Marry the NPC with Money, Wife Comes Knocking - Chapter 135

Chapter 135

Ye Susheng gazed into Hua Suihe’s innocent eyes and couldn’t help but ask, “I mean… they’re already dead, yet they’re still appearing right in front of you. Aren’t you afraid?”

“I’m not afraid,” Hua Suihe shrugged nonchalantly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Aren’t there plenty of people like that?”

This response left Ye Susheng completely stunned. She stared at her blankly, unable to find words.

Hua Suihe patted her head. “There, there. The fact that they can still appear before us proves that life continues in its own way, so I’m not scared. Besides, I have you, don’t I? Even if we’re facing ghosts and monsters, Ye Zi gives me an absolute sense of security.”

Ye Susheng’s cheeks flushed slightly. In her shyness, she lunged forward and hugged Hua Suihe tightly, nuzzling her head against her chest.

“Hua Hua is praising me, hehe~”

“If Hua Hua likes playing dungeons, I’ll stay right by her side.”

As the quest-giver, Ye Susheng held the script in her hands, but she wouldn’t proactively reveal everything and spoil Hua Hua’s fun.

Story-driven dungeons were usually the most boring because they were relatively peaceful and lacked major conflict.

Hua Suihe nestled into the soft sofa, absentmindedly stroking Ye Susheng’s hair, her mind seemingly elsewhere.

Ye Susheng glanced up at her, and seeing her dazed expression, she quietly leaned in and pecked her on the lips.

Hua Suihe snapped back to reality and poked her cheek with a light laugh. “What was that for?”

Ye Susheng moved Hua Suihe’s finger to her lips and kissed it, then leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose, slowly moving toward her red lips.

Their breathing grew heavy and hot. A watery mist clouded Ye Susheng’s eyes as their lips met, tasting like a piece of soft candy as she gently nibbled and ground against them.

At this moment, words were unnecessary. Hua Suihe rested her hands on Ye Susheng’s shoulders, closed her eyes, and relaxed her jaw to deepen the kiss.

[The little couple finally kissed! Ehehehe~]

[I can tell Ye Susheng is a good kisser. You two must do this a lot in private.]

[Why am I, a single dog, so happy watching them be intimate?]

[I’m actually quite surprised that Hua Hua isn’t afraid of the Anomaly.]

[Sometimes I can’t tell if she’s brave or just airheaded.]

[Don’t insult my Streamer Bae, you person upstairs!]

Dinner time.

Hua Suihe and Ye Susheng went to the restaurant for dinner as usual.

Many players were present, though they looked rather disheveled. They likely hadn’t had time to return to their rooms to clean up after the birthday banquet ended and had rushed straight to dinner.

Song Qiyue used a tissue to wipe the water droplets from his shoulders. A few damp strands of hair hung down, giving him a somewhat more casual air.

He seemed accustomed to Ye Susheng’s gaze and calmly joined their table as before.

His tone was as familiar as if they were just making small talk. “We meet again, Miss Hua. My, the rain was quite heavy just now. The lightning over the sea is quite a sight; it’s a pity you weren’t there to see it.”

Hua Suihe gave a small smile in response.

Song Qiyue didn’t mind her attitude, continuing in a joking tone, “Today’s part of the play has ended. We have the answer to yesterday’s lingering question now, don’t we, Miss Hua?”

Ye Susheng stabbed her fork into a cake, shattering the plate beneath it. She stared coldly at the talkative man. “Do you want to shut up, or do you want to shut up?”

It was only because Hua Hua didn’t like violence; otherwise, that fork would have been stabbed into this man’s rambling mouth.

Hua Suihe saw the plate in front of Ye Susheng break into several pieces. She let out a small gasp and quickly pulled Ye Susheng’s hand away. “Don’t pick it up with your hands, you’ll cut yourself. Let the waiter clean it up.”

Facing Hua Suihe, Ye Susheng instantly became docile. “I’m fine, Hua Hua.”

The waiter acted quickly, clearing away the broken plate and replacing it with a new set of cutlery.

Hua Suihe placed a small strawberry cake on the new plate. “There, there, have some cake.”

Song Qiyue watched their interaction as if no one else were there, fully aware of his own redundancy.

It was precisely seeing Hua Suihe like this that made Song Qiyue feel incredibly conflicted.

For players, entering a dungeon meant they might lose their lives. Therefore, they were fearful and cautious; no one enjoyed life in a dungeon, and no one could experience the joy of an immersive plot. Their sole objective was survival.

But were all players afraid of the Thriller?

Not necessarily.

On the contrary, there had long been traitors among humanity. They were Believers of the Thriller, worshiping the ‘evolution’ it brought them. In their eyes, it was a means to extend their lifespan and a path to gaining superpowers.

To them, an Anomaly was not death, but evolution.

Thus, after some humans were chosen as players, the first thing they did upon entering a dungeon was to discard their lives as humans.

This was why players continued to die one after another even in relatively peaceful dungeons.

Hua Suihe was a bit different from those people because she still possessed a human body, yet it was clear she favored the Thriller. Otherwise, how could she get along with an Anomaly?

She likely hadn’t mutated simply because she feared death and couldn’t take that final step.

Song Qiyue looked down at the food in front of him. Thinking of what had happened on the Terrace just now, he felt his appetite vanish.

If the Thriller were allowed to spread and expand unchecked, more and more humans would lose their resolve until humanity ceased to exist.

Before that day arrived, there was still a chance for things to change.

Song Qiyue glanced deeply at Hua Suihe, took a few bites of his food, and left the restaurant.

As soon as Song Qiyue left, Ye Susheng immediately began badmouthing him. “Hua Hua, he definitely wants to use you to clear the dungeon. He’s a bad person.”

Hua Suihe shook her head. “Don’t mind him. He’s just a stranger.”