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

The Mid-Autumn Festival evening was still quite lively.

Someone was setting off fireworks outside the window, which illuminated half the sky for a moment.

Yu Wan sat on the sofa, holding the small purple tentacle in her arms.

A cool breeze slipped in through the window cracks, causing her silvery-white hair to flutter gently.

She handed him a small piece of mooncake.

"Ah Yuan, have some mooncakes."

Chen Yuan hugged the mooncake and took a big bite...

"Puji puji (It tastes really good)."

Yu Wan continued to hold him as they looked out the window. She had drunk some wine, and her face was still slightly flushed.

The breeze blowing in from the window is very pleasant.

After autumn arrived, the night breeze carried a chill, neither too hot nor too cold, just enough to lift a few strands of her hair.

The fireworks were still going off, bursting open every now and then, their reflections flashing in her eyes.

Her hand gently stroked his body.

Chen Yuan nestled in her arms, feeling comfortable from being touched, and curled up limply.

"Ah Yuan," she called to him.

Chen Yuan lifted the tips of his tentacles from the plate.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival." Her voice was very soft.

This time, she wasn't alone anymore...

There is someone who cares most about her... and is the only one who cares about her...

Chen Yuan nuzzled against her, and gently tapped her chin with the tip of his tentacle.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

Yu Wan's lips curved into a shallow arc.

As the effects of the alcohol gradually took hold, the tip of her nose slowly turned red.

Chen Yuan's tentacles swept over a bottle, just as he was about to take a small sip.

"Ah Yuan is not allowed to drink alcohol." Yu Wan looked down at him, her tone unusually unreasonable and domineering.

"Puji puji (I didn't drink a drop, you drank it all)."

She pulled the wine jug towards herself, hugging it to her chest. "No, I want to drink."

When she finished speaking, her eyes were already red, and she looked like she was about to cry.

His eyes were already somewhat dazed from drunkenness, and there was also a faint sense of grievance in them.

It would be very wrong to steal her wine.

She's no longer the aloof, white-haired Yu Wan who could take down a level-two monster with just four shots.

Now, she's more like the young Yu Wan from many years ago, who would get drunk and snuggle in his arms, babbling incoherently.

So it's because he got drunk and reverted to his old ways...

It was only in front of him that she reverted to her old self.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before she got so drunk that she collapsed on the table.

Half of her face was exposed, her nose and the corners of her eyes were red.

The empty wine can rolled halfway around her hand, bumping into the mooncake plate and making a soft clinking sound.

"Ah-Yuan..." her voice was muffled, growing softer and softer, "The best..."

Chen Yuan carried her to the bed, pulled the blanket up, and then transformed back into his little tentacles, retreating to her pillow.

Her fingers instinctively reached out and pulled him into her arms...

The fireworks outside the window are still going off, red and gold.

The light shone on her silvery-white hair, flickering and shifting...

.......

She didn't go anywhere for the next two days.

She just stays at home, hugging him, rubbing against him, and sticking close to him.

The first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is to pull him out of my collar and put him in front of me to look at.

After looking at it enough, it would rub its face against the tentacles, making them wobble and fall, before slowly going to wash up.

When I was cooking lunch, I put him on my head, and he swayed back and forth as I stirred the pot.

When I sleep at night, I hold him in my arms, rest my chin on his body, and fall asleep with steady breathing.

In a place where it's just her and Ayuan, nothing else matters...

Occasionally she would go to the basement to look through those ancient books, but still didn't find anything.

After everyone was feeling down, it was Chen Yuan's turn to cheer her up.

Ahem... This is, of course, for leveling up, for experience, and for reaching LV.10 as soon as possible.

It's just...it's really tough on him, having to contemplate the meaning of life every single day.

Ugh.....

......

The afternoon of the second day.

Chen Yuan is now very skilled at playing games. He wraps his tentacles around the controller and presses the buttons quickly and accurately.

The little character jumps around on the screen and rarely falls into a pit.

Yu Wan clumsily controlled another little character, and before she could even finish two levels, she ran into a monster. The screen went black, and then a large defeat screen popped up.

According to regulations, one must accept punishment.

Yu Wan looked down at the little tentacle lying on the sofa, then picked him up.

"No way..." she started to whine.

She held the small tentacles to her chest, rested her chin against his body, and deliberately feigned innocence in her eyes.

Chen Yuan protested by swaying back and forth in her arms, saying that they had agreed to be punished if they lost.

Yu Wan smiled gently, not letting go of him, but instead hugging him even tighter.

She took the opportunity to scratch the edge of his suction cup.

"Ah-Yuan is not well-behaved at all..."

She whispered, then gently grasped the small tentacle, her thumb slowly tracing the outline of the tentacle's tip.

A light touch with the fingertip sent a tingling sensation from the tip of the tentacle throughout its entire body.

That wretched evil god, what kind of sensory system did he install on him?

The small tentacle trembled slightly, and the entire tentacle went limp for half a second...

Yu Wan felt the reaction of the small tentacle in her palm.

Her fingers paused for a moment, she looked down at him, and then a small smile curved her lips.

Her fingers moved again, gently tracing the tip of her fingers over it.

Chen Yuan's entire tentacle trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but make a sound.

"Plop... Plop..."

Yu Wan looked at him, "Is A-Yuan comfortable?"

Chen Yuan then realized what was happening.

Damn it, I've been played with to the point of making sounds of pleasure...

Who is the master of this house?

It must be enlarged and severely punished to let Xiao Yuwan know who the master is.

The small tentacles began to grow larger, slipped out of her hand, and wrapped around her waist, tightening layer by layer.

Yu Wan was lifted up from the sofa by him, and her back was placed into the ring formed by the tentacles.

"Wait...wait a minute, A-Yuan," her voice finally sounded a little panicked.

"Today...today is...that day, it's too sensitive...it will...it will..."

She reached out and pressed him down, but couldn't; the tentacles had already slid up her waistline.

"....Um......"

Her voice trailed off in her throat.

Her legs curled up and then straightened again, her hands loosened from the tentacles and rested limply on the back of the sofa.

Her long, silvery-white hair was spread out on the cushion, with a few strands clinging to the side of her face, trembling gently with her breath.

"...Ha...Ah..."

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