Is It Strange for a Pseudo-Human to Be Paired with an Incubus? - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I tilted my head, confused. But all those elements were clearly popular. Everyone liked them.

My editor had even sent me a congratulatory message, saying the story’s popularity was skyrocketing, that it had broken out beyond its usual circle, and that my royalties this month would be at least five figures.

“This story has surpassed the limits of human imagination. No human with a conscience could write something like this. This kind of deranged plot and stitched-together mess can only be the work of a Pseudo-Human. There is no other possibility,” he explained to me.

A red alert went off in my brain. Humanity had actually developed to the point where they were this sensitive to the existence of Pseudo-Humans!

They could identify us at lightning speed from text alone!

I took careful notes, planning to report this as important intelligence at this month’s Pseudo-Human gathering.

Nan Mei frowned, looking like he wanted to say something but was holding back.

“Stop reading this stuff. Your brain already doesn’t work that well. If you keep reading this, it’ll break even faster.”

My Pseudo-Human teacher once said: Advice from human males is usually of little use and does not need to be stored in memory. But out of politeness, one can nod at times like this to show one has learned from it, thereby making the other party feel pleased.

I nodded, looking extremely obedient.

Sure enough, Nan Mei’s expression relaxed. He patted my head and reminded me, “I’m going to work. Lock the door while you’re home alone. Don’t open it for strangers before I get back, and don’t lend things out so casually anymore. Got it?”

I nodded, still looking extremely obedient.

Nan Mei left our tiny rental apartment dressed in his usual flashy way.

He was always like this, leaving late and coming back early, all mysterious, never telling me what kind of work he did.

When I picked him up two months ago, he had been wearing nothing but a thin white shirt, his delicate collarbones exposed, lying peacefully beside a trash can with his eyes closed like a sleeping prince. The only thing covering him was a piece of cardboard.

Written across the cardboard in three bold, sweeping characters were the words: Please Adopt Me.

At the time, I thought that a highly moral human would definitely be unable to bear seeing him wandering the streets, so I adopted him as my boyfriend.

It was absolutely not because the new apartment I had rented offered half-price rent and free utilities for couples.

He loved me so much. He never let me cook, do laundry, or clean.

So all I had to do at home was wait quietly for him to come back.

I sat in front of the computer, the faint glow of the screen shining on my expressionless face.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

I got up and opened the door.

Standing outside was a delivery man.

In a hostile tone, he asked, “You’re Chaoshui Xixi? Phone number ending in 7171?”

I shook my head.

He didn’t believe me. He shoved me back through the doorway and locked the door behind him.

“Quit pretending. Weren’t you so damn arrogant when you gave me a bad review and cursed me out? You bitch. You picked up your order late and someone else took it, so you filed a complaint against me!”

He was agitated, spittle flying everywhere. With bloodshot eyes, he pulled out a knife and advanced on me, grinning viciously. “It’s all your fault! I got fired because of you. If I’m going down, you don’t get to live either!”

I didn’t understand. I had always eaten Nan Mei’s lovingly handmade meals, with the occasional stolen bottle or two of motor oil. Where would I get the money to order takeout?

He had probably mistaken me for someone else.

But he wouldn’t listen to any explanation. He raised his hand and stabbed at me.