"Why aren't you talking? Are you feeling guilty?" The male ghost exuded murderous aura and his eyes were as sharp as a knife.
Yan Xi took a deep breath and smiled, "How could that be? Then... Young Master, do you think I should continue to like you?"
Seeing his lackey-like appearance, the male ghost felt better. A nice arc appeared on the corner of his mouth. He slowly floated over, lifted his face, looked at him carefully, and said nonchalantly: "He is a little ugly, but at least he is much better looking than those people. I am quite pleasing to the eye. I will allow you to like me for once. When I get tired of you, you can take back your love. Do you understand?"
Yan Xi kept smiling: "Okay, young master, I understand." Thank you so much.
"Yes, this young master likes your gentleness and obedience very much." The male ghost looked satisfied.
Yan Xi rolled his eyes inwardly, but smiled flatteringly, "Master, would you mind letting me know your name? I want to remember the name of my beloved."
The male ghost looked at his sparkling eyes, his expectant look, and actually found it somewhat cute. So he smiled in a good mood and said, "Ji Bohan, my name is."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a pen from somewhere and started writing in front of him. The red font was very eye-catching.
"Ji Baihan." Yan Xi read it again, his eyes shining. "Wow, Master, your name is so nice. It's much nicer than mine."
His tone was full of admiration. Ji Bohan hummed softly and raised his eyebrows proudly. "Of course. By the way, how is my calligraphy?"
Yan Xi took another look and was stunned for a moment. He realized that the landscape painting on the wall outside the door was his work. He pretended to be surprised and said, "Young Master, that landscape painting on the wall was painted by you, right? And that poem "Inscribed on the Wall of Xilin Temple"? Young Master's writing is so vigorous and powerful, like flowing water and graceful like a swimming dragon. If it were auctioned, it would definitely sell for tens of millions!"
Hearing the first half of the sentence, Ji Baihan was delighted, but when he heard the second half, his face darkened. "How dare you sell my paintings?"
Yan Xi: “…” No, this is an assumption. Is your comprehension ability so poor?
But how could he say such words? If he got angry again, he might really freeze to death in this room.
"I dare not, I dare not. Young master's paintings are priceless treasures, rare to come by. I am busy collecting them myself, how can I possibly sell them? I'm not a fool." Yan Xi said it so sincerely that it seemed that all the facial features were exerting force, and he was almost ready to take action.
When Ji Bohan heard this, his blood-red eyes darkened for a moment, and he chuckled with great pleasure, "Since you like it, how about I give it to you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the painting suddenly appeared in Yan Xi's hands.
Yan Xi looked at the painting in his hand and was flattered.
Oh shit, are you really giving it to me?
"What? You don't like it again?" Ji Baihan frowned.
The male ghost in front of him was moody. Yan Xi was afraid of provoking him again, so she quickly hugged him like a baby. "No, no, I like it very much. I'm just too touched. The young master gave me such a valuable thing. I was so happy that I didn't know what to do. Woo woo woo..."
He pretended to cry with joy, and his beautiful eyes were instantly filled with tears.
Ji Bohan frowned at the crying. "Okay, stop crying. It's just a painting. If you want, I can draw more for you. What's there to cry about?"
"Really?" Yan Xi raised her head and looked at him.
His eyes were like those of a deer, clear and transparent, full of joy. He looked innocent and simple, like a child who had not yet experienced the world.
Ji Bohan was stunned for a moment, his eyes darkening as he looked at him with an ambiguous expression, "This young master never lies."
Upon hearing this, Yan Xi's eyes lit up for a moment, but dimmed again the next second. He said in a tangled tone, "Forget it. Painting takes time and energy. I don't want the young master to be so tired. One painting of his is enough for me."
Ji Bohan's cold heart warmed a little when he heard this. He licked his lips and looked at him with a strong smile, "Okay."
He thought that the person in front of him must love him terribly to have even thought of this.
Hmm... so this is what it's like to be liked by others?
Not bad, he currently likes this feeling.
After getting the answer he wanted, Yan Xi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, fortunately.
If he really painted so many paintings, how would he explain the origins of the paintings to others?
Seeing that they had wasted too much time, Yan Xi said weakly, "Master, can you stay away from me? I want to continue sleeping."
"Hmm?" Ji Bohan narrowed his eyes and his expression turned cold. "Why? Didn't you say you liked me? Why do you want me to stay away from you?"
Yan Xi hugged her pitiful self tightly and said tremblingly: "I, I'm cold."
Seeing this, Ji Bohan pursed his lips and said, "What if I don't agree?"
"Well, fine then. It's fine with me. Although I might freeze to death, I will die without regrets just because I can be next to the young master." Yan Xi looked at him with a smile, but his expression was very bad.
Ji Bohan looked at him, silent for a while, and moved away from him with a sour look on his face. "Forget it, you are still to my liking. I don't want you to die for the time being."
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