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

the next day.

Sunlight streamed in through the small window and fell onto the bed.

Yu Wan's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her blood-red eyes still held the bewilderment of someone just waking up. She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, then looked down at her chest.

The little tentacles are still there, but today... seems a little different from usual?

Chen Yuan went limp and collapsed onto her chest, the tips of her tentacles drooping as if all her strength had been drained away.

When she wakes up, he always rubs against her, or at least flicks his fingertips, as if to say "good morning".

But today he didn't move at all, just slumped there limply, even the suction cups were loose, as if they were about to slide off his skin.

Yu Wan reached out and gently poked him, but there was no response.

"Ah Yuan?" she called softly.

".....Puji." Chen Yuan responded, her voice weak and listless.

I was too exhausted yesterday, so I'm completely weak and have no energy left.

I was so hungry I almost fainted.

After all, I didn't eat all day yesterday, and I was out of the city and undergoing some kind of evolution.

Yu Wan frowned slightly.

She gently lifted him from her chest and held him up to her eyes.

The little tentacles were still limp and didn't even have the strength to curl up.

"Ah-Yuan, are you sick?"

She pressed Chen Yuan against her face and checked his temperature.

The surface of the tentacles felt cool, but she thought they should be warm.

It's also possible that her hands were too cold, and she didn't know or could tell.

She turned Chen Yuan over and pressed her back against it; it was still the same temperature.

It should be...hot, right?

Yu Wan placed him on the pillow, then rummaged through the dusty little medicine box.

After rummaging around inside for a while, I finally found the thermometer.

She thought for a moment, then gently placed the thermometer on Chen Yuan's body and wrapped it around his tentacles.

This should work, right?

After waiting a while, she took out the thermometer, stared at the number on it for several seconds, and then put the thermometer back in the medicine box and pushed it aside.

He must be sick.

"Puji puji....(Hungry.....)" Chen Yuan made another weak sound.

Yu Wan was certain that he was sick, so she covered Chen Yuan with a blanket, leaving only a small section of the tentacle tip exposed.

"Ah Yuan, rest well, I'll go cook."

She stood up and glanced back as she walked to the door.

Chen Yuan was still limp on the pillow, the tips of his tentacles drooping.

Yu Wan took a deep breath and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

......

The porridge was plain white rice porridge. She scooped a bowl with a spoon, blew on it repeatedly until it wasn't too hot, and then took it back to her bedroom.

Chen Yuan was still limp on the pillow, but the tip of his tentacle twitched slightly, as if he were smelling something.

Yu Wan sat on the edge of the bed, placed the bowl of porridge on the bedside table, and then gently lifted Chen Yuan from the pillow.

She scooped up a small spoonful of porridge and handed it to him.

"Ah Yuan, dinner's ready."

The suction cups open to absorb.

[Energy replenishment +1.5]

[Experience points +0.1]

There were a few more than usual, but Chen Yuan wasn't in the mood to care about that right now.

His tentacles were finally no longer so soft, and the tips of the tentacles curled up slightly.

"Puji puji." Finally, it came back to life.

Eating on time is still very important.

Yu Wan looked at the tips of his raised tentacles, her eyes crinkling slightly, but that smile quickly faded.

She put the empty bowl aside, placed Chen Yuan back on the pillow, and then reached out her finger and gently poked him.

"Ah-Yuan needs to rest well today," she said, her tone unusually firm. "No running around, no getting out of bed."

While Yu Wan went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, Chen Yuan tried to wriggle off the pillow.

His tentacles had barely touched the sheets, before they could even slide down, when a hand reached out and grabbed him back.

Yu Wan stood by the bed, her gaze unusually serious.

"Ah-Yuan is sick," she said, putting Chen Yuan back on the pillow and covering her with the blanket. "She needs to rest well today."

"Puji puji," Chen Yuan called out.

You still have a wound yourself.

Yu Wan then took out a small monitor from the cabinet, placed it on the bedside table, and turned it on.

A scene popped up on the screen, an animated film, with Makka Pakka shouting.

Chen Yuan also remembered.

This was something he showed to Xiao Yuwan, who was sick, a long time ago.

Yu Wan's face flushed slightly as she watched the cartoon on the screen.

How silly! She quickly changed the channel again.

News channel.

A serious-looking male anchor is reporting the league's latest policies, with the gray league building and expressionless officials visible on screen.

"Ah Yuan, rest well," Yu Wan placed the remote control next to Chen Yuan, stood up, and said, "I'll come and keep Ah Yuan company after I'm done getting ready."

She walked out, her footsteps fading into the distance.

The sound of water washing dishes came from the kitchen, followed by the sound of her changing her dressing.

Chen Yuan lay on the pillow, listening to those sounds.

After a while, the footsteps drew closer again.

Yu Wan walked into the bedroom, changed into a clean white shirt, and rewrapped the bandages on her shoulders.

She came over, climbed onto the bed, lifted Chen Yuan off the pillow, and tucked him into her collar.

That familiar spot, still so soft, so warm, so fragrant.

"Ah Yuan, shall we watch a movie?" she said softly.

Pick up the remote and switch to a movie channel.

The opening sequence is like an old movie, with a yellowish sky and a vast grassland on screen.

Yu Wan pulled Chen Yuan into her arms, her chin resting against his tentacle-like body.

The movie is still playing.

But before the opening credits had even finished, Yu Wan's breathing became steady.

She fell asleep....

After all, she got back very late yesterday and didn't get much sleep. Her wound was still hurting, and she was busy all morning.

The movie's sound continued, with intermittent background music and rustling sounds.

Chen Yuan silently reached for the remote control with the tip of his tentacle and pressed it.

It's turned off.

The room fell silent.

Only Yu Wan's shallow breathing and the sound of her heartbeat could be heard.

Chen Yuan extended the tip of his tentacle from her collar and looked down at her shoulder.

White gauze peeked out from the shirt collar, wrapped a bit messily, with a section sticking out untucked.

The edges of the gauze were uneven; in some places they overlapped, and in others a piece was missing.

Unlike before when he bandaged her up, since she was alone, he could only wrap her up a couple of times haphazardly.

Chen Yuan climbed onto her shoulder, gently pressed the protruding piece of gauze with the tip of his tentacle, and stuffed it back inside.

Then, use a suction cup to pick up the overlapping parts and flatten them again.

Finally, he rolled up the end of the gauze and tied a small bow on the outside of his shoulder.

All right.

Chen Yuan stepped back a little and looked at his work.

It's not very good-looking, but it's much more pleasing to the eye than before.

He climbed back up to his collar and huddled into that soft, warm place.

Yu Wan was still asleep and knew nothing.

A slight smile played on her lips; I wonder what she was dreaming about...