Cheng An’an was also startled by the sudden change.
She stared at the “little Yueyue” currently saluting her.
“Holy crap!”
The words slipped out of Cheng An’an’s mouth. “Little Yueyue can fly that high?”
Shen Yu: !!!
His face instantly turned red all the way to the tips of his ears.
Humiliation.
Anger.
And an indescribable sense of collapse.
That was his body!
That was his privacy!
And now this woman was staring at it as though she were watching a monkey show.
And besides…
Why was it reacting?
Could it be because Cheng An’an was inside this body?
Or was his body actually responding to Cheng An’an?
No.
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible!
It had to be purely a physiological reaction.
The friction had increased!
Absolutely not because he had any improper thoughts about this woman.
“Looks like Big Yueyue really likes me.”
Cheng An’an didn’t show the slightest bit of embarrassment. Instead, she even let out a rogue whistle.
“Look, Big Yueyue is even greeting me. Husband, you’re pretty impressive. Even though you’re physically disabled, you still have such strong determination?”
“Your body is much more honest than your mouth.”
“Shut up!!!”
Shen Yu finally lost his temper. He flung the hot towel in his hand.
Smack!
It landed directly over Big Yueyue.
Cheng An’an sucked in a breath.
“Hiss—hot, hot, hot! Are you trying to burn the roc to death?”
“Good. Let it burn.”
Shen Yu was furious. “Hopefully it’ll get burned so badly that it can’t fly anymore. Then you won’t have to embarrass yourself.”
At that moment, Wang Xiulan’s booming voice suddenly came from outside the door.
“An’an, are you done washing him? I heard Yu’er crying out just now. Was the water too hot?”
As she spoke, she was about to push the door open.
Shen Yu’s expression changed drastically.
He immediately shouted in panic, “Don’t come in!!!!”
The footsteps outside stopped.
Wang Xiulan’s hand was already on the doorknob, but the scream startled her so badly that she pulled it back.
“An’an? What happened?”
There was obvious concern in Wang Xiulan’s voice.
“Did Yu’er fall? Or did the water burn him?”
As she spoke, she tried to push the door open again.
Inside the room—
Shen Yu didn’t have time to think. He grabbed the quilt and pulled it over Cheng An’an’s head, wrapping her up like a dumpling.
Then, in a single stride, he rushed to the doorway and pressed his back firmly against the doorframe.
“Mom, don’t come in!”
Shen Yu’s mind raced desperately as he tried to come up with an excuse.
“An’an, say something!”
Wang Xiulan stomped her feet outside.
“You’re going to scare Mom to death!”
“Did something happen to Yu’er? Let Mom in and take a look!”
A force pushed against the door.
Shen Yu braced himself with all his strength, but he was about to lose his balance.
He squeezed his eyes shut and, with nothing left to lose, shouted—
“He’s not wearing pants!”
The room outside instantly fell silent.
Complete, deathly silence.
After a long moment, Wang Xiulan’s voice finally came again.
There was an unmistakable mixture of suppressed laughter and embarrassment in her tone.
“Oh, child, you scared me to death.”
“So what if he isn’t wearing pants? You’re his wife. What’s there to be embarrassed about?”
“Alright, alright. Mom won’t come in. You two handle things yourselves.”
Then Wang Xiulan lowered her voice and added a warning.
“Um… don’t tire yourselves out too much. Yu’er hasn’t fully recovered yet, so take it easy, okay?”
After saying that, Wang Xiulan’s footsteps cheerfully faded into the distance.
She could even be heard humming some unknown little tune.
Shen Yu: “…”
He covered his face in agony.
In his mother’s eyes, he had probably become some kind of sex-crazed pervert.
Suppressed laughter came from underneath the quilt.
The quilt shook violently, clearly because the person underneath was laughing so hard she was practically convulsing.
Shen Yu darkened his expression, turned around, and yanked the quilt away.
Cheng An’an’s face was bright red, and tears of laughter still clung to the corners of her eyes.
“Oh my gosh, I can’t—I’m dying.”
“Take it easy… hahahaha… Mom told you to take it easy…”
Cheng An’an laughed so hard she pounded the bed.
“Husband, our mom has a lot of confidence in your stamina.”
Shen Yu stood beside the bed and glared at her, his eyes practically capable of killing.
“Are you done laughing?”
“No… pfft… not yet…”
Cheng An’an wiped the corners of her eyes. Then her gaze swept downward, and she let out another cry of surprise.
“Oh? Big Yueyue is still so energetic?”
Shen Yu’s gaze followed hers downward.
That damn Big Yueyue was still standing at attention.
It was even pointing higher and higher.
Shen Yu immediately grabbed the waistband of his pants and pulled them back up.
Only after finally covering the offending sight did Shen Yu manage to suppress the fury churning inside him.
“Cheng An’an.”
Cheng An’an blinked her big eyes innocently.
“Yes, yes?”
Shen Yu dragged over a long bench and sat down beside the bed, his back perfectly straight.
He was clearly wearing a tacky floral shirt, yet somehow he managed to create the oppressive atmosphere of an interrogation room.
“Let’s talk about something serious.”
Shen Yu narrowed his eyes at her.
“What exactly is going on with this body today?”
Cheng An’an’s smile faded, and one eyebrow lifted slightly.
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb.”
Shen Yu’s gaze was as sharp as a blade.
“This morning, while working, this body was clearly exhausted to the point of collapse. But when you switched back, all the fatigue disappeared.”
“And just now…”
His gaze fell toward the still-prominent bulge.
“The doctor said my nerves were severely damaged and that there was basically no chance of recovery.”
“But that reaction just now was completely abnormal.”
“Cheng An’an, what exactly did you do to my body?”
“What exactly are you?”
The playful smile disappeared completely from Cheng An’an’s face.
She stared at the man in front of her who was wearing her face.
It was still her delicate, soft-looking face, but the aura he displayed now belonged to that battle-hardened soldier who had been through war and stared death in the face.
This was the real Shen Yu.
Even paralysis could never erase his vigilance or perceptiveness.
It seemed there were some things she could no longer hide.
But she couldn’t tell him the whole truth.
The apocalypse, supernatural abilities… such things were far too unbelievable. If she told him, he would only think she was some kind of monster.
Cheng An’an suddenly leaned closer and whispered,
“Since you’ve asked so sincerely, I’ll be gracious enough to tell you.”
“Actually…”
Shen Yu unconsciously leaned forward, his breathing stopping for half a beat.