to assess the situation.

Her eyes immediately fell upon Cang Lanyan lying sideways in the bathtub, her sky-blue fish tail curled near the faucet. Then she noticed the floor, which was soaked with water.

Is she… soaking in the bath? Yin Ya wondered uncertainly.

But that couldn’t be right. Cang Lanyan wasn’t new to bathing; she wouldn’t have left the floor in such a mess.

Could it be because of her allergy? Yin Ya speculated. Did she soak herself to relieve the itching, only to find it worsened, leading to all this splashing as she scratched?

As these thoughts raced through her mind, Yin Ya hurried to the bathtub. But when she began checking Cang Lanyan’s body for red rashes, the embarrassing doubts that had momentarily subsided resurfaced with renewed force.

“How unbearable is it?” she asked, her words stumbling over each other as she struggled to conceal her fluster. She lifted Cang Lanyan’s arm, scrutinizing every inch of skin with intense focus.

To prevent her own curiosity from getting the better of her, Yin Ya quickly finished checking Cang Lanyan’s upper body, not daring to let her gaze linger too long. She then turned her attention to the mermaid’s fish tail.

“Still not satisfied?” Cang Lanyan’s question made Yin Ya abandon any further examination.

Suppressing the urge to retort, Yin Ya went to the refrigerator, retrieved the box of fresh mint, and brought the entire remaining box back to the bathroom.

“Do I just scatter it in the water?” she asked, pinching a handful of mint.

“Go ahead,” Cang Lanyan replied, resting her chin on her hand as she leaned against the bathtub wall.

After using most of the mint for a salad last night, Yin Ya decided to scatter all the remaining mint into the water.

Watching the mint leaves float on the surface, along with the pale skin and blue fish tail submerged beneath, she felt oddly like she was preparing some strange dish.

Then she saw Cang Lanyan form a hand seal, casting some spell. The green color began fading from the mint leaves, gradually dyeing the surrounding water.

The mint’s refreshing aroma spread, carrying a hint of coolness from the water, invigorating the senses.

Yin Ya stared in awe, clutching the empty box, momentarily rooted to the spot.

Witnessing spells, no matter how many times she saw them, still captivated her.

And now that she’d seen this spell cast, she vaguely understood how Cang Lanyan managed to make the minty fragrance linger on her skin for so long.

“Thank you for the mint,” Cang Lanyan said politely, bringing Yin Ya back to her senses.

Yin Ya snapped out of her daze, realizing it was time for her to leave; her role as a mere “utility character” was done. She turned to leave.

Cleaning up the spilled water could wait until after the Old Spirit finished bathing. If she stayed any longer, she feared the overwhelming minty aroma would drown her.

But in the next instant, she felt a chill on her wrist. Looking down, she saw the jellyfish from earlier clambering out of the bath, one tendril stubbornly latched onto her wrist.

Yin Ya, needing to write more common sense entries later, figured she couldn’t stay to babysit the creature. She picked up the jellyfish with her free hand and handed it to Cang Lanyan, half-jokingly, half-seriously saying, “Keep an eye on your little ‘spy’.”

Yet when their eyes met, she noticed Cang Lanyan’s expression abruptly shift.

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