Looking at Xie Jingrun in front of her, she had never felt so warm and friendly as she did at this moment. Standing next to him, she felt a sense of security and peace of mind.
Even if there really are ghosts, Xie Jingrun could probably drive them away, right?
Thinking of this, she subconsciously moved closer to him.
Xie Jingrun's gaze was fixed on her pale face, clearly she had been quite frightened by what he had just done. For this, he felt inexplicably guilty and ashamed.
He decided to scare her on a whim, but he didn't expect her to be so easily frightened. He should have known better than to scare her.
He was lost in thought when suddenly the girl approached him, catching him off guard.
His body stiffened instantly when he smelled the girl's unique fragrance.
He rested one hand on the corner of the table, a thin layer of sweat glistening on his smooth forehead, but he said, "Nonsense! There are no ghosts here."
"But I really did encounter it. The ghost even touched my neck with its cold hand. If it wasn't a ghost, how could its hand be so cold, and why did it appear so silently?"
Xie Jingrun: "..."
He coughed lightly to cover up his unusual behavior, "Then you must be hallucinating."
Rong Qingqing didn't notice his strange behavior at all. She looked up at him and then muttered to herself, "It must be because you've killed too many people that their ghosts are hiding in your yard. Aren't you afraid when you sleep at night?"
"Rong Qingqing!" Xie Jingrun's temple throbbed, and all his romantic thoughts vanished. He said with a grim expression, "Where are my noodles?"
Rong Qingqing then came to her senses and placed the food basket on the table. "Look, here it is." She was quite clever; she was so scared just now, yet she didn't just throw the food basket away.
The most amazing one was Xie Jingrun. Even though the courtyard was haunted, he still had an appetite to eat noodles.
Xie Jingrun opened the food basket and took out the noodles.
Thinking of something, he handed over the chopsticks, "Try a bite first."
Rong Qingqing was taken aback. "Why?"
"How would I know if you added anything to it?" Xie Jingrun hadn't forgotten what she had said earlier. He had originally intended to follow her to check, but since this woman had gone back to Qinfangyuan to cook, he couldn't go with her anymore.
Rong Qingqing snatched the chopsticks away, angrily asking, "Am I that kind of person?"
"Only you know the truth." Xie Jingrun sat down in the chair and looked at her leisurely.
Rong Qingqing snorted coldly, dragged the bowl over, picked up a big mouthful, and ate it.
Xie Jingrun narrowed his eyes. This brat was getting bolder and bolder in front of him, daring to give him the cold shoulder.
Rong Qingqing took a bite with relish, and seeing that he didn't tell her to stop, she continued to take a second bite.
Anyway, she was hungry, so she ate more and only left him a few noodles. It would be better if he starved to death.
"That's enough." Xie Jingrun quickly stopped her when he saw that she was still enjoying the food.
Rong Qingqing had no choice but to reluctantly push the chopsticks and bowl in front of him.
“I’m not that kind of person with bad character. You’re just being too suspicious, Lord Marquis.”
"I bet you wouldn't dare!" Xie Jingrun glanced at her, picked up his chopsticks, picked up a noodle, and took a bite.
It wasn't until I put the noodles in my mouth that I remembered that the woman had just used those chopsticks.
Xie Jingrun paused in his eating.
But only for a moment, and he returned to normal, continuing to eat his noodles as if nothing had happened.
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