Peeking at My Blind Wife [Nonhuman]

[In the queue for editing... New story: Beautiful Widow Accidentally Flirts with a Male Ghost, please add it to your favorites] -- Here is this story's blurb:

Ming Ge always felt that something was off about her home.

Broken appliances would start working again the next day, and whenever she was about to fall without realizing it, she would always catch hold of something and regain her balance.

When she walked down the street, she often felt an intensely noticeable gaze following her. She also sometimes heard the door to her room opening in her sleep.

It left her confused.

But Ming Ge was a blind woman with no way to defend herself, living in the chaotic Seventeenth District. She could only suppress her unease and maintain a precarious peace.

Until her neighbor came to visit.

He was gentle and dependable, always helpful to everyone.

He also had a beautiful wife whom he loved dearly, or so Ming Ge had heard from the landlady in the apartment building.

When he heard her hesitant request, the neighbor readily agreed to help.

Ming Ge sat quietly on the sofa and waited. She didn't know that the neighbor, who was supposed to inspect her home, was standing behind her, twirling a strand of her hair and holding it beneath his nose. His gentle peach-blossom eyes were full of an obsessive, feverish devotion.

After unexpectedly arriving more than a thousand years in the past, Ming Ge dreamed again. In the dream, someone pinned her hands and feet to the bed. Scorching heat covered her lips, ravenously drawing out her breath and scent, as if it would swallow her whole.

She thought it was just a ridiculous dream, until her lips stung as she washed up.

Ming Ge froze.

A hand reached out from behind her and lifted her chin. A burning tongue licked away the fine droplets of water on her face. Behind her, he sighed:

"Baby, you figured it out."

Ming Ge stared hard at the man in the mirror, recognizing him as the test subject assigned to her. The eyes she'd modified with her own hands were filled with an obsessive infatuation and suffocating love.

[An aloof, calm, quiet, taciturn blind woman VS a gentle husband in public, a perverted stalker administrator in private (?)] Both leads are chaste

Please read: A short story, around twenty characters in total. Some of the blurb in the first half takes place in the middle and later parts of the story.

Important!!! The setting is a post-apocalyptic interstellar age, after a war in the final era of magic. A new order has been built over the ruins. Many elements are author-created!

-------------------- New Story Blurb --------------------

Beautiful ghost husband & honest wife & gloomy boyfriend

1.

Yu Bai's husband died. After finding a new boyfriend while grief-stricken, she kept feeling that something invisible was staring fixedly at her.

In the bathroom, the air grew hot and humid. Her well-behaved boyfriend wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and tentatively kissed her neck. At the same time, the mirror beneath her palm turned cold as ice.

-- You dare! You dare! You dare! You dare!

-- Make him leave! Make him leave! Make him leave!

Yu Bai froze and stared at the writing on the mirror, instinctively rubbing her eyes. Her boyfriend behind her didn't notice a thing, and his advances grew bolder.

As she watched, the writing changed, turning a twisted, blood-red, as if filled with boundless resentment and fury.

-- I'll satisfy you. Now, open the door.

As the writing slowly vanished, Yu Bai thought the stress was making her hallucinate. She had just breathed a sigh of relief when a mass of scarlet writing suddenly covered the mirror, layered upon itself, almost seeming ready to crawl out.

-- Let me in! Let me in! Let me in! Let me in! Let me in! Let me in!

2.

Late at night, Yu Bai woke at the sound of her boyfriend deliberately closing the door quietly and grew suspicious.

Worried that her repeated rejection of his advances might have caused him emotional problems, she quietly followed him.

Peering through a door that hadn't been fully shut, she saw her boyfriend holding a doll studded with silver needles.

He looked completely different from the sweet, considerate person he was during the day. His face twisted with resentment and fury as he clenched his teeth.

"Bitch! You finally die, and you still won't leave us alone!"

He seemed to be furious enough to lose his mind. He took white silver needles from his pocket and viciously drove them one by one into a doll that looked just like her husband.

"I'll teach you to keep bothering her even after you're dead, to keep pestering her over and over, to spy on us like a rat..."

"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!"

Theme: Stay positive.