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

At home.

After taking a shower, Yu Wan came out of the bathroom and casually put on an old short-sleeved shirt.

The hem of her dress just covered her upper thighs, and her legs were bare below.

The neckline had become a bit loose from washing, hanging crookedly to one side, revealing half of her shoulder and collarbone.

Water droplets slid down her silvery-white hair, one landing on her shoulder and flowing down the hollow of her collarbone.

Chen Yuan lay on the sofa, watching her sit down on the sofa.

He casually grabbed a towel, then, as before, wrapped it around her wet hair, gently patted it, and slowly dried it.

Yu Wan paused for a moment.

She sat there, motionless, letting the little tentacle rub a towel over her head.

Chen Yuan's movements were very light, exactly the same as he had done before.

First, wrap the ends of your hair, then gently rub it in the direction of the hair strands.

"Achoo..."

Yu Wan sniffed because a few strands of wet hair had brushed against the tip of her nose.

She reached out and pulled Chen Yuan into her arms.

The towel slipped from her hand and fell to the ground, but she didn't bend down to pick it up.

"Plop plop," my hair isn't dry yet, I'll catch a cold.

"No...it's not today yet..."

He stopped talking halfway through.

Her breath was light, warm from her recent shower, and it tickled and softened his body.

Her face flushed slightly, and she turned her head away as if trying to hide her blushing face.

She's gotten used to these strange things now.

It must have been Ah-Yuan who made her act strange...

"It's all A-Yuan's fault..." she said softly.

Chen Yuan raised the tip of her tentacle in her arms: "Pfft?"

Her breath grew warmer as she breathed on his body.

The short-sleeved shirt had been rubbed down to the waist, revealing a small portion of the skin on the side of the waist, with water droplets still clinging to it.

Chen Yuan looked at her, her face flushed, yet she was trying so hard to keep it up.

Cough cough... Oh, so it was for fun...

It was Xiao Yu who seduced him first; everyone saw it clearly, right?

Let's try harder today and get to Lv.9 first.

Tentacles slowly slipped under her short sleeves and began to wrap around her neck.

It went up in circles, and the top circle just touched her chin.

She tilted her head back, revealing her snow-white neck under the light.

The tentacles continued downwards, sliding along the hollow of her collarbone. Through the thin fabric, she trembled slightly.

"Um......"

The sound was short, as if it was slightly choked by something, and then it overflowed.

It was intermittent, yet there was no way to completely suppress it.

She reached out as if to grab something, but didn't know where to grab.

I had no choice but to grab his tentacles and gently squeeze his body with my fingers...

......

"Hmm~"

"Ah-Yuan...a little...bigger...okay...?"

If it's A-Yuan... well, if it breaks, it breaks.

Her little head was still foggy; she didn't want to think anymore...

[Experience +99]

[Experience +66]

[Experience +3]

Then we took a short break, and then...

[Experience +199]

Yu Wan tilted her head back, her silvery-white hair spread out on the pillow, her lips slightly parted.

The sound spilled out intermittently.

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

.......

"Ding ding ding..."

The communicator rang again.

Chen Yuan extended a tentacle, curled up the communicator, and pressed the mute button.

The screen went dark, and the room returned to silence...

......

An hour later.

The kitchen light was on, and noodles were cooking in a pot.

Yu Wan stood in front of the stove, her silvery-white hair already half-dry, with a few strands still damp and clinging to her ears.

Her little face was still slightly red.

She changed into a clean, white short-sleeved shirt, the neckline still loose, revealing faint red marks on her collarbone.

Chen Yuan lay softly on her head, his entire tentacle resembling a mushy noodle.

The tips of the tentacles drooped, swaying back and forth as she flipped the noodles.

Life is so wonderful...

........

Just then, the communicator rang again. It was Li Song; he knew her phone number.

This time, Yu Wan answered the phone, stirring her noodles with chopsticks while listening to the voice on the other end.

"Oh, finally you answered. I meant, do you still have those things you sold me last time?"

Yu Wan paused for a moment with her chopsticks: "That's all."

Li Song chuckled on the other end of the phone: "I see you're still selling."

Yu Wan's eyes darkened.

She glanced down at the noodles bubbling in the pot, then at the small, motionless tentacles above her head, and remained silent for a few seconds.

"The last one, if you want it, I'll come find you tomorrow."

Li Song chuckled, "Alright, then I'll wait for you."

The call ended...

Yu Wan put down the communicator and continued stirring the noodles, as if the conversation had never happened.

Her silvery-white hair fell down from her ears, obscuring her expression and the bloodshot eyes behind it.

Ah Yuan absolutely cannot get hurt...

.....

Li Song hung up the phone, leaned back in his chair, and smiled so hard his eyes narrowed.

Hahaha.

He bought those bronze ritual vessels from Yu Wan at a low price last time and resold them to a private collector who researched forbidden techniques, making a profit of three hundred times the price.

This little girl with white hair must still have some in her hand; it's impossible for her not to.

She had been selling things on the black market for so long that he didn't bother to find out where they came from; he just wanted the goods.

Where there are goods, there is money.

He crossed his legs and put his feet on the desk.

take

"Hahaha, keep making a fortune!"

.......

Why is Xiao Yuwan feeling down again?

She had just finished showering, and she was just humming a song while cooking noodles in the kitchen.

Now that he's sitting down, his gaze seems to be drifting far away, as if he's lost in thought.

Chen Yuan patted her head to comfort her.

"Puji puji".

Little Yu Wan used to love being patted on the head.

Yu Wan was also brought back to her senses by his touch. She looked down at him and then smiled slightly.

"Ah Yuan, it's time for dinner."

She picked him up from beside her and rubbed her face against him; he was so soft that the tips of his tentacles curled up.

Then she bent down and kissed him.

[Experience points +3]

Chen Yuan waved it in her palm, the tips of her tentacles curling upwards.

With his talent, comforting Xiao Yuwan would be a piece of cake...