Chu Xuanzhen lightly poked Shen Yangge's fish mouth with a finger, only for Shen Yangge to bite down on it, a stream of bubbles burbling from his mouth.
Shen Yangge felt as though he were rolling freely through a soft sea of flowers. He felt no discomfort at all. When he spotted a large, fragrant pastry, he went straight up and bit it without a second thought. It was hard to bite through and a little cold, so he tried to spit it out.
But the pastry remained stuck in his mouth. Unable to spit it out, he could only nibble at it.
He tried to eat the entire large pastry.
At last, he managed to bite a small opening in the tough pastry. A sweet taste flowed into his mouth, and he swallowed ravenously, seemingly slipping into a wondrous state.
Outside Shen Yangge's awareness, the little fish had bitten through Chu Xuanzhen's finger, smearing his own mouth with bright red blood.
As the little fish swallowed and consumed more, his burning body finally cooled a little. But it cooled much more slowly than it heated up, and his temperature soon rose again.
Chu Xuanzhen took out a dagger and was about to make another cut on his finger when white light enveloped Shen Yangge.
The light grew from a tiny ball to the size of a palm, then slowly expanded further. Seemingly realizing something, Chu Xuanzhen set the dagger on the table and supported the glowing mass.
A little while later, the light gradually faded, revealing a mermaid with silver hair and a silvery-white tail in his arms, his mouth still clamped around Chu Xuanzhen's hand.
The mermaid's eyes were closed as though he were asleep, his expression peaceful, both hands resting neatly on his abdomen. His upper body