"It's just a two-hundred-year-old male ghost, nothing to be afraid of."
The boy said calmly, then added at the end, "Also, don't call me Mom."
Wu Yue: ?
Oh, that "Mommy" just now...
It's fine if she says "Mom" normally, but the main problem is that she added "you" after "Mom," so in Yan Chiyu's ears it sounded like Wu Yue was so scared that she started calling him "Mom."
This title was an unbearable burden for him.
“That’s my catchphrase,” Wu Yue explained weakly, “It means I’m scared and surprised.”
[A serious explanation]
My daughter is so cute, hahaha!
Yan Chiyu hooked his long arm around the girl's waist and gently placed her on his bed. Then, he slowly turned his head and said in a soft voice, "If you want to call someone, call them Daddy."
[Hahaha, is Yan Mei having a good time being cheeky?]
[Call him "Dad" now, he'll be begging to call him "Husband" later.]
[I laughed so hard I almost choked, it's so funny!]
[Wow, kid, amazing arm strength!!!]
Lord Yan looks slim in clothes but muscular without them—a true model's physique! I'm in love!
Wu Yue: "..."
Yan Chiyu, I urge you to be kind!
The girl pouted slightly. She was now in a situation where she had no choice but to bow her head under someone else's roof, and she couldn't afford to offend anyone but her leg accessory.
She took a deep breath, opened her lips, and as she formed the word "Dad," a hand carrying a faint scent of shower gel covered her mouth: "Just kidding. Don't call me that, it'll mess up the generations."
The lips in his palm were soft and slightly cool. The boy's breath hitched.
At this moment, Yan Chiyu also realized that Wu Songsong was truly, truly, truly terrified of ghosts. He had to think of a way to change this situation.
What will she do when he's no longer around?
The boy withdrew his hand, turned to the side, and stood in front of Wu Yue, blocking the male ghost's face.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the green iron pillar hanging below the air conditioner, drying itself. The two paper figures suddenly realized what was happening, shaking their little heads left and right, their confused consciousness returning. Only then did they sluggishly slide down the wall, their short legs taking one step at a time, trotting towards Wu Yue.
Upon arriving at the king's territory, Cuihua and Tiezhu lowered their heads like children being punished by their parents, not daring to look at Wuyue.
I'm really sorry, but when Daddy Yan is around, their minds are completely blank. They were originally created by Daddy Yan to serve a purpose elsewhere.
I failed in my duty.
I scared my master.
I stood in the corner as punishment, I faced the wall, I reflected on my mistakes—Si Guoyi?
Oh, no, I should continue standing as punishment.
*Sobbing* Master, I was wrong. TwT
—From "Cuihua's Grudge Diary"
...
Wu Yue poked the adorable Cuihua with her little finger and whispered, "It's okay. Even if the sky falls, your father Yan will hold it up."
Upon hearing this, Yan Chiyu, who was standing in front of him, seemed to think of something and silently curved the corners of his mouth, his eyes brimming with laughter.
The male ghost, who had been ignored for so long, was already seething with anger: "Hey, can you two stop ignoring me! There should be a limit to flirting!" His tone was full of sourness.
Meeting a pair of cold eyes, the male ghost floated back, suddenly feeling a little scared: "I, I am a ghost, I will not die again."
Yan Chiyu sneered: "But you will be reduced to ashes."
Why are you grabbing her ankle?
The male ghost trembled and hid at the foot of the bed, only his eyes showing. He said pitifully, "I... I was still a virgin when I died. I just... I just wanted to feel the presence of a girl."
Wu Yue: "..." I wish I were a man.
Forget about the witch god, there are still women, beauties, and ghosts.
Yan Chiyu's cold gaze swept over. Although the male ghost was afraid, he was overjoyed to have finally encountered two people who could see him. He wished he could sit down and have a long talk with them.
"Let me tell you, your girlfriend is the best I've ever seen. She's so clean-skinned and incredibly beautiful... I'll let you touch her a couple of times, and you won't lose a piece of your flesh."
The male ghost was still babbling on, angrily hurling a pillow imbued with Yan Chi's spiritual power. He thought the pillow would pass through his body and was happily stretching out his arms to welcome it.
With a loud 'bang,' the male ghost was hit by the pillow and rolled several meters away.
"roll!"
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