The day ended, but rain was pouring heavily. Because of the thunder accompanying the rain, the connection was poor, preventing Eros from contacting his butler.
The couple was kind enough to let them stay here until the weather cleared. At that moment, they were eating instant noodles and sitting beside the large window. Eros was having difficulty eating with chopsticks. The metal chopstick was slipping to his fingers.
"Why don't you eat without your gloves? You have already broken two pairs of chopsticks." She grumbled and gazed at the beige gloves he wore. "We should not destroy other stuff."
She finished her instant noodles, which made her complexion light up and not look haggard anymore.
"I can't! " If he removed his gloves, then his curse would destroy every piece of furniture. He pursued his lips in despair. "I should drink soup. "
V-Fifty-six showed indifference and sat up from the bench. After what he did to her, the man deserved it.
Eros, on the other hand, sighed deeply, unable to pick up noodles. He could have used other utensils, but with his strength, he might break them easily.
Frustrated by it, he slightly bent his finger to grab the noodles through chopsticks… He failed miserably.
*Crack! * His metal chopstick was divided into two pieces, remaining with one chopstick.
"°…°" He frowned, cursing the god for giving him unnatural power. 'Lord, you sadist, can't you make me a normal human? I can't even eat properly.'
It seemed he would sleep on an empty stomach.
"Forget it; I just drink soup." It wasn't the first time he had been through that. There was once a time when he broke all the utensils. That night he slept empty stomach.
V-fifty-six peered at Eros coldly and sat next to him. She shyly tucked her hair around her ears and noticed a full bowl of instant noodles. The girl would again spit guttural words..
"Open your mouth!"
What? Opened his mouth, why? Did she want to poison him? Eros flabbergasted and offered a doubtful look.
"Haha! " The slave burst out laughing with his clumsy expression, "You are cute. "
Eros' cheeks reddened as he couldn't comprehend the girl's meaning. Him being cute—that was a funny thing he heard in a day.
"If you break another utensil, Mr. Yang can kick us out of there. So let me feed you." She said it in a flustered voice.
Eros' eyes went down to her hand while she grabbed her metal chopsticks. Did she know it would be an indirect kiss?
Seeing his gaze on her chopstick, she replied, "I washed it after eating it. "
"Okay! " A beggar can't be a chooser, so Eros didn't have an issue with it. In fact, he was more delighted.
"Wait! " Eros snatched her chopstick and put a barrier spell on it. For the sake of protecting her. The faint purple light it exuded made it a bit resistant to his plague. "Now feed me!"
Eros' soft gaze fell to her skinny hand, and he felt sorry for her.
He opened his mouth, and cold noodles touched his tongue, bursting flavour in his mouth. The salty broth, al dente noodles, and some chilli oil. It was a perfect match from heaven.
V-Fifty-six was patient the whole time and didn't utter a single word. As he finished, Eros whispered something in her ear, making her blush.
This small act of kindness fluttered Eros' heart. It didn't matter the next time she stabbed him. Being alive for two centuries, he wasn't a saint either.
She ignored him after the evening snack and was roaming around the store. V-Fifty-six was amazed by the range of products. There was a lot of stuff she had never seen before, like M&M, Mars chocolate, and different toiletry products.
She grabbed something from each rack and put it in a basket. Mrs. Yang also helped her choose clothes and other necessities. Women's hearty laughs echoed throughout the store.
In the meantime, both husbands were drinking beer and talking about their personal experiences.
"See, women love to spend their husband's money. Eros, you have to tell your wife that you are the boss of this relationship. Don't let her spend too much."
Eros's thinking was opposite, contrary to Mr. Yang's notion. He believed women must be pampered. Sadly, V-fifty-six never wanted him to pamper her.
"There is nothing wrong with taking care of your partner. Seeing your girl smile at you is worth more than a piece of paper." He said that and sipped a mouthful of beer.
Mr.Yang nodded.
He got an unsolicited message from his butler. It was a long paragraph that clearly showed how much he cared about him.
[Masteer! Where are you? Why did you hang up my call? You are not in a random pub, massacring innocent lambs.
I know you have a fetish for killing people, but for the sake of your reputation, you should avoid it. Message me.]
Another message was written one hour later.
[ Master, why can't I track your address? You should become a monk and forget carnal lust and women. Nothing will bother you. But before doing that, please pay my bonus. Please reply. - Your faithful Butler.]
Eros' face darkened after reading the messages.
His butler really needed a good beating after writing awful stuff. He looked at the last message, which was written 10 minutes ago.
[Master Eros, this is serious. Where have you been? I know you are so depressed that you can't touch a girl. But you shouldn't throw your life away. We have so many things to do, like paying my monthly wage.]
He gritted his teeth in fury. The butler was not concerned about his master's safety but rather his bonus. He continued reading with an irked expression.
[I will prepare a search party if you don't reply to me within 10 minutes. Sadly, the storm is hindering us from searching you, so you have a day for homicide. Be safe.]
Eros choked. Why did everyone assume he had some kind of fetish for killing? He certainly did not…but he did for the sake of the game. Killing is a heinous act.
A virtual keyboard appeared under his vision, and he typed a long essay along with some tasks for his butler.
[My dear butler, I know you feel relieved that I went missing. Don't worry, I am alive. In fact, I am with a beautiful girl who fed me with her hand. So on this auspicious occasion, I am giving you some responsibility.
And lastly, meet me at the Rainstar checkpoint.]
Eros grimaced when he saw Veronica was holding a playboy magazine.