Chapter 47 Her Boyfriend Could Slap a Whining Brat to Death with One Hand (10)

Bai Yao emerged from the bathroom wearing pink long-sleeved pajamas, though she would have preferred a nightdress for comfort. However, the marks left on her body were too many, and such attire tended to excite him too easily, so she opted for the long sleeves and pants.

She immediately noticed a figure standing motionless in the kitchen. Curious, she walked over and asked, "Xue Yan, what's wrong?"

Seeing that the ribs in the pan were about to burn, she hurriedly snatched the spatula from his hand and flipped them over, frowning at him. "Why are you daydreaming while cooking? They're almost burnt."

Xue Yan lowered his head. "I'm sorry, Yao Yao. I don't know what 'to taste' means."

Bai Yao noticed a short video on his phone teaching how to make sweet and sour ribs. She sighed and took the sugar herself. "Everyone's palate is different. 'To taste' means it's up to each person—there's no fixed standard."

In the end, Bai Yao finished cooking the dish herself.

At dinner, Xue Yan sat at the table, his mood gloomy, picking at his plain rice without much appetite.

Bai Yao placed a piece of rib in his bowl. "Don't just eat rice; you need to eat more meat."

Obediently, Xue Yan stuffed the rib into his mouth. As he was about to crunch the bone, Bai Yao reminded him, "Chew the meat thoroughly before swallowing, and spit out the bone."

Xue Yan slowed his movements, glanced at her cautiously, and spat out the bone. Sure enough, the bone was already almost shattered. If she hadn't spoken up, he would have swallowed it whole.

Bai Yao stared at him.

His head drooped lower and lower, lips pressed tightly together, and his voice was barely audible. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?"

"I can't do anything right." Xue Yan sank into self-loathing, his whole demeanor despondent. He struggled to continue, "I can't even cook, and I can't win Yao Yao's heart."

Bai Yao glanced at his phone again, recalling something. She opened the short video app, scrolled through his history, and found nothing but cooking tutorials and relationship advice from one particular creator. Her brows knitted deeper. "Don't believe everything they say."

Xue Yan lifted his eyes slightly.

Bai Yao blocked that creator. With a hint of irritation, she said, "I'm with you because I like you. Sure, I'm happy if I can eat dishes you make, but whether you can cook or not doesn't affect my feelings for you. You're not my housekeeper; you don't need to prove your worth through cooking."

Xue Yan's lips moved slightly. "Yao Yao buys shaved ice for me every day, holds me every night when we sleep, and during my rut, she's never annoyed and always strokes my tail... Yao Yao, you've done so much for me, but I have no car, no stable job—I can't give you anything..."

Bai Yao couldn't help reflecting on herself. She put down her chopsticks and, feeling a strange sense of guilt, turned and hugged him. "What are you saying? Haven't you given me your most precious thing? Your mating rights belong only to me."

Xue Yan was comforted, but also a bit embarrassed, gazing at her shyly. "Yao Yao, do you like my mating rights?"

Bai Yao nodded solemnly. "I do!"

She had grown accustomed to his "just those two," and doubted she could ever return to normal human preferences.

A genuine smile finally appeared on Xue Yan's face.

Bai Yao held out her hand. "Did you get paid today?"

Xue Yan pulled out the money he'd prepared and handed it to Bai Yao. "Auntie Zhang said I worked hard last month, so she gave me double this time."

Was their neighborhood committee really this casual about salaries?

Bai Yao felt a bit odd, but considering her own pay wasn't low, she let it go. She took out a ten-yuan note and placed it in his hand. "Your pocket money for the week."

Xue Yan looked puzzled. "Yao Yao, you gave me five more yuan."

Bai Yao smiled. "Because you worked hard last month, so from now on, your pocket money is doubled."

Xue Yan happily cradled the ten-yuan note, his pure eyes sparkling. "Yao Yao, you keep my wages for me and give me pocket money. You're wonderful!"

Bai Yao stroked his cheek. "Of course! I'm the one who loves you most in the world!"

Xue Yan was moved, sniffed, and buried his face in her neck, feeling warm inside.

Yao Yao loved him so much—he vowed to earn more money in the future!

As Bai Yao petted his head, the soft hair felt delightful under her fingers. She said gently, "Now you have so much pocket money, but you can't buy shaved ice every day, okay?"

Xue Yan nodded, his reply muffled through his nose. "I'll save up to buy tasty things for Yao Yao."

Bai Yao felt a twinge of conscience, but it was fleeting. She thought—her boyfriend was simply adorable.

Those who called him gloomy really had no taste!

The night deepened, and a heavy fog began to settle over the streets.

In the hotel lobby, the survivors huddled together, restless and anxious.

Someone asked fearfully, "Will something happen tonight?"

The texts they'd received earlier warned that starting tonight, they had to follow some strange rules. It was like a murderer announcing his intentions in advance—a clear sign that trouble was coming tonight.

Earlier, they'd split into groups to scout the town but found nothing useful. The townsfolk seemed no different from ordinary people, even greeting them kindly. But whenever they mentioned "Rose Manor," the residents would only give them a chilling smile and remain silent.

That eerie, mask-like grin was exactly the same as the hotel manager, Mr. Shu.

Yin Huanmian looked at the text messages and said, "What bizarre secret is hidden in these six rules?"

Cha Lan suddenly spoke up, "Six rules? I thought there were only five?"

Everyone turned to him.

With all eyes on him, Cha Lan felt uneasy and a bit creeped out. He said uncertainly, "Wh-what? Did you all receive six rules?"

Jiang Xun stepped forward. "Mr. Cha, may I see the message you received?"

Cha Lan didn't like Jiang Xun. "Why should I show you?"

Tian Susu spoke softly, "I'm sure Jiang Xun has his reasons. Just let him see, won't you?"

She too wanted to know how many rules Cha Lan had received.

Cha Lan could ignore everyone else, but he never refused Tian Susu. Reluctantly, he took out his phone and showed Jiang Xun the message.

Jiang Xun frowned slightly. "You didn't receive the fifth rule."

The people nearby suddenly stepped back from Cha Lan, leaving him in a vacuum, as if he'd become some monstrous threat. He was baffled. "What do you mean? It's like you think I'll eat someone!"

In Cha Lan's message, the fifth rule was missing—jumping directly to the sixth. He naturally assumed the sender had made a mistake.

But everyone else had received a fifth rule:

[This rule repeats the third. Please stay away from anyone who cannot see this rule, as they are a murderer.]