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

Yu Wan woke up groggily and found that the little tentacle in her arms was gone.

Ah Yuan has been naughty again...

She propped herself up on the bed and sat up.

Before her eyes were fully open, she had already gotten out of bed.

We need to go and bring back the disobedient Chen Yuan.

I followed the light coming from inside the restroom.

Chen Yuan was still looking in the mirror inside.

Then Yu Wan's little head bumped directly into his back.

She looked up, and a face appeared in her blurry vision. She paused, stunned...

Did I dream about A-Yuan again?

She spoke softly, as if talking to a dream that might end at any moment.

"Ah-Yuan...please kiss me...."

Otherwise... the dream will end again.

It's always like this when I dream about him.

I had just seen his face clearly and was about to touch his hand when it was already dawn.

This time, she wanted him to at least kiss her before she was woken up by the morning light.

Chen Yuan was also taken aback.

He originally thought Yu Wan would cry for a long time first, and then bite him in a wronged manner.

He had mentally rehearsed the apology several times, carefully considering every word.

She didn't ask anything.

She simply tilted her head back, looked at him with her eyes still misty with tears, and said, "Kiss me."

He bent down.

Yu Wan tiptoed to meet her.

When their lips met, her fingers gripped the fabric of his coat at his waist.

I was wondering why my legs were still a little weak... Is this really happening...?

She didn't even take a breath; she just kept kissing him.

She only took a half-inch back after kissing him until his face turned red and his chest felt tight.

Then the person froze, stunned, standing there...

Is it...really? It's not a dream.

She stopped talking and simply buried her face in his chest.

Chen Yuan could feel that her whole body was trembling slightly.

Then he felt a warm sensation on his chest; it was from his tears soaking through his clothes.

Her fingers gripped his fabric tightly.

Chen Yuan could only raise his hand, place it on her head, and gently rub it.

"Alright, alright..."

"No, not good at all."

She nestled in his arms, her voice broken and intermittent, but her tears soaked his shirt more and more.

Chen Yuan didn't dare to say anything.

She held me for a long time before she finally spoke again.

Will it turn back...?

"It lasts for half an hour a day, and then it will turn back into tentacles."

"What minute is it now?"

"Around the ninth minute."

She stopped talking and just tightened her arms around herself.

"Not going to sleep?"

It was such a chilly day, and it was just before dawn.

Chen Yuan looked down at her bare feet on the cold tiles.

The hem of the nightgown only reached the top of her thighs, and she had a layer of fine goosebumps on her calves.

"I'm not going to sleep..." she muttered against his chest, her tone still clearly aggrieved and stubborn.

But her shoulders finally stopped trembling, and her fingers slowly loosened their grip on his clothes.

Chen Yuan wondered if they really had to hug like this for half an hour.

By the twentieth minute of the hug, he felt her weight shifting more and more towards him, and his legs were starting to feel weak.

"Time is almost up..." Chen Yuan said softly.

Then Yu Wan hurriedly lifted her head from his embrace.

Why so fast...?

Her nose was red, her eyes were red, and a few water droplets clung to her eyelashes.

She reached out and touched his face, her fingertips starting from his forehead and slowly gliding along the curve of his brow bone.

It's like someone who has been in the dark for too long suddenly seeing light, unsure if it will disappear, so they use their finger to trace the entire outline bit by bit.

The nose and eyes are the same as I remember.

"I've gotten older, but A-Yuan is still the same as before..."

Chen Yuan dared not say that she was old.

She's only 21 years old...

To put it bluntly, this is divine retribution; they're about to undergo a tribulation of lightning.

He must be electrocuted to the point of utter annihilation...

Yu Wan was still wearing that thin nightgown, the shoulder strap at the neckline was askew to one side, and her collarbone and half of her shoulder were exposed.

Her legs were bare beneath her skirt, and her toes curled slightly from the coldness of the floor tiles.

It was still quite chilly, and after standing there for more than twenty minutes, her fingers had started to feel cold.

Chen Yuan was a little worried that she would catch a cold.

So he had to bend down, put one hand behind her knees and the other hand on her back, and lift her up in his arms.

She was very light, even lighter than she was five years ago, and her collarbones were more prominent.

He carried her out of the bathroom and used his shoulder to push open the bedroom door.

When he put her on the bed, her fingers were still clutching his clothes tightly.

He tried to move back a little, but she immediately tightened her fingers and pulled him back into her arms, then buried her head in his chest again.

So the two of them simply lay down on the bed and stopped moving.

The blanket had slipped to the floor sometime during the night, the pillow was crooked, and the sheets were all wrinkled.

She curled up in his arms, burying her face in his chest.

She clutched the front of his coat, still sulking and not saying a word.

But Chen Yuan could feel that the hand she was gripping his clothes with wasn't as tight as it had been in the bathroom.

His breathing gradually changed from rapid to shallow.

She fell asleep soon after, probably because she was too tired.

Her little face, which had been hidden for so long, finally emerged from his arms.

Lying on my side, half of my face was sunk into the pillow.

The redness on the tip of her nose had faded, but the corners of her eyes were still red, and the traces of crying were obvious.

It's the same as before.

She was the one who ignored him in a fit of pique, but she ended up crying herself to sleep, and when she woke up, the corners of her eyes had this faint red tinge.

The countdown timer on the panel has five minutes left.

Chen leaned against the headboard, letting her continue to sleep with her head on his chest, gently brushing away the stray hairs on her forehead that were stained with tears.

Then I covered her with the blanket.

We need to save these five minutes and transform back into small tentacles ahead of time.

That way, when she wakes up, the first thing she'll see is him.

Otherwise, if they find out he's turned back, they'll probably cry again, and might even bite him again.

The black liquid began to flow back from his limbs, and his body silently shrank, deformed, and reformed into that small, deep purple tentacle.

Then it landed back in her special spot in her arms...

The little tentacles are still the little tentacles, and Chen Yuan is still Chen Yuan.

Xiao Yuwan is not the same Xiao Yuwan as before, but she's still a wife...