Chapter 271: The Unpopular Little Mermaid Becomes the Group’s Favorite (16)

Chapter 271: The Unpopular Little Mermaid Becomes the Group's Favorite (16)

Song Chuyi, upon hearing this, pressed his fingertip against Qing Yuan's lips.

"Not now."

Qing Yuan, feeling slighted, bit down on Song Chuyi's finger.

Thinking that wasn't enough, he also used his sharp teeth to nibble on it.

Only after leaving a shallow tooth mark on the soft finger did he release it.

"Do you want to get a bit fatter too?"

He gently licked the tooth mark and asked.

Song Chuyi: ...

"No, I just think you shouldn't eat recklessly in your current state."

He tapped Qing Yuan's head.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

The black mist that nearly engulfed the entire management bureau earlier seemed real, and it even affected him, demonstrating its power.

Qing Yuan paused for a moment, then shook his head, laughing lightly.

"No discomfort."

After a moment of thought, he glanced down.

"Just a little discomfort."

Song Chuyi: ...

"That's not what I meant!"

He lightly tapped Qing Yuan's forehead, his tail lightly slapping against Qing Yuan's abs.

"I'm talking about your mental state, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Qing Yuan grabbed the lovely tail, gently stroking it.

"Are you scared?"

He lowered his head, kissing the fin.

He gave it a light bite, as if it didn't hurt, his voice tinged with a hint of grievance.

"You can't be scared of me."

Everyone else can fear him, but not you.

Song Chuyi flicked his tail, slapping it against Qing Yuan's abs.

"I'm not afraid of you."

He leaned against the edge of the bathtub, "Keep going~"

Qing Yuan complied obediently and stayed still this time, cleaning up thoroughly.

An hour later, Qing Yuan carried Song Chuyi out of the bathroom.

Song Chuyi was lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone, which had only a few apps—aside from basic messaging and calling, there was just one live-streaming app.

He opened the live-streaming app and saw clips from the survival reality show.

When the clip showed the small ice flower he'd drawn, comments flooded in.

Song Chuyi noticed comments like "so relaxing" and pondered deeply.

Ji Feng had taught him the drawing, and it wasn’t supposed to have a healing effect on regular people.

The unusual patterns could hypnotize people, though he’d intentionally left out a few lines, which greatly lessened its hypnotic power.

But it definitely wasn’t supposed to heal anyone.

Unless...

Song Chuyi looked up at the sky thoughtfully.

"Baby," Qing Yuan wrapped his arms around him from behind, nuzzling his neck. "What’s on your mind?"

Song Chuyi casually looped his arms around Qing Yuan’s neck and smiled.

"Just thinking about a troublemaker."

Qing Yuan sat up straight, scanning the room with a serious expression.

"A troublemaker? Where?"

"I’ll take care of him."

Song Chuyi pulled Qing Yuan's collar with some force, bringing him closer, and planted a soft kiss on the corner of his lips.

"Not killing him for now."

"Let’s have some fun first."

He wrapped his tail around Qing Yuan's calf.

"Change back to your true form, okay?"

Qing Yuan nodded without hesitation.

A flash of white light, and a green dragon, as big as Song Chuyi, appeared in the room.

To match the little mermaid, Qing Yuan had deliberately made himself smaller.

The powerful dragon tail entwined with the beautiful fish tail, rubbing against it.

Qing Yuan let out a silly laugh. "I like it."

I really like my baby.

Song Chuyi secretly glanced.

Two.

He immediately stopped playing and coiled his fish tail.

"I think it's time to sleep!"

Qing Yuan tilted his head, puzzled.

But then he suddenly understood.

So the baby liked to sleep with his original form.

He wrapped his limbs around Song Chuyi excitedly.

"Let's sleep!"

He called out twice, hugged Song Chuyi, and quickly fell asleep.

Song Chuyi only relaxed after confirming Qing Yuan was truly asleep.

Two of them—way too much to handle.

He decided to find something meaningful to do.

Since Yun Yingxia said his paintings had healing effects, he decided to give it a shot.

So when Qing Yuan woke up, he found that Song Chuyi had a job.

He officially started working for the government.

Song Chuyi spent his days painting, only spending time with Qing Yuan at night when they slept.

Qing Yuan, having nothing to do, spent his days experimenting with cooking in the kitchen, striving to help Song Chuyi gain some weight.

As Song Chuyi painted more and more, the news of his paintings' healing effects spread.

People seemed to see hope and couldn't wait to worship Song Chuyi.

Many companies offered opportunities to Song Chuyi, but he rejected them all.

At the moment, he had a job and naturally wanted to work for the country.

Notably, his paintings weren't always effective.

They ran some tests and found that a painting would lose its effect after seven days.

The freshly painted ones had the best effect, almost capable of calming someone on the brink of losing control.

Since Song Chuyi's energy was limited, these paintings were first supplied to major hospitals.

As the situation in hospitals gradually improved, these paintings slowly became available to the public.

After understanding the general situation, Song Chuyi stopped worrying about it.

A year later, Qing Yuan had become an excellent cook, and Song Chuyi could take a break for a while.

Over the year, thanks to Qing Yuan's cooking, Song Chuyi had indeed gained some weight.

His coffee-colored fish tail gleamed from good nutrition, especially under sunlight, making it even more dazzling.

Qing Yuan adored his fish tail, and every time they slept, he would revert to his true form and wrap his dragon tail around the fish tail to sleep.

Song Chuyi found his mermaid tail quite inconvenient, so he asked the Song family how to turn his tail into legs.

Unfortunately, except for him, all members of the mermaid clan were born from the union of two merfolk, and they naturally knew how to turn their tails into legs from birth.

However, because he was the offspring of a mermaid and a human, although he inherited the tail, it was essentially useless.

Simply put, the Song family didn’t know how to help Song Chuyi turn his tail into legs.

With no solution in sight, Song Chuyi could only watch as Qing Yuan kissed his tail every day.

After relaxing for a bit, Song Chuyi took Qing Yuan back to the original Iceland.

It had now turned into an ocean, with no trace of ice to be seen.

Qing Yuan transformed back into his original form and dove into the sea.

Song Chuyi also entered the sea.

The seawater pressed against him, leaving him feeling a bit dazed.

He reached out, his fingertips trembling slightly, and gazed at the sun above the sea, smiling slowly.

Deep in the sea, black mist surged toward Song Chuyi.

Qing Yuan noticed and rushed toward Song Chuyi, using his massive body to wrap Song Chuyi in his arms.

The black mist surged into Qing Yuan's body, and the originally dark green dragon turned black instantly.

The black mist invaded every inch of his skin, even every cell, making it nearly impossible to keep his original color.

The black mist nearly solidified, attacking them both.

But Song Chuyi, cradled in Qing Yuan's arms, chuckled softly.

"So that's how it is."

He tilted his head up and kissed Qing Yuan's lips.

Two it is, then.

Who told him to stop the world's destruction?