I Will Never Submit to Miss Grim Reaper - Chapter 163

Chapter 163: I Beg You, I Will Behave, So Please Acknowledge Me

 

?Nuo’er’s Diary – May 13, 2022, Monday, Clear Weather?

?With the opening of the café, I’ve been gradually getting busier these days.?

?Especially during the three days from May 10th to 12th, the number of people coming to the café has multiplied several times. With the café manager hospitalized and not at the café, I’ve been so busy that I can hardly distinguish between day and night. When will the cats in the shop become cat girls? That way, they can help me share the workload.?

?Today is the first weekend I’ve had after the busy period, and I’m very happy. This is also the main reason I chose to work at the café – you get days off when you’re supposed to, and there’s a stable eight days off every month. In months with major holidays like May, you can even get an extra three days off. However, considering that Xiamo and I didn’t work the first week of May, Ouyang Xue deducted two days from our holiday. So, in May, we have a total of nine days off. After taking these two days off, I still have seven days off in the second half of the month, making it quite relaxing.?

?Xiamo said I get to decide where we go on vacation. Actually, I don’t think it needs to be that serious. We can go wherever we want. Of course, sleeping at home is the best, and most importantly… I feel like I can’t control this little devil outside (^?^)?

?In the end, I took Xiamo to that place in my memory, and then Xiamo ate me up.?

?But this time doesn’t count because there’s catnip in the garden. Catnip has a special effect on me. Heroes use sleeping tea on girls, not me.?

?In the evening, when I came back from Starlight Elementary School, I bought a pot of lilies. The uncle selling flowers said they were musk lilies, very delicate, with a flowering period in May and June, costing more than thirty yuan.?

?Xiamo seemed to really like the look of these flowers. After coming back, she couldn’t even be bothered to eat the grape ice powder I made for her. She placed the lilies at the center of the flower bed, providing an excellent spot for sunlight.?

?It seems that Xiamo is particularly easy to tease tonight. After I finish bathing, I’ll go devour her (???). I’ll come back tomorrow to update the diary with the specific details.?

?……?

……

 

On Tuesday morning, the sunlight seemed even more scorching than yesterday.

 

Early in the morning, as I climbed out of bed, memories of various “playful activities” with Xiamo from last night crossed my mind. For some reason, the first thing I did was reach for the diary on the bedside table and gaze at the cute and graceful handwriting of the little girl on it, feeling a bit absent-minded.

 

Various soft and cute descriptive words, along with a bunch of peculiar emoticons… Is this really something I wrote? I recalled the scene of taking a bath with Yin Xiamo after coming back last night. It seems… I was indeed a little excited at that moment.

 

It feels like one’s soul or personality is easily influenced by the body and the external environment. After coming back last night, I put on the rabbit nightgown as usual, the little dress light and soft, making me feel exceptionally cool and comfortable. Looking down, I could see my slightly swollen chest and those two adorable rabbit ears, all in a lovely pink. Paired with the occasional glimpses of a girl’s legs and feet passing by my eyes, I couldn’t help but instinctively feel… that the whole world was full of adorable beauty.

 

The key is that since Xiamo filled my room with “otaku supplies” she bought, the overall style has changed a lot. Not only is the small bed covered with enchanting succubus beauties, and the sheets are adorned with lolis and little girls, even the pillows are enticingly alluring.

 

Imagine this: me as a little girl, sitting in this room, writing in the diary on a small chair. The hands holding the pen, as tender and white as jade from just having a bath, and then slightly lowering the head or catching a glimpse of the raised chest and the fair thighs beneath the cute rabbit nightgown. In such an environment, it’s hard for my writing style and tone to not be “infected.”

 

Well… whatever, the diary is meant for myself to read anyway. It doesn’t really matter how the writing style is. I gently pushed aside the bangs covering my eyes on my forehead.

 

At this moment, my whole body is emitting a tingling sensation of “weakness and refreshment coexisting after a great battle,” especially in a certain organ beneath the skirt that feels somewhat unfamiliar to me. My chest feels a bit swollen, and the small rabbit that was originally similar to a boy seems to show signs of swelling. My legs are sore, and my waist feels a bit tired.

 

Since the “battle” in the park yesterday, the sense of distance between me and Yin Xiamo seems to have disappeared by half. The original her might have treated me with caution, perhaps because I am a “reincarnated” hero. When she spoke to me, there was a somewhat “guarded” feeling. In turn, I, aware of her identity as “Miss Grim Reaper,” dared not act recklessly and occasionally used polite language when we were together.

 

Then, all these barriers were shattered in that sunny little garden… What should have been done, what shouldn’t have been done, everything was done. Once Pandora’s box is opened, there’s no going back. Yin Xiamo now completely regards me as her “personal toy” or “adorable lover.” Not only has her speech become bolder, but even her actions have become increasingly unrestrained.

 

She and I… starting from initially sleeping in separate rooms, then Yin Xiamo finding excuses for us to sleep together, and later her moving the blanket and pillow over, forcibly insisting on sleeping together. Finally, she bought succubus hug pillows and bed sheets, transforming my small bed into a second-dimensional appearance, completing the entire process of “merging two beds.”

 

Moreover, in the first couple of days when we slept together, she at most treated me as a pillow. After turning off the lights at night, she might rub her small face against me a few times, or more boldly, pretend to lick my face, saying strange things like “Nuo’er’s taste is sweet.” However, last night, this girl directly transformed into an octopus, leaving me blushing and embarrassed.

 

The ultimate result, of course, was… I fainted again.

 

But then again, perhaps because I spent the entire day outside yesterday and the night was too lively with Yin Xiamo, I quickly fell asleep after playing around with her, and I slept until dawn without having any strange dreams.

 

—Sticking close to a girl really consumes a lot of energy, and it’s easy to get tired. After getting tired, eyes close immediately, and the whole body feels soft upon waking up.

 

Damn it, Xiamo really doesn’t hold back…

 

Feeling the lingering sensation beneath my lower abdomen after last night’s excitement receded, I picked up a pen and added the last line to this diary —

 

?Failed to push down Xiao Mo last night, will try again in a few days?

 

After that, I put away the notebook and ballpoint pen, jumped down from the small chair, and went to the living room. Checking the time, it was already past eight, and Ai Luodi should have returned. I could hear the sound of rushing water constantly coming from the second floor.

 

Yin Xiamo, wearing an apron, was holding a small spray bottle and watering the plants on several shelves filled with flower pots. Perhaps hearing my movement, she said without turning her head, “Up already? You woke up so early today, didn’t even need me to call you.”

 

“You made me last night…”

 

I yawned, walking over with a somewhat weakened body, “You’ve left me with no strength at all.”

 

“That’s why, Nuo’er, you should exercise more.”

 

The girl still didn’t turn around, “Did you sleep well?”

 

“Alright.”

 

I directly hugged Yin Xiamo from behind and teased her slender waist, “You don’t even look at me. Is it intentional?”

 

“Ahaha… It’s mainly because the flower you bought last night, Nuo’er, isn’t feeling well. I’m helping it… Haha, it’s itchy. Don’t scratch…”

 

Yin Xiamo turned around, gesturing for me to look at the lilies on the flower stand in front, “You should have bought some special fertilizer for lilies from that uncle.”

 

Nice, I found Xiaomo’s weakness – the ticklish spot.

 

“I’m not familiar with these things. At that time, I just thought this flower looked nice, so I bought it.”

 

I leaned in, “Were I deceived? Is it fake flowers?”

 

Under the warm sunlight, the lilies I brought back were still blooming quietly. The balcony connected to the living room continued to let in the morning light, casting beautiful patterns on the flawless petals of the lilies. Unlike the ugly pot that came with it last night, Yin Xiamo had now transferred this pot of lilies to a very delicate white pot. The main surface of the pot featured an artistic ink painting and an elegant calligraphy of the word “Summer (Xia).”

 

“How could it be fake? It’s real, just that this flower might appear a bit weak due to frequent bumps in the car, insufficient sunlight, and lack of nutrients,” she explained as we enjoyed the warmth of the sun.

 

Yin Xiamo explained, “I’ll change its flower pot in a while, move it to a spot by the window, add some fertilizer, and let it rest for a few days. It should be fine.”

 

“Oh…”

 

I nodded in partial understanding, “Do we need to water it every day then?”

 

“No, lilies are quite delicate. We can judge whether it needs water based on the condition of its petals.”

 

Yin Xiamo placed the spray bottle aside, took off her gloves, and then dipped her fingers in water. She pointed to one of the most flourishing flowers, “For example, we can see this flower as Nuo’er.”

 

“Huh?”

 

I was a bit puzzled, “What am I supposed to be in this analogy?”

 

“Nuo’er is like a flower, sometimes shy, sometimes soft. But if you find the most moist and tender part of this flower, you can make it produce the sweetest nectar.”

 

“Huh, what?”

 

“You see, this lily is currently in a somewhat shy state. The stigma is rather dry, so we need to make it a bit moist first.”

 

As she spoke, the girl took the small spray bottle from the side again, rotated the nozzle to make the mist spread more widely.

 

“Sssss…”

 

While watering the flower, Yin Xiamo continuously used her small hand to gently stroke the petals, sometimes going deep, sometimes circling the edges. Her delicate and agile fingers, belonging to a beautiful girl, moved gracefully.

 

“The inside of the flower is more delicate and needs careful care. After adding water, the stamen deep within the flower will gradually reveal itself, and then we can gently explore inside…”

 

The jade-like hands “comforted” the pure white petals for a while. The girl then gently lifted the slightly raised stigma due to the mist, indicating the faint white color on her fingertips. “You see, as long as you treat it with care and nurture it, the flower will reward you. It will let us absorb its colors, or… produce sweet nectar.”

 

“What random nonsense are you talking about!”

 

Finally understanding what Yin Xiamo was saying, I took a step forward and gave her head a direct “thud.”

 

“Just water the flowers properly. You’re going to exhaust them with all this fuss!”

 

“That’s why you shouldn’t come every day!”

 

Yin Xiamo held her head, wearing an expression that seemed to say, ‘I’ll dare to do it next time’, “It needs to be gradual. Even for nectar… demanding it from the flower every day is too much.”

 

“Someday you’ll be eaten by the flowers you raised!”

 

I glared at her, took the spray bottle, and asked, “Are there any other pots that haven’t been watered? I’ll do it.”

 

“None, oh wait, there is. Give the grapevine leaves on the balcony a spray of water so they won’t get sunburned when facing the big sun later.”

 

Yin Xiamo took off her apron, “Darling, there’s something I want to tell you.”

 

I walked towards the balcony with the spray bottle, “What is it?”

 

From behind, Yin Xiamo’s lively voice sounded, “Well… today, I want to take a day off.”

 

“A day off?” I sprayed water on the grapevine outside the balcony while expressing confusion, “Aren’t you already off today?”

 

“Not a work-related day off, but… a day off with you.”

 

A day off with me?

 

I turned around, “What do you mean?”

 

“It’s just… I want to go out and do something today, alone.”

 

Yin Xiamo said earnestly, “I’ll be back in the evening.”

 

“You want to go out? Why?”

Upon hearing this, I felt a bit worried for some reason, “Is it something particularly urgent or dangerous?”

 

“No, it’s not particularly urgent or dangerous, it’s just…”

 

Yin Xiamo, usually so talented and eloquent, now seemed to have a feeling of ‘not knowing how to explain’.

 

“It’s just that there’s some personal matter, I need to be out for a day. Nuo’er, you can do something you like today.”

 

“……”

 

At this moment, for some reason, I recalled the weakened girl in the dilapidated park not long ago, struggling under the storm.

 

“Is it really not something very dangerous? Like going to duel with the Demon King again?”

 

“How could it be? The Demon King has already been taken care of. In this world, I am the master of death. No one can harm me.”

 

“Are you not returning to the other world to seek revenge on other enemies?”

 

“I have long lost any attachment to the other world. Going back would require a tremendous amount of magic power, and there would be another explosion when coming back here. I’m not that idle.”

 

Perhaps concerned that I might get carried away with wild thoughts, Yin Xiamo added, “Really, it’s just a personal matter I need to take care of. It’s not convenient to bring Nuo’er along, and there won’t be any problems, I promise!”

 

“Really?”

 

“Really!”

 

“Hold on a moment.”

 

After spraying water droplets over the grapevine outside the balcony, I put the spray bottle back and returned to Yin Xiamo’s room. I found the large cardboard box containing the gaming console, brought it to the living room, and said, “Xiao Mo, lie down inside.”

 

Yin Xiamo was a bit puzzled, “Wha… what for?”

 

“I want to run a test.”

 

I crossed my arms, “If you pass the test, I’ll approve your leave.”

 

“A te… test?”

 

Yin Xiamo glanced at me and then at the cardboard box, “How exactly do we test this?”

 

“You lie down inside the cardboard box. I’ll close the top, then count silently to 60. After that, come out and say ‘Good morning, Nuo’er, meow’.”

 

“What?”

 

Yin Xiamo looked somewhat embarrassed, “Isn’t this too embarrassing? …Meowing, isn’t that supposed to be Nuo’er’s exclusive privilege?”

 

“Anyway, that’s the test.”

 

I put on a serious expression, “After you go inside, I’ll close the top of the cardboard box. Count to 60 silently, then come out and say ‘Good morning, Nuo’er, meow.’ Otherwise, I won’t allow you to leave alone for such a long time.”

 

Although I knew that with Yin Xiamo’s personality, even if she suddenly disappeared without saying a word, there was nothing I could do. However, since she voluntarily applied for the “leave,” I had to conduct a test.

 

I was genuinely afraid that she might vanish again, just like before.

 

Oh, speaking of which, she still owed me for standing me up that time!

 

I had prepared dinner, bought fruits, and even brewed tea. But the dinner got cold, and I didn’t see her at all. If I hadn’t cleverly gone out in the pouring rain to find her, our relationship with this Miss Grim Reaper might still be in a complicated state!

 

“Well… alright then.”

 

Perhaps sensing that I was serious, Yin Xiamo walked to the side of the cardboard box, took off her shoes, stepped into the box, and then slowly lay down, curling up her body.

 

I stepped forward and covered the top of the cardboard box with the stacked pieces of paper one by one.

 

“Okay, you can start counting seconds now.”

 

After confirming the sealing of the box, I took out my phone and opened the video recording function.

 

“……”

 

The spacious living room suddenly quieted down.

 

I maintained the posture of holding the phone for recording, ensuring the camera was steadily facing the cardboard box in front of me.

 

Places like the cardboard box were Yin Xiamo’s last “sanctuary,” much like my “blanket” every night.

 

When I was still Uncle before, as an author, most of the “nightmares” that were terrifying for ordinary people were considered “sweet dreams” for me.

 

For example, encountering ghosts or monsters in dreams, I would curiously approach, with my first reaction being, “I have new material for a novel,” rather than “What do I do if the ghost kills me.”

 

In my dreams, I was almost never afraid of loneliness or death.

 

But… the only dreams that could make me scared, even to the point of crying, were those related to “real-life pressures.”

 

For example, during the period when the company’s boss ran away and my phone constantly displayed messages like “Your rent is overdue,” I often had dreams related to these situations. I dreamt that my Alipay and bank accounts had no money, and even the balances were negative. The landlord was outside the door with a sledgehammer, banging loudly, one after another. Dreams like this would make me suddenly jump out of bed, gasping for breath, and waking up with tears streaming down my face.

 

Similarly, after losing my job and relying on writing novels full-time to earn money, during that time when my collections and subscriptions dropped, and readers expressing negative emotions in the comments would give me nightmares. I dreamt of not having enough royalties to cover the rent for the month, dreaming that some readers who used to support me canceled their subscriptions after seeing negative comments in the comment section. Then editors would keep messaging me, saying there were no recommendations for the month, and the landlord outside would keep scolding the tenant for being useless and unable to afford the rent.

 

Having such dreams, the pressure was immense, and I would cry directly in my dreams, mouth wide open, but because it was a dream, no sound would come out.

 

But no matter how great the pressure in reality, every night before falling asleep, I would comfort myself, thinking that once I fell asleep, I wouldn’t know anything, and maybe I would even have a dream where I made money.

 

At that time, the significance of the bed to me… felt almost like the significance of the cardboard box to Yin Xiamo. If she could genuinely lie inside, accurately count to 60 seconds, and then come out very contentedly, selling her cuteness, then I would believe that she wasn’t lying when she said she had “something to attend to.”

 

Fifty-five seconds, fifty-six seconds, fifty-nine seconds, sixty seconds. According to the timer on my phone, at the sixtieth second, the previously quiet cardboard box in front of me made a rustling sound. Immediately after, Yin Xiamo popped out with a “pu” sound and then energetically greeted me,

 

“Good morning, Nuo’er, meow!”

 

“Click.” I ended the recording and saved the file.

 

“Alright, I trust you.”

 

Putting away my phone, I yawned, “What time will you be back tonight?”

 

“Huh, is that it?”

 

Yin Xiamo seemed somewhat surprised by my straightforwardness, “I’ll be back before it gets dark, around seven o’clock.”

 

“Okay.”

 

I hugged the cardboard box, “Are we having dinner at home?”

 

“Yes!”

 

The girl leaned in and planted a kiss on my face, “I want to eat the meal Nuo’er cooked! Chicken soup, and those spare ribs too!!”

 

“Sweet and sour spare ribs, right?”

“Yeah, that’s it, tangy and sweet.”

 

Yin Xiamo adjusted her clothes and walked towards the entrance, “Indeed, you’re the cutest little wife under the command of Death himself, Nuo’er.”

 

“Cut it out.”

 

I carried the cardboard box and placed it back in Yin Xiamo’s room, then walked to the doorway of the living room, “What about breakfast? Have you eaten?”

 

“I’ll grab something on the way. Nuo’er has already taught me how to eat various foods outside and interact with people.”

 

Yin Xiamo pointed to the pocket on her jeans, “I still have over ten thousand yuan, I won’t starve.”

 

“Yes, yes, my Miss Grim Reaper is rich now, craving for all the fancy things outside.”

 

I opened the door and fetched Yin Xiamo’s shoes from the nearby shoe cabinet, “If there’s anything, call me. I’ll probably be at home writing and editing most of the day.”

 

“Okay.”

 

She planted another kiss on my face and quickly put on her shoes, saying, “Let’s go! Farewell, my dear wife!”

 

“It’s hot today, remember to drink plenty of water, don’t get heatstroke.”

 

I waved to the girl as she walked out, watching her enter the opposite elevator.

 

“……”

 

“Hmm?”

 

Back in the living room, I saw Ai Luodi, who had just finished showering, coming down from the second floor wrapped in a towel, “Where’s your wife?”

 

How does even she know about our relationship…

 

I gestured towards the door, “She went out to pick wildflowers. She said she’ll be back in the evening.”

 

“Didn’t she take you out to play?”

 

Ai Luodi yawned, “Have you had breakfast?”

 

“No.”

 

I smiled, “Just got out of bed. Planning to wash up and go downstairs to eat in a bit.”

 

“Really? That’s nice. Xiao Mo… she’s a good person.”

 

Ai Luodi, still wrapped in a towel, walked down from upstairs, took a look at the various potted plants on the flower rack, and said, “Back then, she seemed like she just crossed over from another world. My mom saw her sleeping in the garage under the building for two days alone and felt sorry for her. Our house happened to have an empty room, so she let her stay. Later, when Xiao Mo got a job, she paid back all the previous rent.”

 

“Just crossed over from another world?”

 

I was curious, “What was Xiao Mo’s situation back then?”

 

“Just kidding, there was no other world. It’s just a metaphor as I, being an editor… ah… said too much.”

 

Heading to the kitchen, Ai Luodi took a box of milk, poured it into a cup, then returned to the dining table in the living room and sat down, saying, “There are occasional people like that near the Nanqi District. This area is poor and is also known online as the best place in Shenzhen City for elderly retirement and recluse living. It has attracted many internet celebrities to come here. Maybe Xiao Mo heard about these things and came over—I’m just guessing.”

 

As she spoke, Ai Luodi took a big gulp of milk, paused for a moment, and continued, “My mom said she learned things pretty quickly at that time. After finding a place to stay here, she also found a job on her own, and life gradually got better. Originally, a girl like her, so beautiful, would definitely find someone interested in her no matter what she did.”

 

“What about Xiao Mo at that time…”

 

I pondered, “Did she do anything strange?”

 

“Huh? She’s already quite peculiar by nature.”

 

Perhaps after working all night, Ai Luodi looked a bit tired. She said, “In most cases, girls like her, beautiful, fair-skinned… are usually from relatively wealthy families, where they are well taken care of. But Xiao Mo at that time was like a homeless person. I could tell she must have had a painful past, but she barely mentioned it to anyone. Over these years, she hasn’t made many friends, and on days off, she’s almost always alone at home.”

 

“I remember you should be her first true friend she acknowledged. Before you came, I had never seen her smile.”

 

After finishing the last sip of milk, Ai Luodi burped, “Have you known each other since childhood or something?”

 

“I… I don’t really know how to put it.”

 

I chuckled, “Let’s call it a fate relationship.”

 

“Xiao Mo is the kind of girl who appears strong on the outside but is incredibly soft-hearted inside. As an author yourself, you must have written many main characters of this type.”

 

Ai Luodi stood up, took the cup to the kitchen, washed it, and put it away, saying, “Anyway, she has been a long-time tenant in our house. I’m happy to see Xiao Mo stepping out of the shadows… Both of you, keep up the good work. I’m going to bed now. Don’t make too much noise at home during the day.”

 

“Alright.”

 

As Ai Luodi went upstairs and entered her room, the whole house returned to silence. Faintly, you could hear the cheerful chirping of birds outside the window.

 

Stood in the living room for a while, I walked along the corridor to the bathroom, starting my daily routine of getting ready. Half an hour later, I came out of the bathroom, looking at the slightly ajar door of Xiamo’s room across from mine. After some hesitation, I carefully leaned in.

 

Just like before, Xiamo’s room hadn’t changed much. Everything was almost the same as when I first entered, except that the bedding on the small bed had been neatly put away. The room door was neither closed nor locked.

 

Wandering around the room, I walked to the bookshelf in the corner, and my gaze was drawn to a thick notebook on the top shelf.

 

Hmm? I don’t recall Xiamo having the habit of writing a diary like I do. Feeling a bit guilty, I glanced around. Since I entered when the door was open, Xiamo should be prepared for me to come in after she left. So, I reached out and took down the notebook, flipping it open.

 

Instantly, my face turned completely red from embarrassment upon seeing the drawing on the page.

 

Why are there hand-drawn illustrations of me on Yin Xiamo’s desk?! I endured the embarrassment and flipped to the next page—

 

Hand-drawn illustrations of Yin Nuo’er wearing a bunny sleep dress, Yin Nuo’er in a maid outfit playing with a cat, and Yin Nuo’er washing her hair in the bathroom without wearing anything at all…

 

This… this is practically an artbook! Moreover, it’s R18, purely hand-drawn, with no restrictions!

 

How did I not realize that she’s actually an artist?

 

Wait a moment… At this moment, I suddenly realized something.

 

Yin Xiamo has lived for thousands of years. While she might not be fluent in Earth’s languages, if she spent even a hundred years drawing during these thousands of years…

 

Then, creating the drawings in her little book would be a piece of cake for her.

 

In other words, Yin Xiamo’s eyes are like an all-seeing camera, capable of capturing all my embarrassing moments whenever she wishes.

 

“……”

 

I placed the notebook back.

 

“Looks like I need to have a good chat with someone during dinner tonight.”

 

“……”

 

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