"Yeah, it's nice…" Li Yexing echoed. With Kelly's intel, BSAA would soon target the illegal lab that made Lilith, leaving them no time to bother him. After a near-death battle, he and the monster girl in his arms were finally together.
They shared a smile, the air warming. Li Yexing kissed Lilith's lips. She leaned in, responding fiercely.
They kissed until he could barely breathe. When their lips parted, Lilith's pale cheeks flushed pink, her gaze hazy, tongue grazing her lips, still hungry.
So intense!
"You're greedy," Li Yexing teased, tapping her nose.
"Hehe…" Lilith giggled, leaning in again. Her soft lips pressed harder, pushing him onto the sofa.
After another long kiss, he gasped, half-joking, "Trying to suffocate me?"
Lilith sat on him, hands on his chest, red eyes glinting—part shy lover, part predator eyeing prey.
"Lilith… likes Yexing…"
With an odd tone, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Li Yexing, pinned beneath, swallowed hard, staring at the strangely alluring Lilith.
"No way…"
…
Dusk settled. Li Yexing struggled off the sofa. A pale hand reached for him; he gently pushed it away. "Stop, I'm spent. Not a drop left."
Lilith rolled with a cushion, then crouched on the sofa, peeking over it, red eyes watching him dress.
"Get dressed. We need to eat," Li Yexing said, back turned. "What's for dinner?" Suddenly, bare arms wrapped around his chest, Lilith pressing against him.
"So clingy. You a puppy?" He chuckled, patting her arm. "Go dress."
She let go, dressing nearby.
Dressed, Li Yexing opened his laptop, then checked the fridge: just spices, eggs, and leftover curry rice.
Smiling, he lit the stove, chopped carrots and scallions, heated oil, fried eggs, added rice and seasonings, flipping the pan deftly. Glancing back, he saw Lilith, in just a jacket, leaning at the kitchen door, eyes sparkling.
Déjà vu hit hard.
"Like the first time we met," he laughed. "Same you, same me… same fried rice."
Lilith just watched.
He plated two portions, grinning. "This time, no eating from the pot."
Lilith smiled brightly.
At the table, Li Yexing watched her spoon rice happily, her face glowing.
"Hospital food sucked," she said. "Missed Yexing's cooking."
"Don't worry, I'm back. Promised to cook for you every day."
"Deal," she nodded eagerly.
Looking out at Roples' lights, Li Yexing thought this world, unlike his old one, wasn't peaceful. Resident Evil's conspiracies and battles would always dog Roples' mad dog. But seeing the silver-haired girl across from him, he smiled.
"Not bad at all."
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Snow fell outside, lights flickering.
Even a dump like Roples got festive at Christmas. Villains, who'd never pray, used the holiday to indulge, like yakuza tattoos—a ritual to give their brutal lives meaning.
Li Yexing prepared a feast, not just for Christmas, but for an unexpected guest.
Chris Redfield, BSAA's ace, didn't spend Christmas with family but came to Roples, the worst place for it.
In the year since the Roples incident, they hadn't met. Chris occasionally checked on Lilith's condition or fished for intel. Li Yexing never expected him to show up unannounced on Christmas.
Opening the door, Li Yexing was stunned. So was Lilith. Out of habit, he invited the grim-faced muscleman in.
Chris walked in without a word!
But the real shock? After downing a bottle of liquor, the iron man sobbed.
He'd lost his trusted partner.
Jill Valentine, his mansion incident ally and BSAA comrade, died saving him from Wesker, falling off a cliff. No body, but the height was lethal. Chris clung to hope.
"Is Jill alive? You know something, don't you? Speak!" he slurred.
Li Yexing sat at the table, eyeing the drunk, babbling Chris and Lilith's impatient glare. He sighed, tempted to spill but held back.
Spoilers suck.
Chris passed out, mumbling. Li Yexing dragged him to the sofa, turning to Lilith with a sheepish grin.
"Supposed to be just us for Christmas…" Lilith grumbled, eyeing Chris.
"Cut him some slack," Li Yexing said. "He's not like us, working for food. They fight to make the world better… even if it seems pointless."
Lilith pouted, muttering about their ruined candlelit dinner and gaming plans.
"No worries, we're on break. Plenty of time," he said, pulling her into his arms, resting his head on hers.
After returning to Roples and recovering, life normalized. Lilith became his ace enforcer—crack shot, ruthless, monstrously strong. Word spread: "Roples' mad dog became a pair." Jobs poured in, fees skyrocketed. Only issue? Lilith's reckless fighting, charging into gunfire. Bandaging her wounds broke his heart.
"Keep this up, you're staying home next time."
She toned it down.
With his frugal habits, they saved a fortune, enough for years. Li Yexing considered a vacation abroad. Lilith, born in a lab and raised in Roples' cesspool, needed to see the real world.
Cleaning dishes, with Chris hogging the sofa, Li Yexing sighed. No gaming tonight on their new Xbox 360. He was fine, but Lilith, practically a gaming otaku, was bummed.
She sat on the windowsill, kicking her legs, pouting. Her face screamed for attention.
Checking the time—nearly 11 p.m.—he scooped her up in a princess carry. "Stop sulking. Bedtime."
…
Late at night, a black-gloved hand pushed open a Roples motel door. The clerk, mid-magazine and… activity, jumped, slamming the magazine down, pants unpulled, glaring at the intruder.
Then he froze.