Necro's melancholic reply was paired with the recalling of blurry memories that showed all the times Yi Yu would stop by and make sure he was doing well.
All the way up until the day she stopped coming…
Everything after that was blended together. Only after his consciousness truly started to form did his memories become clearer.
"That's enough of that," Necro said to change the subject. "Why don't we talk about your accommodations?"
"Accommodations?"
"You plan to sleep, don't you?" asked Necro.
Lang Qingyue blushed, lowering her head. While twirling the ends of her hair strands, she softly said, "I can just sleep… inside you…"
Silence…
"No."
Instant rejection!
"#2, #6, and #7, go build her a small house over by that large tree," Necro instructed. "Hmm, wait, let me first show you how it should be made."
He used a thin sliver of one of his branches to draw in the dirt the architectural designs described in a simple home blueprint he happened across some time ago.
