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

She glanced furtively at Chen Yuan on her chest to make sure he was still asleep, then quickly threw off the covers and got out of bed.

Take a shower first... You must take a shower.

She carefully picked up Chen Yuan and placed him in the safest spot on the table, then took out a clean towel from the cabinet and placed it under him.

She spoke softly, "Ah Yuan, sleep a little longer, I'm going to take a shower..."

Then he ran into the bathroom as if he were fleeing...

......

The bathroom was small, with only a rusty showerhead and a chipped bathtub.

Yu Wan closed the door, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at the person in the mirror.

Her long, silvery-white hair was disheveled, and there were faint bluish-black hues beneath her scarlet eyes.

Her face was still flushed from the embarrassment she had just felt.

Her nightgown was wrinkled, and the two wet patches on her chest were particularly noticeable.

She took off her nightgown and threw it into the laundry basket.

Then I stepped into the bathtub and turned on the shower.

Warm water poured down from her head, washing away the stickiness and allowing her to gradually relax.

She submerged her entire body in the bathtub, leaving only her head above water, leaning against the cold tiles, staring blankly at the steam filling the room.

The water is warm.

The fog was hazy, like a veil, obscuring our vision.

She lay there motionless, her mind blank.

until--

Pfft.

Something soft suddenly hit her face.

Water splashed everywhere.

Yu Wan slowly came to her senses after being splashed with water.

She looked down.

Chen Yuan had somehow gotten off the table.

He is now floating in the bathtub, his small purple body floating on the surface of the water, the tips of his tentacles still thrashing about, splashing water everywhere.

Yu Wan was slapped in the face again.

"Ah Yuan," she said softly, reaching out to block him.

"Stop fooling around...be good."

Then he reached out and gently pressed down on the thrashing little tentacle, scooped it out of the water, and held it in his palm.

"Ah-Yuan is so naughty, he can't even be quiet while taking a bath."

Chen Yuan twisted her hand in protest.

Yu Wan, of course, couldn't understand.

She just looked at him, her eyes soft and moist, just like she had looked at him countless mornings before.

Then she reached for the shower gel.

"Give Ah-Yuan a wash too."

She squeezed out a little foam, rubbed it in her palm, and then gently applied it to Chen Yuan's body.

The foam is soft and slippery.

Yu Wan's fingers were very light and gentle, slowly rubbing the surface of his hand, little by little, very carefully.

She rubbed very slowly, from the base of the tentacles all the way to the tips, leaving no inch untouched.

The foam stretched into thin strands between her fingers and tentacles, only to be washed away by the water...

Chen Yuan felt very comfortable.

He thought back to the past.

He used to be the one to help Yu Wan take a bath.

She was still young and timid at the time, and she absolutely refused to take off her clothes when she took her first bath.

He coaxed her for a long time before she blushed and asked him for help.

As she grew older, he still helped her wash... cough cough...

My favorite thing, of course, is washing those two jade pieces...

......

"Ah Yuan, be gentle..."

"Ah Yuan, that won't work..."

........

Yu Wan didn't know what he was thinking, she just continued to rub gently.

After washing her body, she rinsed it clean with water, then picked up Chen Yuan and gently rubbed her face against him.

"Ah-Yuan is such a good girl," she said softly. "Ah-Yuan used to wash me, but now it's my turn to wash her."

She paused again, and her voice lowered a little.

"Although...Ah-Yuan probably doesn't even know..."

She just rubbed against him a little more, then gently placed him on the edge of the bathtub and let him lie there to dry.

"Wait a minute, Ah-Yuan, I'll rinse off a little more and then I'll go out."

She continued rinsing off the foam.

Chen Yuan leaned over the edge of the bathtub, watching her.

Amidst the swirling mist, her figure appeared and disappeared in the steam, her long, silvery-white hair clinging wetly to her back.

He's lost a lot of weight since he was here...

.......

After leveling up a few more times, he should be able to mimic human form.

Even if it's just for a moment, even if it's just an illusion...

........

After taking a shower, Yu Wan turned off the shower and turned around.

She saw Chen Yuan lying on the edge of the bathtub, her tentacles drooping, looking dazed.

"What is A-Yuan thinking about?"

Chen Yuan snapped out of her daze and shifted her body slightly: "I miss you."

Of course, all Yu Wan heard was "plop plop".

She stepped out of the bathtub, picked up a towel to dry herself, and then took another dry towel to gently wrap Chen Yuan up.

She held Chen Yuan, who was wrapped in a small towel, and gently pressed him to absorb the moisture.

Then she opened the towel and carefully wiped every inch of his body.

Chen Yuan let her do as she pleased, feeling warm all over, like basking in the sun.

After wiping him, Yu Wan placed him on the sink, picked up a towel and haphazardly dried her hair, then casually put the towel on her head.

The wad of white towel piled on her head made her look a little silly and cute.

Chen Yuan looked at her, the tips of his tentacles slightly curling up...

Yu Wan didn't know what he was thinking, she just looked down at him and smiled.

She said softly, "Okay, Ah-Yuan, you're dry. I'll go make breakfast now; I'm going to burn a lot of energy today..."

Her eyes dimmed for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

Then he picked up Chen Yuan, walked out of the restroom, and put him back in his usual spot on the table.

"Ah-Yuan, wait for me obediently."

She turned and walked toward the kitchen.

Chen Yuan lay on the table, watching her back.

The towel was swaying back and forth.

No one understands her better than him.

He could tell too.

She tried her best to maintain...pretend that everything was fine.

Chen Yuan's tentacles curled slightly at the tips...

.......

A faint clattering sound of pots and pans came from the direction of the kitchen.

Yu Wan is cooking.

Sunlight streamed in through the small window, falling on the table and on Chen Yuan's deep purple tentacle-like body.

He curled himself into a circle and waited quietly.

Waiting for breakfast to be ready...