Li Yuheng danced with great relish, his wide sleeves stirring up gusts of cold wind that caused the candlelight to flicker unpredictably.
He turned around nimbly and stopped steadily in front of Shu Bai, nodding slightly.
It was like the curtain falling.
Shu Bai raised his hand expressionlessly to wipe away the wine stains that had splashed on his face.
He felt like a cockroach that had been flattened by a shoe, barely clinging to life, still struggling and crawling on the ground.
Li Yuheng stopped and stood still, coughed twice, and tapped the ground with the toes of his shoes.
He slightly raised his chin, his eyes glancing at Shu Bai.
The male lead danced pretty well, didn't he?
Shouldn't we give them a round of applause and praise?
Shu Bai stared at the sleeve that had slipped down with the movement, lost in thought.
Oh... so even a mute person's cough makes a sound.
He thought blankly and numbly.
It seems this ghost is not only mentally challenged, but also physically weak.
Seeing that he didn't react, Li Yuheng coughed twice more loudly, tapped his feet harder, and glanced at Shu Bai with suggestive eyes.
Shu Bai followed Li Yuheng's feet and looked down.
A red date had fallen to the ground at Li Yuheng's feet, probably from when they were drinking the nuptial wine.
...So those two coughs and that stomp were a reminder for him to pick it up?
Shu Bai silently bent down and picked up the date.
He held the date in his hand and hesitantly handed it to Li Yuheng.
Li Yuheng looked at the date that was handed to him with a puzzled expression.
Why did my wife suddenly pick up a date?
But the next second, Li Yuheng suddenly understood.
He understood.
Shu Bai must have been worried that he had exhausted himself dancing, so she specially replenished his energy.
Li Yuheng gave Shu Bai a rather approving look.
The sentiment is acceptable.
but.
Even with the protagonist's robust physique, anything that has been on the ground for more than three seconds is absolutely unfit for consumption.
So he walked over, took the jujube from Shu Bai's hand, and threw it back on the ground.
Shu Bai watched silently as the jujube rolled down again.
If I pick it up, you won't be happy.
Okay. She really is a rich young lady.
She has quite a temper.
If you don't want to eat it, fine.
Shu Bai was staring intently at the red date that had rolled away.
Suddenly, I felt a gentle touch on my head.
He froze, then looked up in astonishment.
Li Yuheng's hand was still in his hair, patting it twice soothingly.
In the candlelight, a bright, untroubled smile bloomed on the face of the dim-witted ghost.
With her arched eyebrows, red lips, and white teeth, she was dazzling.
Looking at that bright smile, Shu Bai felt a strange chill run down his spine.
What's going on? Why are you laughing for no reason?
That's really weird.
Li Yuheng withdrew his hand, feeling quite satisfied.
Although the world is full of naivety, it is also full of thoughtfulness.
He's a magnanimous person, so he'll naturally take good care of him.
Seeing that Shu Bai still looked blank, Li Yuheng decided to give him some more hints.
He knelt down and took Shu Bai's hand in his.
Shu Bai instinctively tried to pull away, but was held firmly.
Li Yuheng guided those hands, clapping them one by one.
The applause sounded especially crisp in the quiet bridal chamber.
Shu Bai was stunned and let him do as he pleased.
Amid the applause, Shu Bai looked at the two people's clasped hands, then at Li Yuheng's expectant face, and a flash of inspiration struck him.
...Was he just asking for praise?
This guy is not only mentally challenged, but also extremely narcissistic.
Seeing the sudden realization in his eyes, Li Yuheng immediately raised his chin.
Yes, just as you think.
Shu Bai remained silent for a moment before speaking dryly, "...You danced quite well?"
Li Yuheng was satisfied.
He released his grip, stood with his hands behind his back, and slightly raised his chin.
Even that ill-fated wedding dress exuded an aura of dominance over the world.
…
Meanwhile, in the kitchen of the Prince's Mansion.
The servant in charge of the drinks was half asleep when his companion shook him awake: "Wake up! The prince and princess are about to warm the wine and have a chat. The prince is urging us to prepare the 'love-warming wine'!"
The servant jumped up with a start, still half asleep, grabbed the white jade wine pot beside him, and hurriedly ran outside.
But after running a few steps, he suddenly stopped, looked down at the pot in his hand, and his face turned deathly pale.
wrong!
This pot... isn't this the nuptial wine prepared for the Crown Prince's bridal chamber?!
Oh no, I took the wrong one!
The "love-warming wine" that the prince ordered was specially mixed with some aphrodisiac herbs...
What about the Crown Prince...?
The servant gritted his teeth and made a firm decision.
Well, the young master is in good health, that little bit of weight... should be no problem, right?
The most important thing right now is to hurry back and add the wine to the pot.
…
Inside the new house, Shu Bai, who had been slightly relieved by the yin energy brought in by Li Yuheng, suddenly felt an unfamiliar heat rising up without warning.
This feeling was completely different from the burning, agonizing fever I had experienced before; it was more like an inexplicable tingling and restlessness.
This hot flow was thicker and more cunning, drilling straight down into the lower abdomen.
But Shu Bai only thought it was the aftereffects of a fever, or that he was angry at his mentally challenged "ghost wife".
Li Yuheng was admiring the red string on his wrist when he noticed something was off about him and stared at him intently.
Shu Bai avoided his gaze: "...Um, you don't need to touch it next time."
He raised his palm and gestured in the air towards Li Yuheng's direction, "Just like this, use Yin energy to strike from a distance."
Li Yuheng ignored Shu Bai's words and instead bent down, bringing his face close to hers.
The flush that had just faded from her pale neck spread again, this time affecting her cheeks and the area behind her ears as well.
Li Yuheng squinted, carefully examining the unusual blush on his face, then turned his head to glance at the wine pot on the table.
An absurd thought flashed through my mind.
No way, really?
Could something have been added to this nuptial wine?
His original plan was indeed to provoke the river tonight, but he was still considering how far he would go.
After all, when a male protagonist acts, he believes in letting things happen naturally; forced relationships are never sweet.
Seeing that Shu was suffering terribly from a bout of leukemia, he temporarily suppressed his thoughts and used yin energy to help him suppress it.
He's such a kind and understanding ghost.
But now...
Things seem to be getting more interesting.
Why does fate always seem to be on his side?
Ugh, this is so frustrating.
Shu Bai felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze, so she raised her hand to touch Li Yuheng's forehead and pushed his face away.
"Stay away."
Only after being pushed did he realize something was wrong.
This "ghost wife" is... far too tall.
He subconsciously compared his shoulder width to the other person's; the bone structure didn't look like that of a delicate woman at all.
Shu Bai's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly stood up.
At this stop, his pupils contracted slightly.
He was already considered tall for a man, but the "ghost" in front of him, dressed in a wedding gown, seemed to be even taller than him.
The candlelight cast two shadows on the wall. The figure that appeared slender when draped in a red veil now clearly showed a tall, graceful figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
Li Yuheng paid no attention to his surprised and suspicious gaze, and instead took a half step forward, almost touching Shu Bai's toes.
He lowered his eyes slightly, with a hint of disdain, appreciating the rare blankness on Shu Bai's face.
Hey, let's see who's taller?
With such charisma, this male protagonist is naturally a towering figure, whether male or female... a truly exceptional person.
Shu Bai was momentarily speechless, enveloped by the approaching shadow.
"you--!"
Shu Bai felt a sudden, intense fire erupt in her lower abdomen.
He abruptly brought his legs together, his mind buzzing.
In a flash, he understood.
This reaction is definitely not a fever!
But can someone answer him why he would do this to this ghost at this moment?
His mind was in a mess right now, and he didn't want to think about why the "ghost wife" had become the "ghost teacher."
Shu Bai suddenly turned to the side, almost moving in unison towards the clean room, saying, "My clothes were just soaked by your wine, I need to take a bath and change."
He grabbed a clean nightgown draped over the screen, turned his back to Li Yuheng, and said stiffly, "You rest first, don't worry about me. I'll talk to you when I get back."
Li Yuheng raised an eyebrow.
Trying to run away?
He strolled leisurely, the bell on his wrist jingling softly, trailing behind Shu Bai at a leisurely pace.
As the death knell drew nearer, Shu Bai quickened his pace, almost running.
"Don't follow me!" he growled without turning his head.
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