An hour passed after Song Xianqing left, and I felt comfortable with no one bothering me.

Five hours after Song Xianqing left, the usually noisy house was suddenly silent, and I felt empty inside.

Ten hours after Song Xianqing left, I was eating dinner alone with the window open. The cold night wind blew in, making my back feel inexplicably cold. The leaves outside, rustling in the wind, looked just like human figures at first glance.

Nan Yu was startled by her own actions.

I quickly went over and closed the window halfway through my meal.

My heart was still pounding.

Thinking too much makes me easily frightened. I hurriedly finished my meal without washing the dishes, then ran to bed with all the lights on, the door locked, and the windows closed.

I couldn't sleep for twelve hours after Song Xianqing left.

The sound of howling wind came from outside, sounding just like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

I grabbed the blanket and pulled it tight, forcing myself to sleep.

I finally drifted into a light sleep, but then, like the sound of a woman's high heels on the floor, my mind snapped awake. I sat up in bed, still wrapped in the blanket, and stared warily at the door.

Listen carefully.

There really was the sound of high heels.

The lamp wick's face changed completely. How could there be the sound of high heels in the house in the middle of the night?

The shoes were walking back and forth in the living room, not loudly, but there was something there. I quietly got out of bed, wrapped myself in the blanket, and went to the door. My hand was already on the doorknob and the lock; all I had to do was turn it…

He placed his hand on it, hesitated for a long time without having the courage, and walked from the living room to the bedroom hallway, getting closer and closer until he disappeared right in front of the door. Deng Xin felt weak all over and his feet were cold.

He'd rather be a thief.

He pulled his hand back, too afraid to open the door or go back to bed. He just huddled in the corner by the door, wrapped in a blanket, and stayed up all night.

He opened the door as soon as it was light the next day.

There was no one outside, and even the door lock showed no signs of being tampered with. The windows were also sealed shut. Nan Yu became even more suspicious. She wondered where the system had gone. Otherwise, she could have let it out to guard the door.

With Song Xianqing not around, he felt a bit creepy in the house even during the day.

At night, footsteps sounded again, but this time they disappeared after walking around once. The wooden planks underfoot sounded like someone was poking them irregularly with a stick, with a thud every ten minutes or so.

I didn't sleep well for three nights in a row.

On the fourth day, Song Xianqing arrived, carrying a food box. His attire was as flamboyant as ever; today he wasn't wearing his hair in a braid, but rather all his hair was loose, with a silver snake-shaped ring around his forehead. He must have had his hair done, as it was noticeably more voluminous and had an extra layer of bangs. Dressed in purple, he was exceptionally handsome.

When Nan Yu saw him, she felt a sense of reunion after a long separation. Three days felt more painful than three years, especially at night.

Song Xianqing waved to the lamp wick: "Brother."

Nan Yu ran over, grabbed Song Xianqing's hand, her eyes slightly moist, and asked, "Where did you go?"

Song Xianqing pulled the boy to a small table outside the courtyard, opened the box containing spicy soup, and said, "At home, you don't want to see me, and I don't dare to come. Try it." She handed him a spoon.

Nan Yu didn't answer, staring intently at the other person, and said:

"Why don't you move in with me? I'll cook for you."

A gentle autumn breeze stirred, and a leaf drifted down, landing right on top of the lamp wick. The boy reached out and plucked it, then affectionately patted Nan Yu's head, asking, "Why did you suddenly ask me to move in? Didn't you dislike me coming?"

The lamp wick tensed up: "There's a ghost, I'm scared."

Song Xianqing froze. So it wasn't that he was reluctant to leave or afraid of ghosts? This made him feel like he was just a shield. Oh well, he'd get his hands on her sooner or later.

etc……

"There's no ghost, what's wrong?"

Nan Yu: "There were footsteps outside at night. They've been gone for three days."

Song Xianqing frowned. Even if ghosts really existed, there weren't any here. So how could there be footsteps? Who else was thinking about Liu Yu like he was?

His eyes darkened. Seeing that Dengxin was so scared that she took the initiative to approach him, he smiled. No matter who it was, since he had moved in, the one who won the beauty's heart could not be anyone other than him.

"Then I'll come over tonight."

"Don't leave. Let's sleep together tonight. If you think the bed is too small, we can combine the guest bed with it, and you can sleep with me, okay?" Dengxin stared at Song Xianqing with bright eyes, as if she was looking forward to being with him.

Song Xianqing didn't care whether his wife liked it or was afraid; he just moved in first.

And so, this time she brought even more luggage than last time, dragging two large suitcases over, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed and smiling: "Honey, now that I'm here, I won't be leaving easily, are you sure you want me to stay?"

"Stay, don't rush."

It's better to have more people around; one person alone carries too much yin energy, which is creepy.

He used to sleep soundly, but these past few days have almost driven him crazy.

Song Xianqing pressed her advantage: "No, brother. My name is not proper, what would it mean for me to move in?"

Lampwick: "What kind of title do you want?"

Song Xianqing: "Just give me any one, I'll like any one my brother gives me."

Lampwick: "Boyfriend?"

Song Xianqing: "The relationship isn't close enough."

Lampwick: "Isn't your boyfriend close enough? You really want to be my younger brother? Well, that's not impossible, let's become sworn brothers."

Song Xianqing pursed his lips. What sworn brotherhood? Who would want to be sworn brothers with him? "I want to be your husband, the future father of your child."

Nan Yu: "..."

Song Xianqing: "Is it okay, honey?"

The wick forced a smile: "Okay."

If your boyfriend kisses and hugs you, your husband will fulfill his obligations.

The chrysanthemums are doomed.

Looking at that handsome face, it didn't seem like such a bad deal after all. Song Xianqing moved in just like that. In the evening, a flock of parrots flew in and stood in a row on the fence of the yard.

"I love you, I love you."

A group of talking parrots were saying "I love you" to Nan Yu. She thought they were tourists or some kind of event at the scenic spot, so she didn't pay much attention. The high priest who came to find Nan Yu was attracted by the parrots' voices.

Given the sheer scale of it, it's easy to guess who's raising them.

But why are you here?

Knock on the door.

With Song Xianqing around, the lamp wick is no longer a problem.

When I heard the knock and peeked out, I was almost scared to death. It was getting dark and visibility was not very good. The high priest was wearing a black cloak and a hat on his head. From a distance, he looked like a ghost.

Thinking back to the footsteps of the previous two nights.

"Ah—! A ghost!"

He ran towards Song Xianqing while shouting. The boy stretched out his arms and pulled him into his embrace. He didn't quite understand why he was shouting about ghosts. Outside, there were all the "I love you" chants he had trained. Where did these ghosts come from?

He calmed the man down by holding the lamp wick and told him to go to the bedroom. He said he would go out and see who was playing tricks. Nan Yu was scared and clung to Song Xianqing's green clothes, refusing to let go, wanting to go with him.

The boy led him there.

After descending the wooden steps and getting closer, I realized it was the high priest.

Nan Yu: "..."

Song Xianqing frowned: "What are you doing here so late?"

The high priest retorted, "What are you doing here so late?"

Song Xianqing: "I live with Liu Yu."

Seeing the two embracing, the high priest frowned: "The holy son cannot be profaned, Xianqing. You must know your place. If you do not listen, I will have your father lock you up."

The high priest threatened her, but she didn't think about it any other way.

But then again, it seemed the two were too close.