"…go out."
"There is no obligation for me to go out."
…
The sparse white floats and sinks amidst the tearing apart of ice and fire.
In his hazy state, he vaguely felt that the cold water surrounding him had somehow become warm.
...Hot water?
His confused mind was unable to process this anomaly.
He felt that the warmth was like poison, evaporating the last shred of his reason.
Li Yuheng lightly touched the rim of the bucket with his fingertip, suppressing the ghostly aura emanating from the heated water.
Keeping one's achievements and fame hidden is a basic quality of a leading man.
…
When Shu Bai's fragmented consciousness was finally pieced back together, he found himself back on his wedding bed.
The bright red mandarin ducks were in a mess.
The intense sensations lingering in his body reminded him just how chaotic the chaos had been.
He didn't even remember how he got back to bed from the washroom.
Li Yuheng bent over, his red robe half-open, his black hair hanging down.
Someone's red string bell was still ringing softly.
The medicinal properties have long since worn off.
"...That's enough..."
"Your Highness is mistaken. The treatment is not yet complete; how can it be abandoned halfway?"
Just then, a familiar scorching heat arrived.
The fever broke out without warning at this moment.
More intense than ever before.
Shu Bai followed his instincts and clung tightly to the only "coolness" beside him—Li Yuheng's ghostly body with its icy skin and jade bones.
Li Yuheng was taken aback by his initiative, and then the corners of his mouth turned up in a crazy smile.
Ouch!
My wife threw herself into my arms!
Who could possibly tolerate this?!
"Your Highness, you brought this upon yourself."
The ensuing frenzy far surpassed anything before.
Li Yuheng completely let loose and used all sorts of tricks.
…
The next morning, Li Yuheng was fast asleep.
In his dream, he was receiving the worship of countless ghosts with unparalleled elegance when he suddenly felt a chill creep over him.
He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Shu Bai holding a large silver pair of scissors, pointing them at his lower body.
Li Yuheng instantly snapped out of his daze: "Wife, what are you doing?"
Shu Bai smiled slightly and said in a gentle tone, "Cut the bird."
Li Yuheng: "..."
He quickly brought his legs together to protect his vitals.
“Your Highness, this is unacceptable.” He tried to reason with him, “This bird is related to your lifelong happiness.”
Shu Bai: "I am very happy."
“You didn’t say that last night. You liked it very much,” Li Yuheng reminded him.
The scissors, now sparse and white, are another inch closer: "A string of lies."
Li Yuheng moved back a little: "If I cut it off, who will treat your fever?"
"I'd rather die from the heat."
"Then who will play with the bell with you?" Li Yuheng shook his wrist. "It rings so nicely."
“I can rock it myself.”
Li Yuheng was shocked.
He sat up abruptly: "This bird is the essence of heaven and earth; how can you cut it off as you please?"
Shu Bai grinned maliciously.
The seemingly honest man, driven to the brink of despair, began to go mad and create demonic possessions.
"Perfect, it'll bring some peace and quiet."
Li Yuheng protected him even more tightly: "Your Highness, it's not kind of you to kick someone after they've served their purpose."
"We're going to tear down your broken bridge."
The scissors flashed with a cold light.
Li Yuheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Are you sure you want to cut it? If this bird is lost, there will never be another one like it in the world. Your Highness, think it over carefully, lest you regret it later."
Shu Bai paused in his movements.
Li Yuheng pressed his advantage, heartbroken and indignant: "How could you bear to part with such a rare bird?"
Looking at his sincere expression, Shu Bai slowly put down the scissors.
"you're right."
Li Yuheng just breathed a sigh of relief.
Then Shu Bai turned around and took out a gold box inlaid with gemstones from her dressing case.
“So,” Shu Bai opened the box, which was lined with red velvet, “I’ve decided to treasure it.”
Li Yuheng: "…………"
Oh no, oh no, this is bad.
My wife is furious.
Li Yuheng immediately switched into dramatic mode, rushing over to hug Shu Bai's waist: "Your Highness! You mustn't!"
He feigned tears with genuine emotion, but his hand accidentally tugged at the outer robe draped over Shu Bai's shoulders.
Sizzle—
The red dress, which was barely draped over her shoulders, slipped off, revealing her pale skin covered in ambiguous red marks.
The air froze instantly.
Li Yuheng's fake crying got stuck in his throat.
Shu Bai looked down at his battle record, his face turning from white to green.
"Have you seen enough?" he asked ominously.
Li Yuheng quickly picked up his outer robe and draped it over Shu Bai with great care: "Your Highness's demeanor remains as elegant as ever."
Shu Bai stared at the excessively large, blood-red wedding dress she was wearing, embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, her pupils dilating in shock.
He's wearing this ghost's wedding dress!
He actually... wore this awful wedding dress for so long?!
Li Yuheng saw it clearly and immediately beamed with joy: "So the young master also has this taste."
He clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Excellent, excellent!"
Shu Bai's face turned ashen, and she ripped off her wedding dress and threw it violently to the ground.
Li Yuheng blinked as he looked at Shu Bai, who was completely naked.
“Your Highness,” he said sincerely, “it is good to be frank with each other, but it is easy to catch a cold.”
Shu Bai stood there, his eyes vacant, as if his soul had left his body.
He slowly raised his hand, looked at his palm, and then looked down at himself.
Then he laughed.
"Hahaha."
The laughter was dry.
Li Yuheng silently pushed the gold box further away.
Then he kicked the large silver scissors under the bed.
Shu Bai suddenly started spinning in circles, muttering to himself, "I am the heir of the Prince of Zhenbei, and I married a ghost, a man, who can talk, and can..."
He stopped abruptly, pointing at Li Yuheng: "You!"
Li Yuheng immediately raised his hand: "Here!"
Shu Bai stared at him, her eyes gradually turning crazed: "What exactly are you?"
“Your ghost wife,” Li Yuheng blinked. “Or your ghost husband? Whatever you like.”
The sparse white space began to circle again.
He moved to the table, grabbed the nuptial wine pot, shook it, and tilted his head back to drink it.
Li Yuheng promptly reminded him, "Your Highness, this wine might still have some ingredients."
Shu Bai froze.
He stared at the wine jug, his eyes filled with struggle, and finally smashed it to the ground.
"Bang--"
Porcelain shards scattered everywhere.
Li Yuheng clapped: "Well done! Full of spirit!"
Shu Bai, panting heavily, suddenly rushed to the wardrobe, grabbed a piece of clothing haphazardly, and put it on.
Li Yuheng squinted and recognized it: "Your Highness, that's my skirt."
Shu Bai paused, looked down and saw clearly, then flung away as if burned.
He then grabbed another item.
“That’s mine too,” Li Yuheng added.
…
"That one too."
…
"mine."
…
"They're all mine."
…
Shu Bai looked at the wardrobe full of clothes and realized with despair that they were all Li Yuheng's dowry.
He then realized that he hadn't left his clothes there at all.
I originally planned to wait until the deal was finalized and then go back to my room at dawn.
Shu Bai remained silent for three seconds, then resolutely tore off the bed curtains and wrapped them around himself.
The white veil fluttered, like Sadako.
Li Yuheng exclaimed, "The Crown Prince looks good in anything."
Shu Bai wrapped the bed curtains tightly around herself and walked towards the door expressionlessly.
He had only taken two steps when his body suddenly stiffened.
My butt hurts so much.
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to take another step.
Li Yuheng rushed forward, picked him up horizontally, and gently placed him back on the bed.
Shu Bai lay sprawled on the bed, wrapped in the bed curtains, staring unfocusedly at the top of the canopy.
Li Yuheng squatted down by the bed and poked his shoulder: "Young Master?"
Shu Bai showed no reaction.
Li Yuheng changed his stamp to a shake: "I was wrong."
Shu Bai's eyes slowly turned towards him.
Li Yuheng immediately clasped his hands together and blinked, "I won't do it again next time."
Shu Bai twitched the corner of his mouth: "Next time?"
"No next time?"
Shu Bai closed his eyes and refused to communicate.
Li Yuheng leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I'm a little duck, quack quack..."
Shu Bai suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils dilating violently.
Li Yuheng looked innocent: "Folk folk songs are a cure for depression."
Shu Bai grabbed a pillow and covered her face with it.
Li Yuheng tried to pull the pillow off: "I'd feel bad if you suffocated."
Shu Bai pressed down hard, his voice muffled and hoarse: "If I die, you can replace me."
Why isn't this ghost mute?
Li Yuheng said seriously, "That won't do."
He said with deep affection, "Of all the waters in the world, I only want to drink from your cup."
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