The car has an autonomous driving system, and he leaned against the driver’s seat, swallowing hard.

His sense of smell was too acute, allowing him to clearly detect the scent that belonged to her in the air.

He closed his eyes, clenching his teeth.

The car slowly came to a stop, and the person beside him, who was almost asleep, stirred and asked drowsily, “What’s wrong?”

The gloom on Jing Bo’s face dissipated as quickly as a breeze, and when Su Tangyin looked over, he was back to the familiar self she knew.

“Nothing, baby. There’s traffic. Go back to sleep. It’ll be fine soon.”

Su Tangyin felt a chill down her spine. She turned to look at the back seat, where only a neatly folded blanket lay.

There was nothing else.

“Baby?”

Su Tangyin shook her head. “I’m tired. I’ll sleep a bit more.”

She turned away from Jing Bo, resting her forehead against the car window and pretending to doze off.

Jing Bo didn’t say anything. The car’s soundproofing was excellent, so Su Tangyin couldn’t hear the honking outside. In the confined space, their presence became increasingly clear to each other.

Only she knew that she was far from the calm she appeared to be on the surface.

Her hand, gripping the strap of her backpack, clenched tightly, her fingernails digging into her palm, leaving shallow crescent marks.

It was this feeling again, just like before.

Something was watching her, staring at her, observing her, trying to touch her.

Everyone thought she had a mental problem, even her best friend.

“Su Su, the work in the lab is very demanding. If it gets too much, take some time off and rest properly. Dr. Jing will take good care of you.”

When her best friend said this, her eyes were full of worry and suspicion.

She was just doubting Su Tangyin’s mental state.

Over time, with people around her saying more and more, Su Tangyin began to think she had a mental problem too. She took a half-month leave to rest at home.

Jing Bo also took leave.

He took care of her at home, making soft and fragrant meals for her every morning, kissing her cheeks, and feeding her by hand.

He took care of all the housework, accompanied her on outings during the day, and when it rained, he would turn on the projector at home and watch movies with her, holding her in his arms.

He still loved her as much as he did during their passionate courtship, perhaps even more so, and every night he would entangle with her, more frequently than during their courtship, even after they were married, his affection never waned.

Everything was the same as before.

Everyone said she had a perfect life, married to a good husband, with an enviable marriage.

But her condition did not improve at all; it only got worse.

Until…

“Baby.”

Su Tangyin’s thoughts were interrupted.

“What are you thinking about?”

Jing Bo asked.

Su Tangyin didn’t say anything, her forehead still pressed against the window, looking as if she was still half-asleep.

Jing Bo narrowed his eyes, one hand on the steering wheel, driving slowly, and the other turning to look at her silhouette.

She was very thin, her back slender and fragile. Inside the car, she had taken off her coat, wearing only a fitted pink sweater, her collarbones clearly visible.

Jing Bo’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes fixed on her without blinking.

A mist began to spread.

It blurred into shadows, reaching out with wicked hands, trembling.

Various voices in his mind tempted him:

So fragrant, so fragrant, so fragrant.

I want to kiss her, let me kiss her.

I want to nibble on her, just a little!

“I’m fine.”

The woman’s voice had just spoken, and the mist suddenly vanished without a trace.

There was no sign of anything unusual.

Su Tangyin turned her face, her eyes curved, and said, “I’m fine, Jing. Let’s go back and eat.”

So obedient.

Jing Bo hadn’t blinked for a long time, but his eyes weren’t the least bit sore.

He looked at her face, which was so close.

Her long, delicate eyelashes were softly lowered, her eyes beautifully shaped. In public, she appeared cool and distant, but when they were alone, those eyes would always look at him, filled with love during their passionate times.

In bed, they would be filled with tears, gazing at him with a neck arched like a dying crane.

So obedient.

So loved.

So much he wanted to consume her.

His hands on the steering wheel trembled.

“The light is green, Jing. Drive on.”

His little wife pulled at his sleeve.

The car behind them honked impatiently.

Jing Bo took a deep breath, mimicking the image of a qualified husband from the movies, and smiled at his wife.

“Okay, baby.”

***

He was warming up the food in the kitchen.

Su Tangyin sat in the living room, her neck resting on the back of the chair, gazing at the wedding photo hanging on the wall.

She was feeling drowsy again.

More and more drowsy each day. Even though she went to bed early, she still felt tired, as if she hadn’t rested at all at night.

She couldn’t hear the sounds from the kitchen, and after work, Su Tangyin let her consciousness blur.

Jing Bo brought out the soup.

The large living room was furnished with deep black sofas and cold-toned furniture, but there were a few fluffy stuffed animals scattered around, all of which they had caught together.

She sank into the deep sofa.

Jing Bo placed the soup down.

Compared to his wife’s listlessness, he, who had a busier job, was always full of energy. No matter how late he stayed up or how late he worked, he always managed to return home to cook a hearty meal for his wife, help her take a warm bath, and prepare breakfast for her the next morning.

The lights in the room flickered, as if affected by electromagnetic interference.

The tall, slender man walked over to her with a leisurely gait. Black mist surged from all directions, and the chandelier above finally gave out with a sharp crack and went out.

The room was plunged into darkness.

The creature’s vision was excellent, and he, who had always lived in the dark, had long adapted. His pale blue eyes scanned her outline meticulously.

Her breathing was faint but noticeable.

He finally reached her, looking down at the person lying on the sofa from a height.

His dry throat produced mucus, and he swallowed involuntarily.

Thick tentacles emerged from the black mist, covered in smooth, slippery mucus, with intricate patterns that added a sense of mystery and danger. Upon closer inspection, these patterns glowed with a translucent blue light.

At the same time, his eyes grew bluer.

The tentacles wriggled forward, climbing up the edge of the sofa, slowly moving up her pant leg. The moment they touched her, several tentacles trembled in unison.

—So fragrant, so fragrant, so fragrant.

—Want to go deeper, want to touch.

Each tentacle seemed to have a mind of its own, mirroring his thoughts, expressing his dirty desires without restraint.

The tentacles moved up her pant leg, crawling up her smooth calves.

Just like a few years ago, when she fell into the light fog, her beautiful blood flowed into the dark river, awakening the dormant tentacles. Each tentacle tasted her blood and tears.

Sweet, beautiful, incomparable.

“Mine… mine…”

Wife.

Mine.

Jing Bo knelt beside her, his legs spread, and more and more tentacles emerged from the black mist behind him.

They wrapped around her waist, lifting her off the sofa.

The tentacles slithered up her pant legs, gliding over her smooth skin, kissing every fine hair.

—Kiss her, kiss her!

—What are you waiting for, kiss her!

The tentacles grew restless, wanting to possess their little wife.

“Mine… mine…”

Only his.

He liked these tentacles.

They could help him hold her, lift her arms, curl her legs, especially during those times when she was like a captured prey, unaware of what was happening, only closing her eyes and letting him have his way.

“Baby… baby…”

Jing Bo leaned over, finally kissing the lips he had longed for.

He opened her tightly closed lips, using his human-like tongue to draw out the sweet saliva, savoring the sweet and sticky taste, sweeping through her neatly aligned teeth, his tongue growing longer, almost reaching her throat.

When his little wife was awake, he never dared to do this. She was so smart and would easily notice his inhuman side.

But his little wife was unconscious now.

The tentacles lifted her sweater, enveloping her small nipples, the cold mucus making her shiver uncontrollably.

Su Tangyin was going mad.

That strange feeling was back, being wrapped and entangled, almost suffocating.

Her breath was taken away, the suppressed breathing echoing in her ears, sounding like the excited heavy panting of a cheetah capturing its prey.

Her body felt cold, the damp air forming a net that tightened, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin.

Her waist was tightly wrapped, and the support beneath her gradually disappeared, lifting her toward the abyss.

“Baby, baby…”

Someone was calling her.

She wanted to speak, but her mouth was full.

She wanted to move, but her limbs were restrained, her legs lifted and wrapped around something, her arms spread out, cold fingers intertwining with hers.

She couldn’t breathe.

She was suffocating.

So cold.

Was she crazy?

Was she really crazy?

What was it?

She wanted to see.

She wanted to see!

Her long lashes fluttered, her furrowed brows relaxed, and her eyelids slowly lifted.

Before her was a blurry figure, tall and straight, blocking her view.

Su Tangyin’s mind was muddled, staring at the eyes before her, not yet realizing she was entangled.

Was it her imagination?

Did she see… blue eyes?

And… what was under her waist?

In such a dark environment, fear is amplified. Noticing the soft, slippery thing in her mouth, almost reaching her throat, Su Tangyin instantly woke up.

“Ugh—”

She opened her eyes wide and pushed the man in front of her with all her might, the cold skin under her palms making her mind panic, losing all ability to think.

At this moment, Jing Bo let go of her. “Baby, it’s me.”

A familiar voice, a familiar scent.

Like pine after the rain, cold and damp.