Shu Bai watched as the other party returned the greeting with meticulous care, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.
This ghost... his manners are strangely impeccable.
He was too embarrassed to ask directly, "Are you mute?", so he had to find another way.
After hesitating for a moment, he took out a neatly folded piece of Xuan paper from the lining of his wedding dress.
“Ahem,” he cleared his throat again, unfolded the document, and handed it to Li Yuheng. “Master Li dragged you here by force, so you must not have done so voluntarily.”
Li Yuheng raised an eyebrow, looking at the handwriting on the paper with great interest.
“I am not such a selfish person,” Shu Bai said earnestly, “therefore, I would like to make a deal with you.”
He pointed to Clause One: "I can give you three drops of blood every day. I am of extremely yang constitution, which should be a great tonic for you, an extremely yin ghost."
Li Yuheng nodded.
The lecherous man wholeheartedly agreed.
Shu Bai lowered his fingertips, pointing to Clause Two, his ears turning a barely perceptible red: "If my fever flares up... then I will need your help."
Li Yuheng was just thinking about what kind of erotic treatment it was when he saw Shu Bai say seriously, "Please use your yin energy... to hit me."
Li Yuheng: "..."
Shu Bai avoided his gaze, her tone hard: "Using yin to counter yang might alleviate the situation. Otherwise, we'll keep to ourselves."
Li Yuheng took the document, examined it carefully with great seriousness, then looked up and smiled at Shu Bai.
It doesn't matter.
He'll have a seizure tonight.
Li Yuheng nodded readily, then raised his hand and patted the empty seat next to him.
No problem, leave it to me!
Come, sit closer.
As Shu Bai watched "her" slap the bed, her posture... bold and unrestrained, it made the unease in his heart surge again.
Was this really a "proud and arrogant" deceased young lady?
But since "she" agreed, it's always a good thing.
Shu Bai hesitated for a moment, but still moved about half a person's distance away from Li Yuheng as instructed.
The two were now sitting almost side by side on the edge of the bed.
With a soft crackling sound, the atmosphere in the room became even more subtle.
Shu Bai could clearly smell a very faint, cool fragrance emanating from the person next to him, like pine and bamboo after a snowfall, exceptionally clear and refreshing, completely different from the eerie atmosphere of ghosts he had imagined.
The cool fragrance seemed to have a calming effect on the restless heat surging within him.
As he was sensing this, he saw Li Yuheng suddenly turn around, face him, and then extend his hand.
Those fingers were long and slender, with distinct knuckles, and their whiteness was dazzling against the backdrop of the red dress.
Shu Bai was taken aback: "What's this, Miss?"
Li Yuheng pointed to the red rope bell tied to Shu Bai's right ankle, then pointed to himself, and made a gesture of "untie" and "give it to me".
Shu Bai understood.
She wanted this keepsake that she could see and touch.
Without much thought, Shu Bai bent down and untied the red rope bell from her right ankle.
Anyway, one problem is solved, but there's still one left.
There's nothing seriously wrong.
As the bell left his body, he subconsciously looked up at Li Yuheng.
The red figure instantly became blurry and transparent, as if it would dissipate into the air at any moment.
He felt a sudden tightness in his chest.
Just then, Li Yuheng reached out and precisely grasped the hand holding the bell.
A cool, delicate touch instantly enveloped my pale wrist.
Shu Bai froze.
The chill wasn't biting; instead, it felt like a refreshing spring, suddenly pouring onto his burning meridians, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort.
Li Yuheng calmly took the red string bell from his palm, and then, under Shu Bai's astonished gaze, slowly tied the red string to his left wrist.
The movements were skillful and the posture elegant.
After tying it up, Li Yuheng even raised his hand and admired it against the candlelight.
Yes, I knew it.
Red complements the male lead's skin tone very well.
Shu Bai stared at the red string tied around the other person's wrist, speechless for a moment.
The bell made a soft, clear sound as Li Yuheng moved, which seemed even more natural than when it was tied to his ankle.
"you……"
As soon as Shu Bai opened his mouth, the dormant heat within him surged up without warning, coming on fiercely.
He suddenly straightened his back and his breathing became heavy.
In the candlelight, the veins on the side of his neck throbbed, and his skin flushed an abnormal red.
Li Yuheng tilted his head and looked at him with great interest.
“A fever…” Shu Bai forced out the explanation through gritted teeth, beads of sweat already rolling down his chin, “Please… use yin energy…”
The sparse white view began to sway.
Li Yuheng stood up in a hurry, his bright red sleeves brushing against the back of his pale, hot hands.
He strode to the wedding table, picked up the silver wine pot, and slowly poured a cup of nuptial wine.
“Drinking that…it’s useless…” Shu Bai gritted his teeth.
Li Yuheng seemed not to hear, and returned with a wine glass in hand, a concerned smile playing on his lips.
He leaned down and gently pressed the rim of the cup against his pale lips.
A cool fragrance mixed with the smell of alcohol wafted towards me.
"you……"
Just as Shu Bai was about to speak, the cold wine glass tipped over.
The liquor slid down my throat, but instead of extinguishing the burning heat, it felt like oil being poured onto a hot pan.
Shu Bai let out a muffled groan and clenched the fabric of his shirt over his knees.
Li Yuheng tilted his head to observe the reddened corners of his eyes, inwardly celebrating.
He persevered and poured a second cup.
Let the storm rage on!
Hahaha!
"Wait..." Shu Bai reached out to stop him, but missed.
His "ghost bride" moved lightly through the candlelight, her red dress fluttering, looking more like she was there to bring him death than to bring him good luck.
As Li Yuheng poured the wine, he savored the taste, and even casually jingled the bell on his wrist as he turned around.
Shu Bai looked at the second glass of wine handed to him and finally couldn't take it anymore: "What I want is yin energy! Not wine!"
Li Yuheng blinked, then suddenly looked enlightened.
Then, under the expectant gaze of Shu Bai.
He splashed the wine from his glass onto the other person's clothes.
"...?"
The white fabric froze, and the soaked front of the shirt felt chillingly cold.
Looking at the innocent face before him, he felt despair for the first time.
This "ghost wife" seems to have something wrong with her head.
He just said a lot of nonsense.
Shu Bai stared at the wine stains dripping onto his clothes, water droplets running down the gold-embroidered cloud pattern.
He closed his eyes, trying to suppress the overwhelming sense of powerlessness in his heart.
Li Yuheng, however, was quite satisfied with his cooling measures.
He casually tossed the empty cup aside, and the silver cup clattered to the ground.
Then, he leaned closer and pressed his cool fingertips directly onto the sparse, burning hot side of her neck.
Shu Bai trembled suddenly.
The slight coolness was like a spark falling into a haystack; instead of extinguishing the fire, it only fueled the heat coursing through his body even more violently.
He groaned, and veins bulged on his forehead.
“No…” he practically spat out the words, “It’s about using yin energy, guiding it…”
Li Yuheng suddenly realized.
He placed his palm on Shu Bai's chest, and a pure, cold aura slowly seeped into him.
The breath moved like ice threads, and the burning pain lessened wherever it passed.
Shu Bai just breathed a sigh of relief.
The next second, Li Yuheng twisted his wrist, and the Yin energy suddenly became fierce and domineering, rushing straight to his heart meridian.
"Cough!" Shu Bai was caught off guard and coughed.
He finally understood.
This "ghost wife" wasn't ignorant; she understood everything.
"you……"
He was about to reprimand him when Li Yuheng suddenly stopped.
His "bride" took a half step back, spread her wide sleeves, and began to dance in the bridal chamber.
Her red dress fluttered like flames, and the bells on her wrists jingled in a chaotic tinkling sound.
Shu Bai was dumbfounded.
But then a second wave of despair overwhelmed him.
Oh no, this 'ghost wife' really has something wrong with her head.
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