Xyrin Empire-Chapter 1377: A Restless Night

(Let me think...it’s not the right time for asking for monthly tickets, but since I’m idle anyway, let’s ask for subscriptions and recommendations instead.)

It’s the first night here in the Divine Realm, maybe I’m not used to the bed, sleeping just doesn’t feel stable. I kept tossing and turning between a drowsy half-asleep and half-awake state, like something was turning in my mind, but I couldn’t clear it up. Yet when I truly tried to figure out what I was thinking, nothing came to mind. I lay there half-drowsy and half-hazy, vaguely feeling that the night was passing, and vaguely feeling that the door seemed to move, sensing someone moving around the room—this must’ve been a mistaken perception though, because with my current perception and alertness, if someone were close, I’d certainly snap out of my haze instantly.

But soon, I truly felt someone in the room, and moreover, that person was circling half around the bed, now standing in front of me.

I slightly opened my eyes, in a blurry view, seeing a figure standing beside the bed. The figure was tall and graceful, backlit against the window, unable to see the facial features due to the light, only a few strands of silver swaying slightly in the night color. My gaze moved up, a pair of blood-red eyes in the dark met mine, dead and cold, lifeless.

This time I was completely awake, suddenly exclaiming, "Oh my god!", and instinctively jumped off the bed backward. But perhaps accustomed to the layout of my own room at home, I forgot this bedroom of Sister Bing is filled with lots of fancy, high-end, bewilderingly impressive setups: I directly knocked over a tall crystal display stand next to the bed, causing a sudden loud clatter.

Sister Bing’s soul also woke up, shouting confusedly, "What the hell—what the hell! I was suffering from insomnia for half the night and just about to sleep, what madness are you on! Why is there so much trouble with you—and what the heck, how did my body end up standing there! Are you finally unable to restrain yourself from dragging my unaware self over for defilement?!"

"Watch your language, young lady," I truly admired myself, having the energy to bicker with Sister Bing at such times, then activated the room’s crystal lamp, and the soft light immediately filled the room. "I don’t know how it happened, I opened my eyes and there she was—terrifying me!"

Standing with her back to the window was indeed Sister Bing’s spirit-free version of her body. Thinking back, it must’ve been her entering and wandering around half the night. It’s curious why my alertness and perception were dulled now, then I realized: Sister Bing’s soul is fused with mine right now, so her body doesn’t seem "foreign" to me, like you wouldn’t be alert to your own limbs. I wouldn’t even sense it if her body tried to assassinate me—how miraculous.

"Could she still remember the words ’stay properly behind’ that were told to her before departure?" I calmed down, approaching with a smile-and-cry feeling, Sister Bing’s body dumbly watched me walking close, blinking her eyes slowly. She wore a pure white nightgown, her expression peaceful and serene, her waterfall-like silver hair cascading to the floor. This appearance contrasted entirely with her usual wild woman image in black dresses, but I couldn’t admire this seductive lady’s stature now, I was pondering one thing: how to get this brain-dead version of Sister Bing out?

She can move herself, even if sent back to her room, she’d likely come running back. It seemed certain—her mind turned "properly follow the man here" into an unchangeable command, unless she was bound in my room...yet binding her might not work, she’s pretty tough for a female rogue! She’s actually the only one after the Dragon God who can physically beat up the Flying Dragon God, I witnessed the terrifying scene where she casually tossed Lin.

When unlucky, even drinking water gets stuck between teeth, and just as I pulled Sister Bing’s arm to send her back, I heard the most unwanted sound from the door, before I could react, Uncle Kuwayin barged in with his wife: "What happened—what happened? Patrol guards reported this..."

Facing Ice Dad and Ice Mom, time froze for a moment, then Ice Dad saw his precious daughter standing behind me in her nightgown, looking a face like just awakened (actually just dead-fish-eyed). Behind us, the bed was a mess (I’m a restless sleeper).

I solemnly declared, "Actually, this is a misunder..."

Ice Dad stepped forward, interrupting me, I thought he was going to fight me, but he grabbed my hand with an excited expression like advanced Parkinson’s: "Have you decided what to name the child yet?"

I quickly urged the Old Master to calm down, "Actually, this really is a misunder..."

Ice Mom came over, pulling the excited Ice Dad: "Look at yourself—is this how grown-ups act, can’t you be more composed, is this the time to discuss such things—"

I breathed a sigh of relief, Aunt Aisali indeed seemed more reliable than Sister Bing’s hot-headed dad, yet before I could feel more touched, Ice Mom also seized my arm: "Thought about which school they should attend?"

I was nearly crying, truly family—the Ice Mom thought further than Ice Dad...

"Dad! Mom! Can’t you two stop causing trouble!" At this moment, Bingdisi finally couldn’t hold back and spoke up, "My body just inexplicably ran in here by itself! Chen was just startled by her, that’s all. How far do you intend to take this!"

Taking advantage of the moment when the Kuwayin couple were a bit stunned, I finally found an opportunity to speak up, quickly explaining the entire situation in one breath. The misunderstanding here wasn’t something that could be resolved in a few words; if not clarified, I figured I wouldn’t be able to relax for a long time, especially since Uncle Kuwayin is extremely proactive. Imagine if he teamed up with Ice Mom to carry three or four tons of children’s clothes to Shadow City, declaring they wanted to help their daughter raise kids? Not to mention whether Sandora and the others would be righteous enough to disown family over this; just spreading the news would ensure it’d remain the highest-rated scandal across the Empire for at least three years...

I didn’t know how much of what I said was believable, but both parents’ faces were half in doubt. The greater possibility, of course, was that they’d rather not believe it and make me confess instead—a possibility I pondered more and more likely.

However, when it mattered most, Bingdisi was formidable. She simply uttered a phrase that left Ice Dad and Ice Mom speechless: "Mom, Dad, just imagine, from the first-person view, rolling in bed with oneself—do you think I’d allow such a thing to happen."

Uncle Kuwayin was conflicted for a moment, looking over here very regretfully: "Really?"

I nodded vigorously, then pressed the dead-fish-eyed Bingdisi next to me to nod hard as well, ultimately gazing at the two parents in exasperation: "Well, um, your attitude is somewhat... Bingdisi is your daughter, a lifelong matter shouldn’t be handled recklessly. Especially with today’s situation, I’d think you’d call upon all the temple guards to hunt me down—that’d be a normal development, right..."

Uncle Kuwayin had already restored his usual composed, calm noble demeanor, suddenly revealing a rather meaningful smile at this comment: "Of course we know."

I was feeling creeped out by his smile, quickly stepping back half a step: "Uh, that’s good...Actually, I think Bingdisi hasn’t yet had thoughts about this matter; given the godly infinite lifespan, you shouldn’t put too much pressure on her, right? Actually, she often complains about this, not just once or twice. Logically, as an outsider, I shouldn’t...But why are your expressions so strange?"

Kuwayin and Aisali shot each other an ambiguous glance, seemingly reaching some mutual understanding, the former still maintaining that particularly meaningful smile as he looked over: "Alright then, rest up first. It’s been quite a commotion tonight."

The couple then mysteriously turned around to leave, leaving me utterly puzzled. Instinctively, I called out once, but Uncle Kuwayin did not turn back, only leisurely dropping a line: "As far as I know, you are the only person truly special to Bingdisi—an otherwise uncaring girl who doesn’t willingly complain about personal matters to anyone, even to her own parents."

The room finally quieted down, with this laughable chaos finally coming to a peaceful end. The scene left only me and Bingdisi’s soul-separated body staring at each other; well, I also regarded Bingdisi’s soul on a spiritual level.

"What did your dad mean by that?" I pondered briefly, "Hey, Bingdisi, was he serious? You’ve never..."

"Don’t ask, it’s annoying," Bingdisi replied, irritated, "Can’t even sleep peacefully—carry my body onto the bed."

Me: "...Ha?"

"Stop dawdling, she’ll run over again!" Bingdisi exclaimed loudly in my mind, "Right now, she can only remember one thing: to follow you everywhere. The longer the soul remains detached, the weaker the body’s thinking ability becomes; even children should know this. You promised my dad to take care of my body’s safety, now start doing that: carry my body to bed, unless you actually want a girl dressed like this standing half the night in front of your bed."

"Yes, yes, my Lady Goddess," I sighed, realizing that Bingdisi, like any ordinary girl, could have her headstrong moments—and her stubbornness was even more formidable, best not to expect reason from her, "Alright, you on the bed, I’ll make do with the floor."

Bingdisi was silent for a while, quietly speaking in a low voice: "No need, with me clinging to you, do you think your bedding is still for one person?"

You see, what a complex issue this is!

In an instant, a ton of thoughts rushed through my mind, so chaotic that I didn’t even know what I was thinking. But eventually, those chaotic thoughts receded, and I suddenly felt that perhaps I had figured something out, lightening my mood.

"Hmm? Chen, what were you thinking just now?" Bingdisi seemed capable of sensing the commotion in the other half of our soul, and curiously asked, "Why do I feel... a chill?"

"Nothing, just your imagination." I chuckled, then expertly cradled Bingdisi’s form in my arms. It’s strange; I’m only now realizing that even holding her feels completely natural, with no awkwardness at all. When did that change happen?

I carefully placed her on the bed, helped tidy her hair, and after a while my obsessive-compulsiveness was triggered: "Why is your hair so hard to manage!"

"Why bother, my hair isn’t easy to mess up."

"...My OCD is acting up. How do you usually deal with your hair when sleeping? Do you tuck it under your body, drape it off the bed, or have a special sleeping hairstyle?"

Upon hearing my question, Bingdisi fell silent for a good half-minute, before finally shouting in frustration, "What a confused question! I’m tangled too! How do I usually sleep—"

I was dumbfounded: "...I think I’ve remembered a joke..."

"Shut up."

"Alright, I won’t say anymore." I shrugged, arranged Bingdisi’s hair, which was almost as long as her body, outside the bed into a silvery waterfall, and then, seeing her eyes still open, I reached out to close her eyelids: "Sleep well, don’t wander around this time."

A second later, chills crept up my spine: this scenario is eerily like Bingdisi refusing to rest in peace.

Suppressing this "can’t rest in peace" thought, I carefully lay on the other side of the bed—it’s still quite awkward, in the end. It’s fortunate Bingdisi’s family is wealthy, or perhaps every Divine Race member is affluent. If this bed were any longer, a tank could be parked on it. On this bed, which could be described as expansive, I made myself comfortable, maintaining a sufficient distance from the luscious figure beside me. Bingdisi, the usually fierce female hooligan, shied away when faced with reality. After a moment of silence, she finally stammered, "You beast, don’t even think about making a move, especially now when I can’t resist—while I’m asleep, don’t try anything..."

Me: "Aren’t you fearless? You wouldn’t even consider sleeping on the floor just now."

"Stop babbling. I am still a girl, and if I lack awareness at times like this, I’d be embarrassingly naive. Damn it, don’t want to sleep on the floor, but also worry about waking up as my own first-person perspective—do you realize how conflicted this Goddess is right now!"

Women’s hearts are as enigmatic as the sea, like Sister Bing’s being a needle melted into a titanium alloy chunk. Nonetheless, I can’t fathom them. My lips curved into a smile: of course, Bingdisi couldn’t see it. Then I turned away from her: it was necessary, since regardless of anything her figure was astoundingly good, described as perfect would be inadequate. Even a thin blanket couldn’t hide Bing’s stunning physique, added by the serenity and purity of her beautiful side profile under the night’s tranquility. Even with strong willpower, I might stay awake till dawn; why create trouble for myself?

Yet, strangely, perhaps from being too aware, I felt a misconception. Although the distance was significant, I still sensed warmth and Bingdisi’s unique refreshing scent coming in waves. Feeling another source of restlessness in my soul, I couldn’t help but ask, "Still awake?"

"...Don’t ask, still figuring out what to do with the hair while sleeping..."

I immediately stopped worrying, and visualized Sandora and the others’ lively presence dozens of times in my mind, drifting into a peaceful slumber.

That short second half of the night passed uneventfully.

It felt like I had slept for just a while when daylight gleamed outside. I opened my eyes, gazing at a somewhat unfamiliar ceiling before recollecting I was at Bingdisi’s place, then recalled everything from last night. I quickly looked beside me: thankfully, Sister Bing’s body hadn’t wandered off after midnight, remaining obediently in its original position, neither draping coquettishly over nor being an alluring welfare display machine due to poor sleeping posture. I was worried that if this had happened, Ice Dad and Ice Mother would have quickly grabbed a baby carriage, and dragged me away to the Father God Temple for certification...

Despite causing such a big fuss yesterday, now she’s asleep deeply: having no brain really is bliss.

I got out of bed, dressed—truth be told, Sandora initially worried about what I’d do when stuck with Bingdisi, regarding changing clothes, but within days such minor matters were overlooked. It proves that discomfort arises from not being pushed to the brink. Bingdisi’s lazy voice rang in my mind just in time: "Oh, morning."

"You’re awake, not sleeping longer?" I naturally greeted her, having spent this many days together, making a habit of exchanging morning greetings with Bingdisi, unlike the first two or three days when her sudden morning salutation used to startle me.

"Ah, didn’t sleep at all," Bingdisi’s voice sounded particularly listless, "I’m so tired."

"You didn’t sleep last night?!" I was shocked, "Even with your carefree attitude, you have times of insomnia?"

"...Get lost, still agonizing over where to put my hair when sleeping, don’t talk to me, or I’ll infuriate you with singing."

Me: "..."

My Sister Bing unexpectedly has moments of cuteness—her obsessive-compulsiveness might be incurable at this point, right?

"Wait, I suddenly thought of something," I couldn’t help but speak to Bingdisi again, as her body was now awake, and according to the "highest command," she stood vacantly behind me, wearing thin pajamas, "How do I help her dress?"

"...Don’t think about taking advantage. Close your eyes, turn around, block perception, I’ll dress myself."

I obeyed, but turning around I realized: "What’s the point!"

"Oh damn, forgot that while stuck together neither of us can see the other."

So we tangled over this simple issue, until Mo’s voice echoed outside: the housekeeper checking if guests were awake, informing breakfast was ready.

I immediately felt my mind was ruined by a void: how many maids in the temple! Not to mention a housekeeper! Who changed Bingdisi’s pajamas last night! How did our intelligence suddenly plummet this low?

Bingdisi and I discussed, eventually Sister Bing surmised that being intertwined for too long had dragged down our average intelligence, subsequently denying that either of us was responsible for lowering it all the way to the dining room...