About how my wife resurrected me as tentacles after my death.

Back in the room.

Yu Wancai gently took Chen Yuan out.

The little tentacles were still covered with some shimmering, stringy liquid.

Her face flushed slightly for some reason.

Anyway... anyway, I've always been coming and going before...

Ah Yuan definitely won't blame her.

Absolutely not... What is she planning to do...?

At most, it's just... just...

Never mind, anyway, A-Yuan always said she was a pervert.

Yu Wan made up a hundred reasons for herself in her mind, and then took out a clean small towel from the drawer.

She sat on the edge of the bed, placed Chen Yuan on her lap, and began to gently wipe him.

When the small towel touches the surface of the touch.

"Puji puji." Chen Yuan couldn't help but make a comfortable sound.

Yu Wan couldn't help but chuckle softly as she looked at him.

Ah-Yuan is so cute...

She moved gently, using the tip of the towel to dab away the liquid little by little instead of wiping back and forth.

Chen Yuan gradually calmed down, though she would occasionally wiggle slightly.

He lay on Yu Wan's lap, his tentacles slightly curled up, looking a little embarrassed.

Cough cough... This is just a physiological reaction.

Yes, it's just a physiological reaction, definitely not some other strange constitution.

Yu Wan continued wiping, her movements very light and slow.

As she wiped, she chuckled softly and asked, "Ah Yuan, is it... very uncomfortable inside?"

Chen Yuan listened and looked up.

Yu Wan's eyes were curved, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned; that expression... was clearly intentional.

Yu Wan noticed the small, upturned tip again, and a sly glint appeared in her eyes.

She continued rubbing, slowly, from the base of the tentacle all the way to the tip.

When she reached the tip, she deliberately wrapped it in a towel and gently twisted it.

Chen Yuan: "Pfft!"

The entire tentacle twitched.

Yu Wan chuckled softly.

"Ah-Yuan is so sensitive," she whispered.

Chen Yuan: "..."

He was actually teased.

Before, I only dared to hide behind him, and when he teased me, I couldn't even speak, I could only make "uh-huh" noises.

Now she dares to flirt with him too...

Chen Yuan silently lay back down, pretending not to have heard the question.

Yu Wan laughed even harder as she watched him pretend to be dead.

"Ah Yuan is shy," she said softly.

After wiping away the last bit of liquid, she put the small towel aside, then picked up Chen Yuan and rubbed her face against him.

It seems I've forgotten something, but it doesn't matter anymore.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop teasing A-Yuan."

Chen Yuan lay in her palm, the tips of her tentacles still slightly curled up.

I'm definitely full today.

He quietly brought up the control panel and took a look.

Current experience points: (294.2/299)

4.8 points to go.

At that rate of efficiency, one quick puff would be enough.

Tonight, we should be able to prepare to evolve to the next level.

LV.3.

The requirement to unlock the mimicry level is LV.10, which is still a long way off.

But with each level he gains, he should become a little stronger.

Perhaps when he reaches LV.3, he will be able to do more.

For example, can it make sounds?

Now we can also discover some systematic patterns.

This means she really has to eat Yu Wan herself.

The more related something is to her body composition, the more experience points it adds; she really is like an evil god.

.......

As Chen Yuan pondered this, something suddenly came to mind.

He quickly twisted around a couple of times: "Puji puji (The braised pork is going to burn)."

But Yu Wan clearly didn't understand.

"Yes, yes, I like A-Yuan the most too," she said softly, her tone as gentle as if she were speaking sweet nothings.

Chen Yuan: "..."

That's not what he meant.

"Puji puji puji".

Yu Wan smiled as she saw his anxious expression.

"Alright, alright," she gently pressed down on the wriggling tentacles. "A-Yuan, stop fooling around. That's very naughty."

Chen Yuan: "......."

Forget it.

In the past, if Yu Wan burned the food, she would definitely cry. I don't think she will anymore, right?

She's all grown up now; she shouldn't cry if she burns a dish while cooking.

Probably.

........

A strange smell was coming from the kitchen.

It doesn't smell like braised pork anymore.

Yu Wan's little nose twitched slightly.

Then her expression changed.

"It's going to burn."

The pot on the stove was emitting thick smoke, and the lid was making a "pop" sound as it was pushed up by the steam.

Yu Wan lifted the pot lid.

The braised pork in the pot was no longer recognizable.

"There's still hope..." She picked up the spatula, her little face serious as she stared at the pot.

But soon, her expression fell.

It's beyond saving... it can only be dumped.

........

I made a new one.

But I'm still very happy, as long as A-Yuan is here.

Just like before... in my dreams every day, he's always there, always there.

Chen Yuan poked out a tentacle tip from her chest, making "plop plop" sounds.

Yu Wan tilted her head and listened for a moment, then nodded seriously: "Okay, okay, add more soy sauce."

Chen Yuan nodded as well.

.......

After dinner, before Chen Yuan could even react, Yu Wan picked him up from the table and took him into the bathroom.

Hot water rose from the bathtub, and steam quickly enveloped the entire small space.

Bathtubs are indeed things used for flirting.

Yu Wan placed Chen Yuan on the water.

The little tentacles floated there, and then she began to wash them.

Starting from the tips of your fingers, lather up the shower gel little by little.

Chen Yuan felt so comfortable that his entire tentacle went limp, lying in her palm and letting her do as she pleased.

But when it reached the base, his tentacles instinctively tensed up.

Otherwise... the entire tentacle uncontrollably hardened a bit.

Yu Wan's fingers paused for a moment.

She looked down at the small tentacle that had suddenly become hard, and her face slowly turned red.

Chen Yuan also froze slightly.

He's just a tentacle... why is he having a physiological reaction? What kind of weird settings did this broken system install on him?

.......

Steam filled the air between the two, blurring their vision.

Yu Wan simply moved her fingers away silently and continued washing in another spot, pretending nothing had happened.

Chen Yuan pretended nothing had happened and silently pressed down the protruding tip.

It can't be suppressed.

I pressed down again, but it still wouldn't go down.

Yu Wan couldn't help but steal a glance at him, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Ah Yuan is still so lecherous, well... how about we help Ah Yuan relieve some tension..."