210: Chapter 210 The Alien Girl's Curiosity

On Earth, inside the Villa, Song Yang was having dinner with his harem.

As he ate, Song Yang could "feel" the Blood Vine Tree frantically absorbing energy from the blood soil like a thirsty giant python.

Beneath their bark, fibrous tissues were dividing and reorganizing at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming increasingly tough and dense.

By now, the blood vines had grown into forty-eight main vines, each nearly a meter thick and eight kilometers long.

Song Yang had no doubt that once these dozens of tons of blood soil were completely devoured, his blood vines would be able to completely envelop this Villa area, turning it into a true, insurmountable fortress.

Liliya was currently savoring the exquisite dishes on the dining table.

These foods were delicacies prepared using cooking methods she had never seen before.

Liliya poked a piece of sweet and sour pork with a metal fork. The sweet and sour sensation blooming on her taste buds made her eyebrows rise slightly; this planet truly had its own unique way when it came to "eating."

However, her eating movements soon slowed down.

Because after Song Yang finished eating, he walked into the bathroom.

After a while, Zhang Xinmei walked over, followed by Bai Jie.

The bathroom door closed, and the sound of water drifted out.

But that splashing water sound couldn't cover everything.

At first, it was suppressed, faint laughter.

Soon, the sounds became more chaotic.

The sound of water splashing against tiles and skin, the laughter of women, and Song Yang's low, somewhat commanding voice.

Liliya's movements stopped completely, her fork suspended in mid-air.

Her hearing had been genetically optimized, far surpassing any creature on this planet.

Every tiny sound from the bathroom reached her ears with absolute clarity, constructing vivid yet blurry images in her mind.

In her home planet's civilization, "reproduction" was a precisely calculated and strictly controlled procedure.

The gene pool would match the optimal combination, and life would be continued in a sterile cultivation center. The entire process was solemn and grave, devoid of any superfluous emotion.

So-called "partners" were more like collaborators in a social sense.

Intimate acts involving multiple individuals for the purpose of "pleasure," like this, only existed in her knowledge base within biological observation reports of uncivilized civilizations.

Usually, this was defined as being driven by inefficient and primitive instincts.

Liliya tilted her head slightly, and an inexplicable blush appeared on her snowy-white face, one she hadn't even noticed herself.

Liliya didn't know where that blush came from; it was like some unknown physiological rejection reaction, spreading from her snowy-white neck all the way to the tips of her ears, bringing a strange wave of heat.

Even though she didn't want to listen, she simply couldn't move her attention away from the direction of the bathroom.

That thin door panel seemed to have become the most mysterious boundary on this planet.

On one side was the world she understood, composed of food, energy, and survival;

On the other side was a chaotic realm she couldn't analyze, filled with pleasure, playfulness, and primitive impulses.

"Ahem."

A light cough interrupted Liliya's thoughts.

Xiao Xue, sitting diagonally across from her, was absent-mindedly poking at the remaining rice in her bowl with the tips of her chopsticks, glancing at Liliya before quickly shifting her gaze to the bathroom door.

"Our little alien princess seems to be quite interested in certain things."

Xiao Xue looked as if she had discovered some interesting prey.

Yang Yueqi still had a piece of rib in her mouth, and she looked up curiously upon hearing this.

She followed Xiao Xue's gaze and saw Liliya staring at the bathroom, her face, usually cold as frost and snow, now showing a strange shade of pink.

"Can... can she hear it?"

Yang Yueqi asked indistinctly, her large eyes filled with surprise.

"Who knows."

In Song Yang's harem, Xiao Xue was undoubtedly the one who best understood how to read people and was the most skilled at using tactics.

Before the apocalypse, she was an internet streamer who lived off fan tips, and her specialty was reading people's hearts, especially men's.

Yang Yueqi was different; she was young and still just a student when she was rescued. To her, Song Yang was more about dependence and a bit of girlish idolization.

This woman from outer space was too beautiful, so beautiful she didn't seem real, like an elf stepped out of a game, possessing a fatal attraction for men.

"Sister Xue, should we share some of our experience with her?" Yang Yueqi asked in a low voice.

"Tell her?"

Xiao Xue shook her head. "My little Yueqi, are you stupid? Do you think this is a sisters' mutual aid society? Don't you understand the saying 'teach the apprentice and the master starves'?"

Liliya was completely unaware of the undercurrents at the dining table.

She was still immersed in her own confusion.

The sounds from the bathroom continued—women's laughter, a man's whispers—interweaving into a melody she couldn't understand yet was inexplicably drawn to.

She tilted her head slightly, her long silver hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall.

She just didn't understand why this behavior, defined as "primitive" by her civilization, sounded so happy.

Certain sounds made her heart thud and race wildly.

The two at the dining table watched helplessly as Liliya stood up.

She didn't look at anyone; her eyes were locked straight onto the closed bathroom door.

"What... what is she going to do?"

Yang Yueqi's chopsticks fell into her bowl with a "clang."

Liliya was exceptionally curious about what was happening inside.

She walked to the bathroom door, her fair, slender fingers lightly resting on the cold door handle.

She didn't turn it, nor did she push it open.

She simply pressed her ear against it.

The cold metal door panel transmitted the internal heat and clamor even more clearly.

These sounds were no longer a blurred symphony but had decomposed into specific notes.

Curiosity, almost the most primitive driving force for Liliya as a high-level intelligent life form, now overwhelmed all her behavioral codes.

She was simply too curious; she couldn't help but want to see exactly what was happening in that room.

No sooner said than done.

The bathroom door was pulled open a tiny crack.

Thick steam surged out first, carrying the scent of body wash and warm moisture, hitting Liliya full in the face.

Her vision through that narrow crack was fragmented by the rising mist.

She couldn't see the whole picture.

She could only see shimmering water light reflecting on the white-tiled walls, creating mottled patterns of light and shadow.

A segment of a snowy-white, rounded shoulder was faintly visible in the mist, with glistening water droplets still clinging to it.

Then, a large hand with distinct knuckles reached over, the pad of a finger gently wiping away that water droplet before sliding down the smooth curve and disappearing into a blind spot.

Accompanying this action was a woman's suppressed soft moan, somewhere between a gasp and a groan.

Liliya's pupils constricted to the extreme in an instant.

The scene within the crack was constantly changing.

She saw Zhang Xinmei's profile; her face was now flushed deep red, her eyes were closed in a daze, yet a satisfied smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

She also saw Bai Jie with her back to the door, warm water pouring down from her head, washing over her smooth long hair and sleek back.