The Cold, Aloof Dominatrix After Parasitically Entering a Rich Family - Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Confession: “I love you, Tu Si.”

After Gong Shayu went downstairs, Tu Si put on her bathrobe. Her true form had stretched out, and she felt completely energized. Her skin was translucent white, though her hair was still damp.

This scene was common after they got married. But tonight, Gong Shayu’s eyes were stung by the winding water trails on Tu Si’s chest.

“Go, sit there,” Miss Gong pointed her chin at the beanbag chair in the living room, instructing Tu Si to sit.

Tu Si obediently sat down, her back straight like a student diligently attending an open class. She was unaware that the genius Tu’s usual posture in a real open class was her face buried in her arms.

Gong Shayu walked over with the hairdryer, standing between Tu Si’s legs. She leaned slightly, her fingers running through Tu Si’s damp hair. A warm breeze flowed between the two.

One hand supported the back of the Cuscuta spirit’s head, the other separated the strands of hair. As the warm air brushed past Tu Si’s ears, the latter involuntarily shrank her neck.

“So the wind isn’t hot after all?” Tu Si narrowed her eyes comfortably, wrapping her arms around Gong Shayu’s waist, deliberately misbehaving by pinching Miss Gong’s lower back through the fabric.

“Don’t move,” Gong Shayu’s voice was muffled by the wind noise, but the movement of her hands became even gentler.

The sweet floral scent was blown apart by the warm wind. A secretive, special intimacy swelled between them.

Ten minutes later, Tu Si’s hair was dry. Her naturally curly, long black hair, with its multicolored sheen, looked as if every strand had been meticulously styled, hanging smoothly over her chest.

Compared to her usual post-shower look, she looked like she had an instant beauty filter applied.

The hairdryer switched off. Gong Shayu set it aside, pulled up a chair, and sat down opposite Tu Si.

“Tu Si, look into my eyes.”

Her voice was very soft, so soft that it sounded foreign even to herself: “I don’t care if you are a human, a small animal, or… a plant. In my eyes, you are unique in this world. I don’t want to see you harmed in the slightest. For the rest of my life, I want to protect you properly.”

Tu Si’s mind went half-blank upon hearing these words. She simply stared at Gong Shayu in a daze.

“I love you, Tu Si.”

Gong Shayu kissed her dazed eye corner.

The other half of Tu Si’s mind also went blank—no, her whole being was emptied.

This emptiness was different from the one after she and Gong Shayu made love. She felt her heart was filled with something heavy, yet her body couldn’t help but float upward. The tears in her eyes seemed to have hit a switch, flowing uncontrollably down her face.

“So… will you tell Jie-jie everything about you, everything about you guys? Okay?”

Gong Shayu used her lips to wipe away the tears, inch by inch. Her voice was low and gentle, tempting Tu Si to sink into it.

However, just as she was about to surrender to the tenderness, the following voices echoed in her ear again:

“You must never tell any human your identity!”

“Remember, they will be afraid, they will panic, they will take you to a laboratory, to a mental hospital.”

“As soon as you tell them, you are exposing your weakness to them…”

These voices were like heavy hammers, harshly slamming the floating Cuscuta spirit back to the ground.

She subconsciously clenched her hands, the veins prominent on the back of her pale hands.

“Okay, okay, relax. Tell me when you feel ready.”

Gong Shayu’s actions were as gentle as the lingering notes of a violin, as soft as water waves, causing the flower that had bloomed on Tu Si’s head at some point to tremble.

Miss Gong stopped pressing Tu Si, merely stroking the still-budding flower on her head.

The moment her fingers left, Tu Si slowly spoke: “I am a Cuscuta spirit.”

“I know,” Gong Shayu said calmly: “I am a human.”

Tu Si thought there was something wrong with her ears. After talking with Kong Meng, Tu Si had told many humans she was a Cuscuta spirit, like Red, Yellow, and Blue. They had responded with: “I’m a Morning Glory/Canola Flower/Dopamine.”

The last time she told Gong Shayu, the woman’s reaction wasn’t like this.

“When did you know?” Tu Si suddenly became anxious.

“Last time at the music fountain. I saw it,” Gong Shayu said calmly.

Tu Si stared at Gong Shayu, her eyes instantly reddening: “No wonder, so… that’s why you ignored me.”

Gong Shayu hadn’t expected Tu Si to still remember that incident. She awkwardly hugged the girl: “Cici… I just needed some time to digest it.”

Tu Si murmured: “You were still scared of me.”

Gong Shayu completely panicked for the first time. She kissed Tu Si’s forehead, her voice husky: “I wasn’t scared. I just needed some time to accept it. The moment I brought you back, I had already accepted it, okay?”

“Really?” Tu Si’s tone was no longer forceful, sounding more like a whine.

“Really.”

Gong Shayu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She increasingly liked Tu Si’s simple, pure, and easily appeased personality.

Tu Si: “But why don’t I quite believe you?”

Gong Shayu: “…”

“If I’m lying to you, you,” Gong Shayu picked up the iron clothes hanger Tu Si had brought from Ya Lu Port, “you can use this to punish me from now on, alright?”

The words startled both Tu Si and Gong Shayu simultaneously.

Neither of them had ever expected Gong Shayu to say something like that.

Tu Si stopped crying and paused for a while, as if gathering her thoughts.

Meeting Gong Shayu’s encouraging gaze, she continued: “Sister Bai Ying is a rabbit, Sister Hu Die is a butterfly, and Sister A Li is a fox. And at our school, there’s a peony and a peacock spirit.”

Despite being mentally prepared, Gong Shayu’s heart still surged with shock upon hearing this, but she had to maintain a nonchalant facade, something she was well-versed in.

Tu Si saw that Gong Shayu didn’t scream in terror as Kong Meng had said humans would, nor did she show any signs of disgust. She felt emboldened to continue: “There’s also an organization called the Demon Management Bureau. I’ve never seen it, but they say this bureau captures demons with spiritual power above level B.”

“Then what… is your spiritual power?” Gong Shayu asked.

“I don’t know. It must be very low. The Demon Management Bureau isn’t looking for me right now. I’ve been searching for…” Tu Si suddenly swallowed the rest of the sentence. An instinct told her not to discuss humans with moles on their backs with Gong Shayu. She would be upset.

Gong Shayu could tell Tu Si was hiding something, just as an adult can easily see a child hiding a half-eaten candy wrapper. But she didn’t intend to scold the child for eating candy, so she continued to ask: “What are you looking for? Maybe I can help you.”

“I’m looking for the Demon Management Bureau. Sister Bai Ying said that Hu Die and A Li were both captured by them,” Tu Si suddenly remembered that Gong Shayu also didn’t like them, and her voice became quieter and quieter.

“Okay,” Gong Shayu stroked the side of Tu Si’s hair, saying gently yet firmly: “I will help you find them.”

That feeling of weightlessness returned. Tu Si leaned against Gong Shayu’s shoulder bonelessly, murmuring intimately: “Jie-jie, I feel like I’m going to fly.”

Gong Shayu: “…”

Should I explain Newton’s laws to her?

However, in the next second, a strange sensation of lightness suddenly seized her.

Gong Shayu also clearly felt that she seemed to be suspended in mid-air. Looking down, her body was still firmly seated in the chair.

Not only that, her senses were becoming incredibly sharp at an alarming rate—

Her sight penetrated the dim light, allowing her to see the tiny fuzz behind Tu Si’s ear;

Her hearing captured the slight sound of a falling leaf three meters outside the window hitting the ground;

She could even distinguish the faint, subtle scent of celery drifting in the air…

The first two were understandable, but the third was a bit far-fetched. They definitely hadn’t eaten celery for dinner, and there was none in the fridge. Could it be from the neighbor’s house? The neighboring house in Yufu was at least 500 meters away. To smell celery so clearly—could it be a Celery spirit?

“Do you smell celery?” Gong Shayu asked Tu Si alertly.

Tu Si: “Mm-hmm. I planted celery outside.”

Gong Shayu: “!”

Why are my senses suddenly so acute?