Chapter 455: Xiao Achu’s Transparent Jellyfish is a Big Eater (9)

Chapter 455: Xiao Achu’s Transparent Jellyfish is a Bottomless Pit (9)

Although Fifteen had already transformed into human form, he couldn’t shake off the habits from his time as a jellyfish.

He lifted his head slightly, as if brushing against Song Chuyi’s palm.

A'Chu seemed to have said a lot, and though he didn’t process it in his mind, he memorized every word.

When he needed them, those words would come to mind.

Jellyfish don’t need such complex knowledge or memory storage, but he loved everything about A'Chu.

Even the things he said could be "absorbed" as "food."

After absorbing the pronunciation of each word, he nudged his knee.

"A'Chu, I’m hungry."

It was already very late, and it was time to eat.

Seeing how obedient Fifteen was, Song Chuyi smiled and spoke.

"You did great posing for photos today, so we got a lot of donations."

"The audience loved it tonight, so you can go all out tonight."

He stood up and extended his right hand, wanting to pull him up.

Fifteen gazed at him, dazed.

The overhead light drenched Song Chuyi in soft light.

*So beautiful... Want to eat.*

Fifteen gulped, feeling even hungrier.

He placed his hand in Song Chuyi’s palm and stood up.

Once upright, Song Chuyi realized Fifteen was a full half-head taller than him.

He’d been so tiny as a jellyfish—who’d guess he’d tower like this?

Then again, with an appetite like his, his height made sense.

Song Chuyi blinked, then coughed lightly upon noticing only a thin layer of gauze covered Fifteen’s private parts.

"There’s only women’s clothing here. You okay with wearing that?"

Fifteen shook his head and pointed at the clothes Song Chuyi had changed out of.

"I’ll wear yours."

Song Chuyi blinked. "Huh?"

"If you wear my clothes, what will I wear?" Fifteen’s smile didn’t waver. "Pretty."

Fifteen toyed with the hem of the skirt on Song Chuyi’s body, with a sweet, guileless smile.

"This looks nice."

He didn’t fully grasp 'pretty,' but he felt the word suited A'Chu perfectly.

Like the word was made for A'Chu.

Song Chuyi’s mouth twisted.

Though he admitted the dress was beautiful, he was a guy!

If he wore this out, wouldn’t someone report him for cross-dressing?

"Stay here—I’ll grab you normal clothes."

Fifteen just shook his head, picked up Song Chuyi’s discarded clothes, and put them on.

Though loose on Song Chuyi, they fit Fifteen perfectly.

But while they made Song Chuyi look soft, the white T-shirt on Fifteen didn’t appear fragile at all—instead, it oozed raw charm.

After dressing, Fifteen cocked his head, as if remembering something, then bent down and hugged Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi gaped at him. "What are you doing?"

"Getting late-night food." Fifteen had already learned the term from him.

Song Chuyi: "..."

He looked at his strappy dress, embarrassed, and buried his face in Fifteen’s chest.

His reputation—gone in an instant!

Fifteen was quick. By the time he answered, they were already downstairs, leaving Song Chuyi no chance to back out.

Song Chuyi could only console himself—it’s late, no one will see, no one will see.

Of course, luck wasn’t on his side. Nearby was a happening food street, still lively at 2 a.m., brightly lit and crowded.

Fifteen was drop-dead gorgeous, and with what looked like his "girlfriend" in his arms, they turned every head.

The person being carried had smooth, pale skin exposed to the air.

Some couldn’t help but think—if that were their "girlfriend," they’d carry her like treasure.

Fifteen knew exactly what to order, as if he’d been human for years.

Only snag? Paying. Since he had no phone, Song Chuyi had to scan the codes.

Song Chuyi paid lightning-fast, not lingering a second longer than necessary.

But even a few seconds were enough for the onlookers to get a clear look at him.

Gorgeous—the unanimous verdict. Especially those lips—glossed and tempting, unforgettable at a glance, making people want to claim them.

Probably red from kissing, too shy to show his face.

That guy had some nerve—but who could resist?

Who’d say no to holding him?

Even after Fifteen finished buying the late-night snack and left holding Song Chuyi, many people were still talking about them.

After returning home, Song Chuyi squirmed out of Fifteen's arms.

"Tomorrow for the livestream, you're staying at home. You're not coming with me," he said.

He picked up the late-night snack and took an angry bite of the pancake.

"Understand?"

His tone was fierce, but his faintly pink-tinged eyes softened the deliberate harshness.

Fifteen sat down and ate the late-night snack with him, speaking slowly.

"I'm going with A'Chu," he said.

He rubbed his stomach, dead serious.

"If A'Chu doesn't let me follow, I'll eat this building."

He paused, realizing something was wrong. If he ate this building, A'Chu would have nowhere to live.

So he amended, "I'll eat the building next door."

Song Chuyi shot back, "No!"

"You can't eat weird stuff like that."

"You'll get sick, understand?" he said.

Fifteen tilted his head, his face getting even more serious.

"I won't."

"I'm tough," he said.

He took Song Chuyi's hand and placed it on his stomach.

"I can eat it."

"I won't get sick," he said.

Song Chuyi: "..."

Of course, he knew the villain didn't get sick—otherwise, in the story's background, he wouldn't have devoured whole planets.

But he couldn't just stand by and watch the villain go around eating buildings.

He gripped Fifteen's hand in return. "I don't like it when you eat weird stuff."

"As long as you don't eat it when you want to, I'll kiss you," he said.

Fifteen's eyes lit up.

A kiss? He liked that idea.

"Okay."

He agreed immediately, leaning his face closer.

"A'Chu, kiss."

Song Chuyi patted his shoulder.

"I meant if you choose not to eat junk food when you feel like it, then I can kiss you."

This time, Fifteen understood clearly.

"Now, I want to eat."

"I resisted."

"Now kiss me."

Song Chuyi: ?!?

"Aren’t you having a snack?"

Fifteen looked down at the pastry in his hand, wolfed it down, and gave a firm nod.

"Still hungry."

He still felt hungry—the snack didn’t cut it.

He wanted to devour everything—the coffee table in front of him, the sofa across, the walls around them.

But what he wanted most was A'Chu before him, who had eyes only for him.

"A'Chu."

He whispered.

"Still hungry."

Battling his hunger, he looked at Song Chuyi and said earnestly again:

"A'Chu, I resisted."

Song Chuyi sighed.

He'd already promised—backing out now would be wrong.

But with how much he eats, Song Chuyi had a feeling there would be plenty more kisses in their future. (He pouted before saying "Now kiss me.")