Chapter Thirty-Eight: Jealous Once Again

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Late at night, ten thirty.

At the entrance to Anhe Apartments, the group of professionally disciplined thugs from the afternoon still lingered.

Clearly, they were lying in wait for Shiko Kurorai, but fortunately, Anhe hadn’t let her return home.

Ascending the stairs, Anhe arrived at his own door.

He took out his key; this time, Sawu Amamiya didn’t rush to open the door.

With a click, the door unlocked, Anhe walked into the room, then closed it behind him.

The living room was shrouded in darkness; no lights were on.

Anhe brushed his hand against the wall beside the door. With a soft snap, the living room lights flickered on.

At the same moment, Sawu Amamiya’s silhouette appeared in Anhe’s view.

She resembled a languid black cat, curled up on the sofa.

Was she asleep?

Thinking this, Anhe changed his shoes at the entrance, then quietly approached Sawu Amamiya.

She seemed to be having a nightmare; her delicate, pretty face was creased with a slight frown.

Seeing this, Anhe reached out to gently rub her head, but before he could touch her, Sawu Amamiya suddenly opened her eyes in her sleep, fixing him with a pair of emotionless eyes.

For some reason, Anhe found Sawu Amamiya’s gaze terrifying at that moment.

Luckily, once she recognized who he was, her expression returned to normal.

Though still a bit cold, at least it no longer felt chilling.

[Just for an instant, you glimpsed murderous intent in Sawu Amamiya’s eyes. Coupled with the fruit knife hidden beneath her pillow, it’s clear this woman just tried to kill you! Though she mistook you for someone else, intent to kill is still intent to kill. She now has a forbidden scale; she must not be kept. Why not take advantage of tonight to drug her, then...]

She wanted to kill me?

Hearing the narrator’s words, Anhe’s heart skipped a beat, but the second half made him breathe easier.

She mistook me for someone else...

Anhe casually glanced at the pillow under which Sawu Amamiya rested her head.

Though nothing was visible, according to the narrator, there was a fruit knife hidden there.

Strangely, Anhe thought of Makoto.

Wasn’t he stabbed with a fruit knife...?

Shuddering involuntarily, Anhe quickly banished the horrific image from his mind, but his hand didn’t pause; instead of reaching for Sawu Amamiya’s head, it moved toward her face.

“Why aren’t you sleeping in the bedroom?”

As he gently rubbed Sawu Amamiya’s flawless, delicate face, Anhe spoke with the anxious care of a husband returning home after a secret rendezvous, eager to make amends for his wife.

“I can’t sleep alone.”

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Sawu Amamiya replied softly, rubbing her little face against Anhe’s palm, then propped herself up from the sofa.

She wore only a white short-sleeved shirt, oversized for her frame. As she moved, the collar slipped, revealing her elegant collarbone, smooth fragrant shoulder, and a glimpse of snowy skin exposed to the air.

At the edge of the white, there was even a faint hint of pink.

Yet Sawu Amamiya seemed oblivious, holding her head high, blinking her bright eyes as she gazed quietly at Anhe.

Feeling the heat rise at the tip of his nose, Anhe quickly turned away, shifting his gaze.

Now, he finally understood the meaning of pure temptation.

She was truly the pinnacle of innocent allure—both pure and seductive!

He was still thinking this when Sawu Amamiya rose from the sofa, and suddenly, Anhe felt himself enveloped by her soft, fragrant body.

“I was really worried about you.”

Her voice sounded in his ear; feeling her warm breath, Anhe’s chaotic thoughts cleared instantly.

In that moment, he only wanted to hold her tightly in his arms.

But before he could move, she abruptly released him.

Seeing Sawu Amamiya’s clearly furrowed brow, Anhe didn’t panic, stammering, “Wha... what’s wrong?”

Sawu Amamiya pursed her lips, then softly said, “You smell like other women, and this time it’s really strong.”

She paused, then turned her head to add,

“There are three women’s scents. One is the lavender perfume from last time.”

...

How is her nose so sharp?

Anhe was astonished, but his priority was to appease her, especially since the narrator said there was a fruit knife under the pillow.

He had no desire to follow Makoto Ito’s tragic path.

With this in mind, Anhe prepared to embrace Sawu Amamiya and employ the first move of the scoundrel’s sword technique: play dumb.

To his surprise, the usually docile Sawu Amamiya deftly sidestepped.

Not only that, she put considerable distance between them.

As Anhe tried to approach, Sawu Amamiya quickly raised a hand to block him, saying softly, “Go take a shower first. I don’t like those smells.”

Hearing her words, Anhe stopped in his tracks, incredulous, “Sawu-chan, you don’t mind?”

Sawu Amamiya lowered her gaze, nodding gently.

“As long as... as long as Yusheng doesn’t drive me away, and doesn’t bring other women home, it’s fine.”

With that, she didn’t look at Anhe, turning straight toward the kitchen.

Watching her retreating figure, Anhe stood frozen for a long time before he finally came to his senses.

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Was this tacit permission?

Strangely, instead of feeling happy, Anhe felt a pang in his chest.

He hesitated for a moment, but didn’t follow her into the kitchen.

He found a clean set of clothes and went into the bathroom.

Cool water sprayed from the showerhead, soaking him completely and calming his mind.

The expression Sawu Amamiya wore as she spoke earlier seemed to linger before him, and he irritably scratched his head.

Giving up Sawu Amamiya was out of the question, but as for Shiko Kurorai...

He recalled that kiss from the evening and fell silent.

If it had been before today, he might have claimed not to care...

Forget it, he thought, what comes, comes.

Thinking this, Anhe dried himself haphazardly, dressed in clean clothes, and left the bathroom.

In the living room, Sawu Amamiya had warmed dinner and set it out on the table.

Three dishes and a soup—not particularly lavish, but made by Sawu Amamiya herself, which made Anhe savor it all the more.

After the meal, Sawu Amamiya cleared the dishes, and Anhe followed her into the kitchen.

Watching her place the plates in the sink, Anhe opened his mouth to speak.

“Um...”

He had barely started when Sawu Amamiya suddenly turned around.

In the next moment, a sweet fragrance filled his mouth.

Seeing her beautiful face so close, Anhe was stunned for two seconds, then responded in kind.

This kiss was anything but gentle.

Within minutes, Sawu Amamiya bit his tongue seven or eight times, even breaking the skin on the last bite.

Only when blood welled at the corner of his mouth did she finally release him.

She wiped away the blood from his lips as if nothing had happened, then turned back to washing the dishes.

Watching her back and feeling the sting on his tongue, Anhe actually felt relieved.

Perhaps this was Sawu Amamiya’s way of venting.

Thinking this, Anhe grinned through the pain, swallowed the blood, stepped forward, and wrapped his arms around Sawu Amamiya’s slender waist from behind. She did not resist.