I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 552

Chapter 552: Chapter 552

"Huh?"

You didn’t mishear, you just couldn’t react in time.

"Zhao’er, what did you just say?"

"Let’s make love."

Zhao’er’s voice was as bland as cool boiled water, but when you heard these words, they became scalding hot water!

You shakily reached out like a nonagenarian, grasping Zhao’er’s jade-like tender white, silky smooth hand, a touch of displeasure on your face, "Zhao’er, tell me, who taught you to say that?"

Zhao’er tilted her head slightly, gazing steadily at you, and said, "Yun, you’re angry."

"That’s not the point." You shook your head abruptly, "The point is, who taught you to say those words just now."

Zhao’er thought for a moment and said, "It was Yu Meizi."

"Who?"

"Yu Meizi, robot girlfriend."

You were somewhat disordered, suddenly feeling like you couldn’t keep up with Zhao’er’s train of thought.

Of course, Zhao’er herself did not have what you’d call a train of thought; what she said was purely based on her immediate reaction.

Through interacting with Zhao’er, you quickly came to understand.

It turned out that this robot girlfriend named Yu Meizi came from a TV drama in Beihai Country, which Zhao’er had just finished watching the finale of tonight. And "Let’s make love," was a phrase Yu Meizi often said to the male lead, and also the very last thing she said to him.

After learning the ins and outs of the situation, the nameless anger in your heart finally subsided. At first, you thought someone was deliberately corrupting Zhao’er.

There are many people who would find it strange that while you deeply love Zhao’er, you haven’t consummated your relationship, becoming true lovers, or even husband and wife - after all, it’s not unusual for college students to marry these days.

For you, this was a form of restraint you showed towards Zhao’er, as well as respect.

In your eyes, Zhao’er had not yet regained her senses, and if you were to take her most precious thing in such a state, you would feel guilty for life.

Zhao’er wasn’t just your Zhao’er; she was also herself. Nobody could entice or force her, not even you.

Besides, the most important thing between people is the emotional connection of the soul, not the heat of desire upon encounter.

Looking at Zhao’er, gazing at this girl you deeply loved, you reach out and gently brushed away a lock of hair from the tip of her nose, smiling, "Zhao’er, can you tell me why you said that phrase to me? Do you know what it means?"

Zhao’er nodded gently, and a tenderness reserved only for you shone in her eyes, "Er Ya said, this sentence can only be told to the person one likes most. I like Yun the most, so I wanted to say it to Yun."

"Mhm."

You nodded with a smile, your face naturally brimming with happiness.

After contemplating, you tentatively asked again, "Zhao’er, do you know what it means to like someone?"

Zhao’er thought for a moment, then stood up without warning, bent down, and spilled her flower-scented long hair over your face, covering half of it.

Following that, a soft, warm touch that felt as though it could melt your entire heart and being came from your forehead.

"Pop."

Zhao’er, for the first time, took the initiative to kiss your forehead.

Yes, you saw it right; she initiated it.

In that moment, you were stupefied, dumbfounded, besotted...

"Zhao... Zhao’er, you... why did you... kiss..."

It was just a peck on the forehead, yet you suddenly found yourself incapable of speaking properly.

"Didn’t Yun also kiss me?" Zhao’er said, "Er Ya told me this is the best way to express one’s inner feelings."

When she spoke more profound words, Zhao’er’s voice became even more stilted; you knew these might just be her rote memorization, but it was enough, more than enough...

Zhao’er, your Zhao’er, she had actually taken the initiative to kiss someone.

Touching your forehead, you suddenly felt a warmth, an intense warmth...

Ha ha ha, ha ha ha...

In front of Zhao’er, you suddenly burst into silly laughter.

Right at that moment, the clock turned to eight o’clock. Zhao’er stretched out with an inviting yawn and said, "Yun, I’m sleepy."

"Mhm, alright, let’s go to sleep."

Knowing Zhao’er’s sleeping habits, you were well aware that as soon as she yawned, within ten seconds, she would fall into deep sleep.

You held Zhao’er in your arms and brought her to bed, gently and slowly placing her on your not so soft mattress.

Zhao’er was wearing a beautiful pale purple dress today; if she slept in it, it might get wrinkled. But, you found yourself at a loss suddenly.

You didn’t know why, but back when Zhao’er hadn’t yet learned to speak, you could easily help her undress, bathe, put on pajamas, and sleep together; but not now. As Zhao’er became more and more like a normal person, the harder it became for you to bring yourself to do it, feeling like it would be beastly of you.

After much deliberation, you finally gave up on the idea of changing Zhao’er’s clothes. After a simple wash-up, you lay in your pajamas beside her, resting your head on your hand, back against the bed’s outer railing, staring fixedly at Zhao’er’s endlessly fascinating face...

After many had fallen asleep, the light in Wu Qiyi’s room at Ladies’ Home was still on.

She was wearing a sexy cotton pajama set, sitting at the head of her bed, flipping gently through a thick Russian book.

Soon, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

Wu Qiyi didn’t even look up, continuing to read the awkward and tongue-twisting Russian text.

Xi Yu came in carrying a wooden tray with a cup of hot milk on it.

"Miss, it’s late, you should rest," Xi Yu said, placing the delicate glass cup of hot milk on Wu Qiyi’s bedside table.

"Mhm, soon. I’ll sleep after this scene." Wu Qiyi looked up and smiled faintly at Xi Yu, "You’ve had a long day too, go to sleep."

Xi Yu, wearing a look of concern, gazed fixedly at Wu Qiyi, "Miss, I truly don’t understand why you don’t tell Master Li all about your longing for him. I think with Master Li’s personality, and his feelings for you, he surely wouldn’t reject you. I know that Master Li also has you in his heart, it’s just that he can’t let go of Zhao’er."

"I don’t want to hear this a second time," Wu Qiyi put down the thick book, picked up the glass, and drained the hot milk in one gulp.

"Miss, I really can’t bear to watch this continue. Everything you’re doing now is paving the way for Zhao’er. Even if she regains her senses and thanks you later, what then? Miss, what you want isn’t their gratitude, but the care and warmth from Master Li, isn’t it?"

After putting the glass bottle on the bedside table, which already had a small photo frame on it, Wu Qiyi picked up the photo frame. Inside the frame was an old photo with two children, around five or six years old, a boy and a girl. The boy looked a bit mischievous with a mushroom cut, while the girl had two cute ponytails.

Whenever Wu Qiyi saw the little boy in the frame, a warm and happy smile emerged on her beautiful face.

"Actually, I died many years ago. The reason I’ve lived until now is just that I wanted to steal a few more glances at him, to hear him speak; to see him laugh, to see him cheer, to see him run... that’s enough for me."

"But, but your illness is cured now, what’s more, it was Master Li who risked his life to go down to the deepest part of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, in Heavenless Hell he confronted King Qinguang, in front of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, to bring you back! Doesn’t that prove Master Li’s feelings for you?"