Chapter 65: Just Curious, Just Jealousy Mist suddenly arrived, spit...

The fog suddenly came, expelled a car and then dissipated.

The engine stopped. Lin Jue turned sideways and looked for a while before reaching out and poking the sleeping person's flushed cheek.

"arrive."

She leaned close to Su Huaiwang's ear and called her in a very low voice.

The hot breath blew onto her face through the air. It was warm, and for ghosts, it was the extremely comfortable temperature of a living person.

“Hmm…”

Her eyes struggled to open a crack, and Su Huaiwang subconsciously frowned at her.

After shaking her head, she finally regained consciousness. She lifted the small blanket covering her and looked back quickly as if she remembered something.

In the back seat, two dogs and a cat were sleeping with their legs up in the air, their tongues sticking out.

Su Huaiwang breathed a sigh of relief. She still remembered the big gray and small yellow she saw when she woke up last time. They looked so strange that it scared her.

“Lin Jue…?”

"Yes, I'm here." Lin Jue nodded gently at her, with stars in his eyes.

Su Huaiwang couldn't help but reach out and pinch her face.

"What's wrong?" Lin Jue leaned his cheek over obediently.

Su Huaiwang didn't answer her question, and said to himself: "Is it very cold? Your face is so cold."

The skin under my palm is delicate and soft, but the only flaw is that it is cold, like touching a piece of ice that has been kneaded until it is no longer hard.

"Are you cold?" The girl's voice was apologetic.

Su Huaiwang was about to say no when his palm suddenly heated up and became burning.

As if being scalded, the palm of the hand flew away from the skin in shock.

Lin Jue was puzzled and poked Dudu's hot cheek with his finger.

It's warm, not too hot, and should be a suitable temperature for humans.

She looked up blankly at the frightened Su Huaiwang.

Su Huaiwang covered his palms with his hands, the corners of his mouth twitching: "...It's not a dream?"

"What's the meaning?"

Su Huaiwang turned her head and saw Lin Jue looking at her with wide eyes.

She hesitated for a moment, then reached up and poked her neck again. The first time, it felt chilly, but the second time, it became the same temperature as her finger, comfortable and gentle.

Su Huaiwang looked up and saw the girl squinting her eyes, enjoying her intimacy. Feeling her gaze, she blinked at her, playfully and proudly.

Su Huaiwang sighed and withdrew his hand.

They have returned to the real world from the small world. The lingering fog has disappeared. The high and distant sunlight of early autumn shines down, making Su Huaiwang, who has stayed in the fog for a long time, feel a little uncomfortable.

The woman shook her head, and a shadow appeared above her head in time to help her block most of the overly bright light.

Su Huaiwang lowered her head, and Lin Jue's hand appeared on her little finger, holding her little finger and shaking it slightly.

The resentful ghost made no effort to conceal his good mood.

Su Huaiwang was shocked, but did not shake her off. Instead, he walked around silently and interlocked his fingers with hers.

"There's no need next time..." Su Huaiwang paused, a faint blush on his face: "There's no need to be so cautious."

Lin Jue was surprised: "Yeah!"

"Also, take this away." Su Huaiwang pointed to the shadow above his head.

It was so strange. The sudden appearance of a shadow was simply challenging her materialistic worldview and ignoring the physics she had learned since childhood.

"Okay." Lin Jue responded. The moment the shadow was pulled down, the porcelain-like hand pushed up again, covering Su Huaiwang's eyes.

“…”

Su Huaiwang shook his head helplessly and pulled the hand down: "Don't do this, I'm not something fragile."

Lin Jue frowned miserably: "I know..."

Turning around, where Su Huaiwang couldn't see, the vengeful ghost's face changed rapidly again.

She glared fiercely at the sun hanging high in the sky, and grayish-white mist began to gather.

Su Huaiwang hadn't noticed these changes yet. She glanced at her phone:

"It's two in the afternoon, no wonder the sun is so bright."

The three little ones were still sleeping like dead pigs, so she had to open the back seat door and wake them up one by one.

"By the way," she leaned halfway into the back seat of the car, and her voice came out from inside the car, muffled: "Lin Jue?"

"Here it comes, what's wrong?" Lin Jue immediately gave up competing with the sun and ran over with his tail up. He just saw Su Huaiwang leaning over in the back seat, with a slender waist exposed from under his T-shirt, rising and falling with his breathing.

Lin Jue was in a trance.

"Can you help me with my luggage? They are sleeping like the dead—"

The voice stopped abruptly, followed by a startled: "What are you doing!"

The girl lowered her eyes, her hand resting on the woman's waist, a little cloth covering her fingers extending inward, barely visible.

Su Huaiwang's waist was extremely sensitive. As soon as his hand touched it, it collapsed helplessly. The other person's touch unconsciously caressed that piece of skin, making Su Huaiwang's face flush red, and even his eyes showed a hint of pleading.

Unfortunately, those amber eyes were filled with clarity and seriousness.

"You'll catch a cold."

Lin Jue blinked and said flatteringly, then changed the position of his hands and helped her pull down her T-shirt.

Su Huaiwang almost couldn't breathe a sigh of relief, her throat was stiff: "Thank you so much." Although she felt that she wouldn't catch a cold if her waist was exposed for a while, she would definitely catch a cold if Lin Jue's cold hands kept on her waist for a while.

"It's okay." Lin Jue smiled shyly.

She didn't know if it was Su Huaiwang's illusion, but she always felt that Lin Jue was like a puppy that came home for the first time, running around behind its owner, trying hard to help and prove that he was useful.

Su Huaiwang shook his head and threw the absurd idea out of his mind.

Little did she know that after she turned her head, Lin Jue stared at her tightly covered part for a few seconds before reluctantly turning away.

By the time Dahui and Xiaohuang stood beside her with sleepy eyes, Lin Jue had already packed all his luggage and had been waiting for a while.

Su Huaiwang looked at the kitten curled up in his arms, then looked at the bags in Lin Jue's hands, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, it..."

Lin Jue immediately responded: "It's okay, I'll get it."

The girl's eyes were shining, and Su Huaiwang couldn't say what he wanted to say.

She took a sip and walked towards the door with the cat in her arms.

Lin Jue followed her, his luggage held in the air by the grayish-white mist.

Su Huaiwang looked back at the fog from time to time, his eyes were very complicated.

Lin Jue thought he understood what she meant and whispered, "Don't worry, I have a lot of mists. The ones I'm giving you are all treasured and I won't use them casually."

Su Huaiwang really wanted to cover his ears so that he couldn't hear what Lin Jue was saying.

Lin Jue didn't know that the person with red ears in front of her was cursing her in her heart. She smiled with satisfaction and hummed a song softly.

"What song is this?" Su Huaiwang tilted his ear to listen.

Lin Jue was stunned for a moment, then replied honestly, "I don't know."

"Can't remember?"

“Not really,” Lin Jue recalled, “It’s just that I don’t have this memory.”

After that, she hummed the same part again.

"Actually, I only remember this part. It comes from the memory of an old woman who was beaten to death by her husband for helping her daughter escape. This song was a lullaby her mother sang to her when she was a child."

Lin Jue was a little embarrassed: "I can sing something else, do you want to listen? Although I may not be able to sing the whole song."

Her memory was so fragmented that even piecing together a complete song was difficult for her.

"...No need." Su Huaiwang was silent for a long time before answering: "Sorry for asking something I shouldn't have asked."

Lin Jue shook his head: "There is nothing you shouldn't ask. As long as you want to know, I will tell you."

"Really?" Su Huaiwang stopped, turned around and looked into her eyes.

"Really." Lin Jue had a slight smile on his lips, and he was calm about the question she was about to ask.

"That--"

The question was interrupted, and the sound of breaking air came late. Su Huaiwang subconsciously turned around, and a hint of yellow appeared in the corner of his eyes.

Lin Jue forcefully pulled her head back.

Su Huaiwang looked puzzled.

Lin Jue explained, "That's someone you shouldn't look at."

The more Lin Jue said this, the more Su Huaiwang wanted to see it. Lin Jue couldn't persuade her, so he reluctantly let go of his hand covering her ear.

The person in sight was indeed wearing a yellow robe, but it was not a yellow robe added on top of a yellow robe, but a mysterious Taoist costume.

Unexpectedly, it matched Lei Yinyin's face with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes very well. Su Huaiwang even felt for a moment that he saw a young knight galloping through the wind and clouds in a martial arts movie.

However, this knight was not very cool at this time. When he saw Su Huaiwang, he immediately hid the sword in his hand behind his back in panic.

"...Are you cosplaying?"

The Taoist priest's face flushed, and his usually loud voice became small: "No..."

Su Huaiwang looked her up and down, focusing his gaze on her invisible back.

"Then what are you doing..."

"..." Lei Yinyin was silent for a long time. After a long while, he stammered, "I am, I am cosplaying."

Lin Jue behind him couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The little Taoist priest, whose face turned red, immediately raised his head and glared at her as if he wanted to swallow her.

Su Huaiwang gave her a strange look and said in an unexpected voice: "What are you laughing at?"

Lin Jue had a bad feeling and quickly stopped laughing. He carefully moved his eyes upwards to look at her: "Nothing...it's just that what she's wearing is actually the Tianshi uniform, which is the uniform of their internal Tianshi."

"So that's how it is." Su Huaiwang's ugly expression finally eased a little.

When she turned around, she was met with Lei Yinyin's terrified expression.

Lei Yinyin pointed at Lin Jue, his face as pale as if covered with putty: "Did you tell her?"

Lin Jue's expression changed into that impatient look when he turned to the Heavenly Master: "Yes, so what? We agreed that you couldn't tell her, but we didn't say I couldn't tell her, right?"

"You, you, how dare you...?" Lei Yinyin opened her mouth wide and spoke without thinking.

"What am I afraid of?" Lin Jue raised his eyebrows, held his chin high, and looked proud. As he spoke, he quietly grabbed Su Huaiwang's hand and intertwined it with hers.

Su Huaiwang felt a little uncomfortable with her holding hands so intimately, so she cleared her throat to draw their attention.

As expected, Lin Jue looked at her first.

She said, "Could you please help me take my things in? I have something...I want to talk to her about."

Lin Jue's eyes widened and his eyebrows subconsciously frowned.

"What's up?"

Su Huaiwang always felt that since Lin Jue confessed everything to her, the other party's expression became more vivid.

"About you." Su Huaiwang said concisely.

No matter how reluctant Lin Jue was, he had no choice but to agree.

Dragging two dogs and carrying a cat, he walked towards the house, looking back every few steps.

Lei Yinyin received a glare from Lin Jue every few seconds, and she only breathed a sigh of relief when the other party disappeared into the house.

Su Huaiwang, the enthusiastic citizen she was supposed to protect, walked up to her and asked, "Let's talk?"

Lei Yinyin pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Okay."