Chapter 445: The Little Mute Trapped in the Dungeon is Kept (32)

Chapter 445 The Little Mute Trapped in the Dungeon Is Taken In (32)

Just as Song Chuyi wondered if he was dreaming, a wisp of white light floated out from the monster's corpse.

The white light seemed to have a target as it floated straight for him.

Song Chuyi stood still, watching as the light entered his body.

His throat itched oddly.

He touched his throat but detected nothing unusual.

Si Song across from him noticed him then.

"A'Chu?!"

He rushed to his side. "A'Chu?! What are you doing here?"

"Get out of here—now!"

He reached out to pull Song Chuyi, but his hand phased through the black mist, grasping nothing.

Si Song’s eyes widened in shock. "A'Chu!"

Song Chuyi raised his hand to look at himself, then opened his mouth—only to manage a raspy whisper.

"Ah."

A whisper of sound, barely a whisper.

Like someone who hadn’t spoken in a long time suddenly trying to form words, the syllable was raw and unpracticed.

Yet this single sound made Song Chuyi's heart leap.

His voice was back!

Unfortunately, before he could try further, the screen went dark.

He blinked his eyes open, and the familiar ceiling above reminded him that he was now in Si Song's home.

Had that all been a dream?

The sound of the door opening echoed, accompanied by Si Song’s heavy, ragged breathing.

"A'Chu!"

Si Song’s eyes were wild, bloodshot from panic, as if he had witnessed something terrifying.

When he saw Song Chuyi safe and sound in bed, his shoulders sagged with relief.

He strode to the bedside, bent down, and crushed Song Chuyi against his chest.

His breath was hot against Song Chuyi’s neck, his voice thick with emotion.

"I thought... I’d lost you."

God, he’d nearly lost it when he saw A’Chu appearing in the monsters’ domain.

Especially when he touched him but only encountered empty air, an overwhelming sense of panic engulfed him, nearly crushing him.

Thank God.

Thank God his A'Chu was alright.

"I'll do anything you ask."

Si Song's lips pressed lightly against Song Chuyi's neck.

"Please, don't leave me."

He could suppress all his dark, greedy urges, as long as A'Chu wouldn't leave.

Song Chuyi patted his shoulder, picked up the phone on the nightstand, and started hammering out words.

"While asleep, I felt like I was in the place where you were fighting monsters."

"After the monster died, a white glow streamed into me, like it was healing my vocal cords."

Dead serious, he forced eye contact with Si Song after typing these two sentences.

"I. WANT. TO. TALK!!!"

Three giant exclamation points clearly conveyed his urgency.

Before Si Song could fully process his previous words, he blurted out, "Okay."

"I will definitely make A'Chu speak."

Only then did Song Chuyi nod in satisfaction, then wrote again: "I want to fight monsters with you."

Si Song frowned slightly.

After a few seconds of thought, he said solemnly, "Alright, you can come."

If A'Chu asked, he would agree to it.

Si Song put together a crack squad. To protect Song Chuyi, he always brought Zhou Bosheng, Wu Xiong, and Lou Lanyao along on missions.

With them around, they had his back.

As more and more monsters died, the white light rising from their bodies entered Song Chuyi's body.

Gradually, he found his voice.

At first, he could only manage short bursts, like "eat," "sit," or "sleep."

But slowly, his vocabulary grew.

However, since his voice was untrained, stringing words together still proved difficult.

Even so, Song Chuyi jumped at every chance to speak.

"Si Song, gimme soda."

"Hostiles incoming! Cover me."

"I saw netizens arguing over who's hotter—you or Zhou Bosheng and the others."

"Si Song, do you like me?"

Si Song froze for a moment, seemingly caught off guard by Song Chuyi's sudden question.

After a brief pause, he answered almost without hesitation, "Yes."

"I really like you."

"Nobody could ever love you like I do."

Song Chuyi pressed a finger to Si Song's lips, eyes crinkling with delight.

"I like you too."

He'd finally said it!

Si Song must be completely smitten by now.

Happiness was shining in Song Chuyi's eyes.

Just as he had expected, Si Song pulled him into a crushing hug.

He shook uncontrollably, his arms desperately wrapping around Song Chuyi—wanting to hold him gently, yet driven by the hungry yearning in his chest to meld their bodies together.

These warring impulses left him lost all control in that instant.

Driven by instinct, he kissed Song Chuyi's lips.

Song Chuyi met the kiss eagerly.

And once the kiss was reciprocated, there was no stopping now.

Song Chuyi noticed the change in Si Song, his eye corners flushing pink.

He draped his leg over Si Song’s waist and chuckled softly.

"You like me, and I like you."

"Should we act on these feelings?"

The light fell upon him, softly glowing, almost holy.

Yet, the slight upward tilt of his eyes held an intoxicating allure, like an immortal who had fallen to the mortal world.

No one could resist him like this.

Especially not Si Song.

Reason had long since vanished, leaving only white-hot desire.

His voice was hoarse as he breathed in reply, "Yes."

The lights dimmed, barely illuminating their tangled forms.

Their shadows intertwined, quickly consumed by the dark.

Somewhere in the distance, monsters' screams pierced the air, only to be abruptly cut short.

In the midst of chaos, Song Chuyi saw the world's true fate.

Destruction.

It seemed the heavens of this world had run countless simulations, and each one ended in destruction.

When higher-dimensional monsters far superior to this world descended, only destruction awaited.

Fortunately, he had arrived.

Song Chuyi heard the heavens murmur:

"Thank you."

In that moment, he realized what the white light surging from the monsters' corpses was.

It was the heavens' gratitude—their thanks for saving this world.

Those scenes flashed before his eyes and vanished quickly, only for him to feel Si Song kiss the corner of his eye.

"What's on your mind, A'Chu?"

Song Chuyi wrapped his arms around his neck, looking up at him with a playful grin.

"I was thinking... you don't have much stamina."

His lips curled up as he still had the energy to sway his hips.

"The night's still young~"

Si Song's expression darkened before he crushed their lips together in a kiss.

"A'Chu, you asked for this."

Since he dared to say Song couldn't keep up, he’d just have to prove him wrong completely.

Thus, Song Chuyi, who had been "hard at work" until 3 a.m.:

— Now completely spent.