Chapter 42: Dispute
He is decisive and ruthless in the workplace, but there is no woman around him.
Yang Mian was the first woman he had close contact with.
Yang Mian did not give up. She suddenly sat up straight and moved closer to Huo Yanshen. The ends of her hair gently brushed his cheek, bringing a faint fragrance.
"Is it difficult to blow dry my hair?" She blinked her big eyes, her voice soft, and the hot air she exhaled gently fell on Huo Yanshen's neck.
Huo Yanshen's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and his hand holding the hair dryer clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning slightly white. "No, it's not difficult." He tried to keep himself calm, but his voice still trembled slightly.
Seeing him like this, Yang Mian was secretly delighted, and deliberately tilted her head, letting her hair fall to one side, revealing her white neck.
Huo Yanshen's gaze was unconsciously drawn over and his breathing became rapid.
After realizing his gaffe, he quickly looked away and focused on the hair dryer in his hand, but his thoughts had already drifted away.
"Are you hot?" Yang Mian reached out and gently touched Huo Yanshen's forehead. The temperature of her fingertips made Huo Yanshen's body tense instantly.
"I see you're sweating." There was a hint of smile in her voice, and that smile was filled with a little pride after success.
Huo Yan took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "Blow it up almost immediately." He quickened his movements, wanting to quickly end this "torture" that made his heart beat faster.
However, Yang Mian seemed to be testing his willpower on purpose. She leaned back slightly, her hair flying wildly with her movements, with a few strands even entangled on Huo Yanshen's fingers.
"Oh, it seems to be tangled." Yang Mian pretended to be panicked and pulled Huo Yanshen's hand, trying to untie the tangled hair.
Their hands were intertwined, their skin touching, and the atmosphere in the room became more ambiguous.
Huo Yanshen looked at Yang Mian who was so close to him. Her bright eyes were sparkling with a lively light, and her rosy lips were slightly raised, as if silently telling of endless temptation.
Just when Huo Yanshen was about to give up his bottom line, the sound of the hair dryer stopped abruptly - his hair was finally dried.
Huo Yanshen breathed a sigh of relief, quickly let go of Yang Mian's hand and stood up. "Okay, you should go to bed early."
His voice was a little hoarse, and he didn't dare to look at Yang Mian again. He turned and walked quickly towards the bathroom, leaving Yang Mian on the bed. Looking at his slightly embarrassed back, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"Let's see how long you can hold on!"
While Huo Yanshen was taking a bath, Yang Mian started a conversation with the female ghost in the gourd. At this time, the female ghost had been refined by the flames and became extremely weak. This female ghost is really pitiful, but also hateful. Yang Ma’s daughter’s life was almost in danger, so she had to be given a small punishment to teach her a lesson.
"Master, you finally remembered me." The female ghost was filled with fear, fearing that her soul would be torn apart in the gourd.
"Don't worry. I never go back on my word. Just tell me your story first." Yang Mian was still lying on the bed with a calm expression.
"Okay." The ghost girl's voice was filled with endless sorrow as she slowly recounted her past. "I once had a husband who loved me deeply, and a lovely son. We lived a happy life. But I never expected that my best friend would covet my life. She went for plastic surgery and made herself look exactly like me. She imitated me in every move. Later, she cruelly killed me and completely replaced me." At this point, the ghost girl was overwhelmed with grief and burst into tears.
"Now that you have become a wronged spirit, why don't you go looking for revenge on her, but instead possess Yang Ma's daughter?" Yang Mian frowned and asked in confusion.
"I tried, but I couldn't get into their house. They had a Bagua formation set up in their house, and the woman was wearing a jade Buddha that had been blessed by a master. I wanted to take her life, but as soon as I got close, I would be injured by the Buddha's light. I really had no choice. In order to prevent myself from being torn apart, I could only find a suitable woman to possess." The female ghost's words were full of helplessness and unwillingness.
"Where does the woman who harmed you live now?" Yang Mian asked with a stern look.
"The Wang family in Beijing. My husband's name is Wang Guohao and my daughter's name is Wang Lingsong."
"Wang Lingsong is your daughter?" Yang Mian was shocked. This was too much of a coincidence. Wasn't she her classmate? It seems that her fellow disciples and sisters were indeed cursed by her, and even their families suffered as a result.
"Yes, do you know her?" The female ghost was sealed in a gourd and knew nothing about the outside world. Naturally, she didn't know that her daughter and the master in front of her were classmates.
"She and I are classmates." Yang Mian said truthfully.
When the female ghost heard this, she became emotional instantly: "Really? Is she doing well recently? I haven't seen my daughter for two years."
"She's fine. She won't die." Yang Mian has lifted the curse on his fellow disciples. As long as they don't cause trouble for themselves, their lives will not be in danger.
"Can I see her?"
"Okay, after I meet that woman, I'll arrange a time for you and your daughter to meet."
The female ghost was very grateful, "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master."
"Okay, I'm ready to rest."
"Okay, Master. I won't disturb your rest."
Yang Mian is a little tired today.
Huo Yanshen finished his shower and walked out of the bathroom covered in water vapor.
I saw Yang Mian was already fast asleep, lying on the bed defenselessly.
Her legs were stretched out freely, her white thighs were particularly eye-catching under the light, and the black color faintly visible under her clothes revealed a different kind of temptation.
Huo Yanshen's gaze was instantly attracted and fixed on her. After a moment, he slowly came back to his senses.
He tiptoed to the bedside, tucked the quilt around Yang Mian gently, and wrapped her body up carefully, as if he was guarding a rare treasure.
Then he turned and walked to the closet, took out a quilt, walked to the sofa, lay down, pulled the quilt over himself, and prepared to spend the night on the sofa.
The night grew darker, and the moonlight outside the window shone through the gaps in the curtains and fell on the two of them, as if covering them with a layer of silver gauze.
Huo Yan looked at Yang Mian deeply, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, revealing a faint smile.
He knew that on this seemingly ordinary night, something was quietly changing, and he was looking forward to a new story happening between him and Yang Mian when he woke up tomorrow.
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