Chapter 14: Urban Supernatural Fiction (Red and White Comedy) 14: Bad Dog…
The sudden pulling force on her wrist caused Song Qingqing to lose her balance and fall directly onto Shen Zhe.
However, before Song Qingqing could react, she was thrown over and fell into the soft quilt.
Shen Zhe was a person who loved cleanliness. The dark blue sheets and bed sheets had a light scent of laundry detergent, so much so that Song Qingqing felt for a moment as if she was enveloped and trapped by his scent.
His strong hands were placed on the girl's head.
Song Qingqing was able to catch a glimpse of Shen Zhe's thin wrist out of the corner of her eye, and also saw the tattoo on the inside of his wrist.
Shen Zhe usually wears a watch, which just happens to block this pattern. Song Qingqing could only vaguely make out a string of characters, but couldn't figure out what this pattern represented for a moment.
Looking down from his high vantage point, Shen Zhe could clearly see Song Qingqing's movement of turning her head to look at her wrist, just like a cautious small herbivore stepping into the territory of a large carnivore, carefully observing the potential dangers around her.
He looked for a while, and seeing that Song Qingqing had no intention of answering his question, Shen Zhe suddenly stretched out his left hand, and his hot fingers touched the side of Song Qingqing's neck, scaring her and making her tremble, and look at him anxiously.
Shen Zhe's fingers moved so quickly that Song Qingqing barely had time to react before he had already untied the red string holding the jade ring around her neck, then took the ring between his thumb and index finger and took it away.
The jade ring still retained the warmth of Song Qingqing's body, so it was not completely cold to the touch. Shen Zhe squinted his eyes slightly and observed the jade ring.
It was covered with strands of not very obvious red blood lines, exuding a cold and ominous aura. Shen Zhe was in a sick state, so he was even more sensitive to this damp and cold aura.
This is not something for a living person to wear. Shen Zhe could tell that almost at a glance.
The ring size he just saw was correct. This ring could only fit on his middle finger, so it was obviously not for women.
But what is the meaning of giving a ring? Especially when it is given by a man to a woman, it is self-evident.
Especially when he saw Song Qingqing's ears turning red little by little, Shen Zhe's eyes became dim.
Seeing Shen Zhe repeatedly examining the jade ring given to her by Wen Yuxi with an expressionless face, Song Qingqing subconsciously recalled the scene of that night.
The ghost bride with gorgeous and decadent eyes lowered her head, took her fingertips into her mouth, licked them with her cold tongue, and flexibly pushed the jade ring under the root of her tongue to the base of her ring finger.
Even now, Song Qingqing still remembers the feeling of the cold tongue brushing across her fingertips. It was a kind of indescribable itch that almost made her bite her lips and even curl up her toes.
The more carefully Shen Zhe observed, the more worried Song Qingqing became that Shen Zhe would discover Wen Yuxi's existence.
Because the plot implicitly mentions that after the investigation of the case is completed, the evil spirits will be sent to the administration's research institute for magnetic field experiments.
In her opinion, Wen Yuxi should neither be forced to reincarnate and have his soul scattered, nor be sent to a research institute. Instead, he should get rid of his obsession and resentment, enter reincarnation and start a new life.
Carrying hatred and wandering in this world as a ghost does not conform to the rules of this world.
Just like what the young Taoist priest Lin Hanchuan often said in the plot, humans and ghosts have different paths, and reincarnation is the cycle of cause and effect.
Before Shen Zhe could speak, Song Qingqing looked up at him and said softly, "It was given to me by a good friend of mine."
"good friend?"
Shen Zhe repeated the word without any expression on his face.
"Um."
Song Qingqing responded.
When Shen Zhe lowered his eyes, he saw Song Qingqing looking at him with a very sincere expression, but her light brown eyes were filled with tension.
She thought he hadn't noticed the observation in her eyes at all, and had been carefully observing the changes in his expression.
Shen Zhe suddenly found it a little funny.
He did smile, and perhaps because of his illness, all his aggressiveness had disappeared, making the smile very deceptive.
Shen Zhe was like a brother who was usually cold and serious but rarely mature and considerate. He asked the girl in front of him about the progress of her love life.
"Boyfriend?"
There was a hint of temptation and darkness that even Shen Zhe himself had not noticed.
Song Qingqing: "Ah?"
"No."
She shook her head in confusion, finding it difficult to understand Shen Zhe's question.
How is that possible? This ring was given to her by Wen Yuxi.
Shen Zhe calmly observed Song Qingqing's reaction to his question for a long time. There was no tension or uneasiness on her face or in her eyes that should be seen when lying. To be precise, she was even a little confused.
In other words, she may not even be clear about who gave her the ring, or whether this supernatural being is a man or a woman.
Shen Zhe suddenly smiled.
He had originally planned to tell Song Qingqing directly, but now it seems that there is no need.
Since you dare to approach her with such an identity, you must be prepared to keep pretending.
This is deceptive in itself, and will give her an inherent first impression from the very beginning, and the first impression is difficult to break and reshape.
"This thing isn't normal, let me put it here first."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Zhe put away the jade ring very naturally, and Song Qingqing didn't even react.
When Song Qingqing was about to say something, the tall Shen Zhe suddenly seemed to lose his strength and fell on her.
"I feel dizzy."
Shen Zhe's hot breath lingered beside Song Qingqing's earlobe. His voice was very low and hoarse, like the grains of sand caressing the palm of a hand on the midnight coast, with a distinct sense of graininess.
It makes one's scalp tingle slightly.
Song Qingqing could tell that Shen Zhe seemed to be in real pain, but she also felt uncomfortable being suppressed by him.
Especially Shen Zhe's body was so hot, it was too hot to be close to her, and the air conditioning temperature in the room was not very low.
Song Qingqing raised her hand with difficulty and pushed him: "Shen Zhe, you are so hot."
"You need to take medicine to reduce the fever."
She suddenly felt that sick Shen Zhe looked very strange, but much better than his previous cold and ferocious appearance.
Shen Zhe, who was holding someone down, laughed muffledly. The laughter was muffled in his chest and vibrated slightly, and Song Qingqing could feel it clearly, which made it even stranger.
"Will you go back after I take the medicine?"
Shen Zhe finally sat up, pulled the person up as well, looked at her, and asked in a low voice.
Song Qingqing stared at Shen Zhe seriously, who looked like a quiet wolf.
Shen Zhe was very handsome, with his black hair still a little wet, and his sharp facial features softened. His usually fierce eyes were fixed on the girl in front of him, which was very deceptive. At least Song Qingqing was successfully fooled.
Song Qingqing pursed her lips and whispered, "I won't go back. I'm afraid you'll catch a fever and die here in the middle of the night and no one will care for you."
Shen Zhe: “…”
He clicked his tongue.
This guy is really good at talking, but his expression is soft and serious, and you can tell that he really cares about people.
Shen Zhe snorted coldly.
"I'll call 120. I'm not paralyzed."
Song Qingqing sat on a small stool beside the bed and carefully peeled the medicine out of the aluminum foil. After hearing this, she shook her head and said, "You won't go to the hospital. You'll just endure it."
After peeling the medicine and placing it in the palm of her hand with a tissue, Song Qingqing held a cup of warm water in her other hand and handed it to Shen Zhe.
"The blue pills are for tonsillitis, and the white ones are for fever. Take them."
Her waist-length hair was a little messy because of Shen Zhe's recent mess, and it was draped over her shoulders. Because Shen Zhe stood up, Song Qingqing was sitting on a stool and looking up at him. Her eyes were clean and gentle, and she looked very soft-hearted.
Those pure black eyes reflected her own image, as if she could only see him.
Shen Zhe was confused by his own thoughts. After taking the pill, he took Song Qingqing's hand and swallowed the pill in one gulp with the water in the cup. When the pill accidentally touched the tip of his tongue, it gave off a sour and bitter taste, and he frowned.
After watching Shen Zhe finish the medicine, Song Qingqing felt a little at a loss. She didn't know what to do here.
Shen Zhe waited for the taste of the medicine in his mouth to dissipate before he suddenly remembered something: "How did you know my fever was caused by tonsillitis?"
"ah?"
Seeing that Song Qingqing was a little distracted, Shen Zhe squatted down and looked at her at eye level, and said lazily: "I say, how do you know my throat hurts?"
"Because when you swallow, you frown and look uncomfortable. Also, you ate something spicy last night and your voice is hoarse."
The girl in front of him seemed to be sitting very obediently, but she stretched out her white and soft fingers and carefully stroked Shen Zhe's Adam's apple. There was an indescribable feeling in this stroking action, but the eyes that looked at people were extremely serious, without any teasing intention, which made people feel more and more itchy in their hearts.
Shen Zhe was stunned.
He never knew his Adam's apple was so sensitive. When her soft fingertips touched it, he swallowed subconsciously. He didn't know if it was due to inflammation or something else, but he felt an inexplicable burning sensation in his throat.
The Adam's apple rolled, and the feeling of my fingertips running through my skin was strange.
Before Song Qingqing could retract her hand, Shen Zhe grabbed it and pressed it against his throat, as if pressing on his vital point.
Shen Zhe raised his eyebrows and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Are you observing so carefully?"
The girl had a fair complexion, and because they were so close, Shen Zhe could even clearly see the small hairs on her face, like a peach that was about to ripen, and sweet peach juice would ooze out if you pinched it.
"Well, will it hurt?"
Song Qingqing nodded, otherwise how would she find medicine for him.
Feeling his Adam's apple sliding very slowly under his palm, Song Qingqing thought he was in pain, so he swallowed very slowly.
This dull pain was actually nothing to Shen Zhe, but when she asked him in a soft voice, she always felt as if her heart was being slowly grasped by a hand.
"It's okay. If you press it, it won't hurt. How about you bite it again? Using pain to stop pain is faster."
Shen Zhe suppressed the strangeness in his heart and said something casually in his usual amusing and relaxed manner, raising his chin and exposing his neck.
But he didn't expect that she took it seriously. She moved closer to his neck like a small animal, and her soft lips slightly pressed against his throat. Her snow-white teeth gently pressed against Shen Zhe's Adam's apple, but she didn't dare to use force for fear of really biting the skin.
After taking a cautious bite, he licked it soothingly with the tip of his tongue, like a vigilant rabbit sticking out its tongue to drink water.
Shen Zhe groaned in frustration at her unexpected lick, and his scalp felt numb.
"hiss......"
But she didn't realize anything yet and looked up at him curiously.
"Will this really work?"
She seemed to be unaware of how dangerous such an action was. Shen Zhe's eyes dimmed silently, and he coaxed her in a hoarse voice.
"Your bite is too light. Take a few more bites."
As he spoke, he raised his bony hand and put it behind the girl's head. His fingers passed through her smooth black hair and touched her warm scalp. He used light force but made it impossible for Song Qingqing to get close to his neck.
Because she was sitting on a small stool and her leaning posture was a little awkward, Shen Zhe simply supported her with his other hand and carried her directly to sit on his lap.
Song Qingqing was completely unaware of Shen Zhe's purpose. She thought this would really work, so she obediently put her arms around his neck and bit the side of his neck gently.
The force was not strong, but it made the blue veins on the back of Shen Zhe's hand and arm overlap, as if he was controlling the force of pressing on Song Qingqing. He tilted his head back slightly and let out a hoarse sigh from his throat.
His low voice was very subdued and restrained: "Get to the point."
His rough fingertips stroked the back of her snow-white neck, as if soothing the kitten.
Song Qingqing tried to bite it twice more and then gave up.
"Your teeth are sore and you can't chew anymore?"
"Um."
Shen Zhe laughed softly, "Let me see?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and pinched the girl's face. Her lips opened slightly, and her slender fingers disappeared and pressed against her snow-white teeth. Song Qingqing felt that this was a bit strange and subconsciously wanted to bite his fingers, but they were held back and could not be closed.
Shen Zhe's fingers left, but he did not forget to wipe his fingertips on her lips. He lowered his eyes, hiding the darkness in them.
He must have been really confused due to the fever, which is why he did such an unreasonable behavior.
There might be sleeping pills in the antipyretic, and sleepiness came over her belatedly. Shen Zhe grabbed Song Qingqing's wrist and took her directly to the bed. When he lowered his head to speak, his hot breath poured onto the back of her neck.
"I'm sleepy. I'll take a nap first and make dinner for you later."
Shen Zhe was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a loose collar today. When he lay down, the collar slid down, revealing his clearly defined collarbone.
Song Qingqing's head rested on Shen Zhe's chest, her right wrist still held by him. She thought she had pulled her hand away with a small movement, but failed. However, she didn't expect that he would really pat her warningly with his left hand that was originally on her waist like an older brother, as if he was teaching a child a lesson.
Song Qingqing's face turned red after being beaten, and the tips of her ears were red as if blood was dripping out. She raised her left hand and pressed it against Shen Zhe's chest, trying to push him away, but was pushed closer.
After teaching someone a lesson, Shen Zhe's voice was tinged with displeasure as he said, "Just sleep well and don't move around."
As he spoke, he raised his long, powerful legs to restrain her kicking legs.
Now Song Qingqing really couldn't move.
After this struggle, she was so tired that she was slightly out of breath and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.
Song Qingqing took a while to calm down again and whispered, "Shen Zhe, I feel uncomfortable when you hold my wrist."
Shen Zhe lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced at her right hand. On her slender white wrist was a light blue hairband with a small butterfly. His thumb stroked the small butterfly decoration twice, then loosened his hand and put it around her neck, letting Song Qingqing rest her head on his arm.
"Is this all right?"
Her ear was pressed against his arm, and when he exerted a little force, the tip of her ear could even feel the lines of the muscle.
But lying like this is better than before. The low temperature of the air conditioner in the room is just right compared to the scorching temperature when Shen Zhe had a fever.
Song Qingqing responded softly and didn't move.
Shen Zhe closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
The girl nestled in his arms quietly raised her eyes and looked at him who was sleeping.
Shen Zhe looked defenseless when he closed his eyes and fell asleep. His eyelashes were closed, and the sharp aura in his body disappeared completely. Usually, Shen Zhe was like a carnivore on guard against enemies entering his territory.
Song Qingqing slowly closed her eyes. She could vaguely sense that Shen Zhe wasn't as repulsive to her as before, and his limits on her were being lowered again and again...
She didn't know whether it was because she felt safe surrounded by Shen Zhe's aura, or because his sleepiness infected her, but Song Qingqing also felt a little sleepy, and gradually fell asleep with her consciousness blurred.
Then she dreamed again.
It was still the ancient town shrouded in thick white fog, and it was still the festively decorated room, with the light dim and hazy behind the red curtains.
Song Qingqing clearly felt that she was nestled in the arms of a "person", but it was not Shen Zhe.
Because this embrace is not warm, but a strange yet familiar coldness.
She froze completely.
His cold breath lingered on the back of her neck, and his lips did not kiss the familiar red rope.
The pale fingertips rose and slowly stopped at the side of the girl's neck.
The cold temperature approached her, and it asked questions patiently and gently behind her, neither hurried nor slow, but one question followed another, leaving no room for relaxation, making her scalp tingle.
"Qingqing, the ring is missing. Where did it go?"
"Was it taken away?"
"Who took it?"
The gentle and clear voice was tinged with a sinister chill, as if he wanted to kill the thief who took the ring.
Song Qingqing suddenly woke up and opened her eyes. She subconsciously raised her hand to push away the person who was hugging her, but when she realized it was the warm Shen Zhe, she slowly stopped. She breathed quickly and her eyes were full of anxiety.
The memory of the dream was very vague. She couldn't remember who questioned her in the dream. She only remembered that it kept asking her what she had lost.
The room was very quiet. All she could hear were her own breathing, Shen Zhe's even and calm breathing, and the sound of the air conditioner running slowly.
It seems to be raining outside, and the white noise of the falling rain makes people sleepy again.
This time she fell asleep without dreaming.
Rainy days are very suitable for sleeping. Song Qingqing slept even more soundly than Shen Zhe. It was probably because she had been tense in Xiangyun Ancient Town for some time, and this time she relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.
When Shen Zhe woke up, Song Qingqing was still asleep.
She was still lying on her side facing Shen Zhe, her long black hair spread out like a waterfall, her long and thick eyelashes drooped, and her fair cheeks were rosy, perhaps because she was asleep.
He looks quite well behaved when he is sleeping, but even when he is nestled in someone's arms, he still keeps his back arched and curled up.
Shen Zhe suddenly remembered the analysis of the psychologist in the bureau. Generally, people who fall asleep like this have no sense of security and are subconsciously alert to everything around them.
He looked at her for a long time, and finally gently supported her head with his other hand, then pulled his arm away, stood up and left the room.
The sound of rain gradually subsided. When Song Qingqing woke up, Shen Zhe was no longer in the room. No one knew where he had gone.
She slowly got up, and sat on the bed for a while, holding the quilt that was stained with the faint scent of Shen Zhe, staring at the dim sky outside the window in a daze, and then got out of bed.
She felt that she must have slept too long, and she felt a little dizzy and her temples hurt a little.
Song Qingqing walked out of the room and saw Shen Zhe's back in the kitchen.
Shen Zhe seemed to be cooking, and he was wearing an apron, which just highlighted his strong waist and broad back.
Shen Zhe, who was transferring scrambled eggs with tomatoes from the pan to a plate, stopped because a hand pulled the strap of his apron.
Song Qingqing leaned her head, which felt a little heavy, on Shen Zhe's back.
"You don't have a fever anymore?"
Shen Zhe put down the plate in his hand and turned around, bending down and lowering his head. He could clearly feel that his fever had subsided, but he still said, "I can't feel it, can you feel it?"
It's like a wolf turned into a dog and acted like a spoiled child...
Song Qingqing felt as if she could see Shen Zhe's tail behind her. She raised her hand as slowly as a snail and placed her soft palm on the other's forehead. It was about the same temperature as her body, so the fever should have subsided.
After dinner, Shen Zhe said he would take her home and then went to the bureau.
After Song Qingqing swallowed the food, she slowly said, "No thanks."
Because she seemed to already know who was the person who followed her quietly out of the ancient town. It was not the lonely ghost on the road, nor the water ghost boy in the stream, but Wen Yuxi.
Moreover, the vague perception and the confusing dream she just had told her that Wen Yuxi might... not be the so-called heroine.
Although she is slow, she is extremely sensitive to some things.
As she was almost reaching the bottom of the apartment building, Song Qingqing looked up and saw Wen Yuxi standing not far away. She stopped where she was and didn't dare to move forward.
It was indeed him.
To be honest, Song Qingqing wanted to turn around and leave, but she didn't dare. She was afraid that Wen Yuxi would go crazy and strangle her to death.
Sunk costs are really harmful...
She had finally managed to prevent her friends from dying in Xiangyun Ancient Town, and she didn't want the mission to fail early.
The dim light from the street lamp shone on the young man in white. His red lips and white teeth, even his outlines were softened by the hazy light, and he looked as if he was not dangerous at all.
Song Qingqing felt disheartened, especially after seeing the ghostly shadow flashing from time to time by the window of the apartment building behind Wen Yuxi.
She finally understood that even if she had not been deceived by the evil spirit and ghost energy on Wen Yuxi in the original plot, she would probably have been targeted by the evil spirits in this apartment building.
With Wen Yuxi around, those things didn't dare to get close to her and cause trouble.
Wen Yuxi smiled at the pale-faced girl with curved eyebrows.
"Qingqing, let's go home."
No, she didn't want to go home at all.
Song Qingqing admitted that she was afraid of ghosts. Even if she had to complete the mission and save her friends, she was still afraid of ghosts.
Song Qingqing hesitated to speak.
She really wanted to ask Wen Yuxi why he lied to her, since he was obviously not a ghost bride at all.
Song Qingqing suddenly felt a heaviness on her shoulder. She subconsciously turned her head and saw a disfigured head. It might be the head of a woman who died in a car accident. She was smiling at her with pale, bloody teeth, mumbling something about delicious.
Seeing that the blood was about to drip onto her, Song Qingqing's face turned pale instantly.
This ghost's smile is much more terrifying than Wen Yuxi's harmless smile. Both sides are evil ghosts, so there is no doubt which ghost is safer.
Without a second thought, she ran forward and dived directly into Wen Yuxi's icy embrace. She could barely speak complete sentences, and her voice was trembling with tears.
"I... am afraid of the cold."
She's not afraid of ghosts, but of the cold. She says one thing and means another, and is clearly afraid of him.
But it turned out that this move was very useful for both Shen Zhe and Wen Yuxi, and the freezing and terrifying ghost energy all over their bodies was instantly dissipated.
Hugging the warm body, Wen Yuxi was very satisfied. He raised his head, opened his eyelids and glanced indifferently at the evil spirits that were eager to try not far away. The danger and warning in his eyes were self-evident.
Even if those ghosts were unwilling, they could only fear his existence and then give up.
A pale, bony hand gently stroked the girl's slender back, patiently soothing her emotions.
But this ghost felt even more aggrieved than she did. Wen Yuxi buried himself in the girl's warm neck and asked her softly, "Qingqing, don't you want to go home with me?"
His tone was aggrieved, like an abandoned stray dog, and he looked at the girl pitifully with his innocent eyes.
Obviously, Wen Yuxi also knew that the soft-hearted Song Qingqing was most susceptible to his tricks, whether in Xiangyun Ancient Town or in the back mountain of Wen Village.
Song Qingqing looked at Wen Yuxi, whose eyebrows and eyes were drooping, pursed her lips, carefully reached out and touched his head, and replied softly: "No."
Thinking of his behavior last night, Song Qingqing hooked her fingers around his cold, slender fingers and added softly, "If you don't scare me, I'll go home with you, okay?"
Wen Yuxi only caught one key word in his mind: go home with him.
The ghost with a handsome face looked at Song Qingqing deeply. The look was ambiguous and his dark pupils were bottomless. Then he smiled with curved eyebrows.
"OK."
But the next second, the smiling boy asked a question that made people's backs chill. There was a clear inquiry in his eyes, as if he had not discovered anything, but was purely curious.
"But Qingqing, the ring is gone. Did you lose it accidentally?"
When he said the word "accidentally", the tip of his tongue touched the space between his teeth, which actually gave off a sense of tenderness and entanglement.
Wen Yuxi raised his hand, and his cold palm gently grasped Song Qingqing's fragile neck. It was clean and she was not wearing anything.
Song Qingqing's already pale face suddenly turned even paler.
She subconsciously felt that she could not say that it was Shen Zhe who took it, because with Wen Yuxi's ability, it was possible that he could have killed Shen Zhe directly.
She pursed her lips and said nothing, then guessed belatedly that perhaps the jade ring was Wen Yuxi's burial object, so he was able to leave Xiangyun Ancient Town without relying on her and come out with her.
But in fact, the only ones who could trap Wen Yuxi were the ghosts in the Zhaozhuang Ancestral Hall, which he had already cleared out.
Song Qingqing responded softly.
It seemed as if he acquiesced to Wen Yuxi's statement that he accidentally lost it, but he did not lie directly.
However, the next second, Song Qingqing saw the young man in white slowly pull out a red rope from his sleeve. It was the jade ring that she had strung with the red rope herself.
Song Qingqing: “…”
Her ears were buzzing and her scalp was tingling.
Wen Yuxi smiled and said to her, "It's okay. I helped Qingqing pick it up. It was taken away by a very mean dog. Don't lose it again next time."
Where did she pick it up from? Song Qingqing knew that the ring was taken away by Shen Zhe, so she could only have gotten it back from Shen Zhe.
Wen Yuxi was calling Shen Zhe a dog.
The tall Wen Yuxi leaned forward and lowered his head, patiently wrapping the red rope around the girl's neck. The cold jade ring touched her warm skin, making her shiver. She could also feel the friction of the red rope slowly sliding across her neck.
It was as if Wen Yuxi's cold breath was wrapping around her and slowly tightening, not allowing her to break free.
"I've got it on."
Wen Yuxi's voice was very gentle, with a sense of calm before the storm, which made people feel cold from head to toe.
Song Qingqing turned around, stretched out her hand, put her arm around his waist, and said to him softly in a soft voice: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, brother..."
When she spoke, she deliberately used a tone of reflection and grievance, as if she really felt it was her fault, which made people feel heartbroken.
It was clearly Shen Zhe who took it, but she took the blame on herself.
She is very smart.
Wen Yuxi didn't say anything, but lowered his eyes to look at her, and it was unknown what he was thinking in his dark eyes.
After a long time, Wen Yuxi opened his thin lips and spoke to her softly.
"Qingqing, raise your head."
Song Qingqing, who was lying in his arms, raised her head obediently and looked at him nervously. There was mist in her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled uneasily, with tears like broken jade beads on them.
Wen Yuxi lowered his head, kissed the corners of her moist eyes with his cold lips, and licked away all the tears that were about to fall with his cold tongue.
Then he defended himself to Song Qingqing aggrievedly: "Qingqing, I didn't hurt anyone. Although I've been dead for so long and don't understand things, I also know that he is Qingqing's brother. I can't enter his house, so I can only wait until he leaves and take the ring back."
"But Qingqing, I don't like him. He's always mean to you, unlike me, who's only nice to you."
Wen Yuxi grabbed Song Qingqing's hand and poked it against his heart. He frowned slightly and looked very hurt. He very familiarly put on a vulnerable posture that he had practiced.
He shook his head slowly, "I don't like you saying sorry to me. Even if you kill me in the future, Qingqing, and want my soul to scatter and not enter reincarnation, I don't want you to apologize to me."
"If you want to kill me, then it must be my fault, not yours."
Song Qingqing's brain was stunned by his outrageous remarks, and she looked up at him.
Wen Yuxi laughed and said, "Qingqing, shall we go home?"
Song Qingqing was stunned as he held her hand, took her into the apartment building, took the elevator, and finally into the house. Only then did she react.
The little house seemed to have changed a lot, yet it also seemed to have remained the same.
The curtains on the balcony were drawn and put away, the books on the coffee table were stacked from large to small, there was not even a speck of garbage in the trash can, and the marble floor was mopped to a shine.
There was prepared food on the table in the restaurant, three dishes and one soup. The dishes were very appetizing and even a little hot.
Song Qingqing was stunned for a moment, walked over to take a look, then turned back to meet Wen Yuxi's well-behaved and praising smile.
"You did it?"
Wen Yuxi pursed his lips and smiled, looking completely harmless. "Well, I'm waiting for you to come back for dinner."
But she had already eaten her fill at Shen Zhe's, and a look of embarrassment appeared on Song Qingqing's face.
Wen Yuxi seemed to see what Song Qingqing was thinking, and said very considerately and sensibly: "Have you eaten yet? If you are full, don't force yourself, it's okay."
"It's just..." Wen Yuxi forced a smile, a weak yet strong smile, "Qingqing, would you like to taste what I've cooked?"
Facing such a face and such pitiful begging, Song Qingqing, who was easily soft-hearted, could not say no. She sat down, picked up the chopsticks, tasted two bites, and her eyes lit up slightly.
The taste is very good, even the soup is cooked just right.
Wen Yuxi casually asked, "Qingqing, how is it? Is it better than what your brother makes?"
Song Qingqing nodded seriously, "Delicious!"
However, the dishes made by Shen Zhe and him each have their own delicious taste. The one made by Shen Zhe has a stronger taste and is salty and fresh, while the one made by Wen Yuxi is much lighter.
After hearing this, the good-looking boy immediately squinted his eyes and smiled, hiding the pride and arrogance in his eyes.
But Song Qingqing stopped after taking two bites, and Wen Yuxi's gaze at her was almost impossible to ignore.
"Can't you eat?"
Wen Yuxi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.
"If I eat it, you can't eat it."
How can a living person eat something that has been eaten by ghosts?
Song Qingqing didn't quite understand, "I can't eat anymore either, you can eat with me."
But he seems to be a ghost, can he eat these meals?
Wen Yuxi saw her hesitant expression and said with a smile, "If I want to eat it, there is a way."
The cold hand held Song Qingqing's hand and taught her to stick the chopsticks straight into the food, a bit like offering an offering.
Then Song Qingqing saw white smoke coming out of the food. Wen Yuxi opened his thin lips slightly, and the white smoke was slowly inhaled into his mouth. A satisfied expression appeared on his face, and there was a ghostly look on his face.
This scene was so strange and magical that Song Qingqing was stunned.
Wen Yuxi sat down again, holding his face and smiling at her gently, but the words he said were a bit creepy.
"That's why the older generation often teaches children not to stick their chopsticks in their rice. After all, who knows, a ghost might eat with them."
To be honest, it was still a bit strange to live with Wen Yuxi. After washing up, Song Qingqing lay on the bed, and Wen Yuxi, wearing a white shroud, sat beside her bed and looked at her.
The presence of the gaze was so strong that Song Qingqing could feel it even with her eyes closed. In addition, she had slept for so long at Shen Zhe's place in the afternoon that she couldn't fall asleep at all, so she quietly opened her eyes to see if Wen Yuxi was still in her room.
She happened to meet his dark eyes, which were fixed on her.
Song Qingqing simply gave up sleeping and reached out her hand from under the quilt to hold his cold fingers. She really couldn't understand it. She originally thought that Wen Yuxi was the heroine, but now it seems that the heroine is clearly someone else.
"Wen Yuxi, who are you..."
"How did he die?"
Wen Yuxi calmly continued the girl's words. He smiled at her, his eyes dim and unclear.
"Qingqing, do you really want to know?"
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