Monster

Chapter 7 - Scent

That night, Feng Yeran brought the little monster back to his home.

His room was still quite messy, with piles of books on the table, sofa and carpet, clothes that had fallen onto the floor, and an overflowing rubbish bin in the hazy yellow light.

The little monster was quite happy. He moved some things out of the way to "dig" a hole in the sofa, then sat comfortably on it with his legs up. He tilted his head back and sighed softly, exhaling all the heaviness and anxiety, and inhaling the fresh, happy air.

Feng Yeran brought him a glass of hot milk, and watched him sip it little by little like a baby, occasionally sticking out his tongue and saying "hot". Feng Yeran couldn't help but think of the first time he had seen milk-he was still locked up in the electric prison at that time, and was very small, with tiny eyes, no limbs, only tentacles. After observing Feng Yeran drink the milk, he had also cautiously stretched out his tentacles and touched the milk gently, then seemed to be shocked by the touch and temperature of the liquid. His whole body had jumped back, the milk had splashed up, and his little eyes had squeezed shut.

"You're really a miracle." Feng Yeran sighed. He couldn't help stroking his scalp that had grown some fluffy hairs. His voice overflowing with joy had a touch of regret in it. "I'm sorry for shaving your hair for the experiment. You have such beautiful hair."

"Ye'er likes me with hair?"

"Of course! Your hair's black and curly and feels especially soft. If you grow it a little longer, I can give you a medium or angled parting which will look especially good, or you can just tie it up."

"I'm not a girl." Feng Hua was dissatisfied.

"Haha, I really hope your hair grows faster."

"If you like it, you can see it now," Feng Hua said softly.

The next moment, black curly hair really appeared on his head. Feng Yeran couldn't believe it. He reached out to brush the hair, rubbing it gently with his fingers and listening to the familiar sound. "Are you doing magic?!"

"I just need to imagine the details of the hair. The more I recall, the more I can create."

Feng Yeran was stunned for a long time before saying, "Not only can you turn dreams into reality and imagination into substance, but you've also learned to replicate now?"

"It's all the same idea, but I'm not familiar enough with it yet. I can't sustain it for long, and... do you notice the difference?"

Feng Yeran looked closely, then said, "It's really a bit different. It doesn't feel as soft and shiny as before. Some of the hair is especially clear and real, and some seem a bit fuzzy."

"Yes, ah... I can't."

Just as the words left his mouth, he became bald again. Feng Yeran was stunned. He couldn't help but hug him, and laughed out loud. "Okay, okay, fake hair is no good. It's better to wait for your hair to grow naturally. Sure enough, I do prefer your real hair."

"Hehe."

"Feng Hua, you're really a gift from the heavens."

"Ye'er, you've said that many times."

"You know, we almost travelled the galaxy to create you back then-I'm really not bragging. We were really lucky to find an incomplete Adesir embryo in the most unlikely R planet's cold lands, and it only took a few years to get you. Creating you was simply a magical experience, just like configuring a potion. At that time, I recorded all my experiences and put it in a document, thinking that even if it didn't succeed, it'd be a kind of keepsake. I never expected it'd become so valuable now-but I wouldn't sell it no matter how much anyone else pays. I'm the only one in the world who knows how to make you."