So unrestrained? You went to bed together on your second date?
It truly lives up to its reputation as a brothel.
After thinking it over, Yuan Qingli felt there was nothing to run away from, and it seemed there was no way to escape anyway, so she sat down on the edge of the bed.
"As the first person in forty-nine years to be willing to play with me, I've decided that you can choose the game you want to play." The neighbor ghost was very generous.
"Okay, let's play table tennis." As the most popular sport in China, table tennis is a field where many talented players are hidden. Yuan Qingli herself is the school champion and has some skill.
I just don't know if there's any space available here?
The neighbor ghost calmly replied, "None of those. Rock-paper-scissors, dice, or pitch-pot. Choose one."
Yuan Qingli pondered, "Playing dice and throwing arrows in a pot, with the ghost's ability to float and pass through doors, it's bound to lose."
Only by playing rock-paper-scissors, a game that everyone from ninety-year-olds to three-year-olds knows, can one have a chance of winning.
"Let's play rock-paper-scissors then," Yuan Qingli said with a smile.
"Sure, but I have a rule: if you lose, you have to leave some betrothal gifts for the other party."
Hearing that Yuan Qingli had made a choice, the neighbor ghost's eyes lit up: "I don't want much, I just want your heart."
Looking at the other person's burning, cold, and undisguised gaze fixed on her chest, Yuan Qingli didn't perceive it as intense love.
Only someone with a body temperature of 20 degrees Celsius could utter such cold words.
When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head; when in Rome, do as the Romans do.
"Then, I want you to teach me how to sneak in through the crack in the door."
"Alright, best two out of three. You count to three, and we'll throw our punches together." Bloodshot veins were already appearing in the neighbor ghost's eyes.
Yuan Qingli felt that she was a huge piece of fat.
Pshaw, I'm not fat.
"One, two..."
My thoughts raced. According to scientific research, in the first round of rock-paper-scissors, 51% of people habitually choose fist, 32% prefer scissors, and paper is the least likely choice. Therefore…
"three."
Yuan Qingli was dumbfounded. She had played a piece, and her opponent had given her a blatant, ironic victory sign.
"It's okay, you have two more chances." The other party was quite friendly.
According to scientific research, the person who wins the first round of rock-paper-scissors will get used to it after winning the second round...
Thoughts surged, then froze, and shattered.
A cold wind seemed to blow inside the room, throwing Yuan Qingli into space and placing her below absolute zero.
She lost again.
"Screw your bullshit scientific research, you're all a bunch of so-called experts and professors." Yuan Qingli couldn't help but curse, and her clothes behind her were slightly damp.
If an expert were here, they would definitely cry foul, saying that this survey was conducted on humans, when did it ever say that it would be effective on ghosts?
"Your heart is mine now." The other person's fervent tone sent Yuan Qingli plummeting into an icy abyss once more.
She finally understood why the 13th floor had never been cleaned. She guessed that the whole floor was full of troublemakers.
"Do you want me to do it, or will you dig it out yourself?" The urgent words were like those of someone deeply in love.
"I'll do it myself." Sweat dampened her bangs, and Yuan Qingli looked slightly troubled. "But I don't have a knife."
Every second counts.
The bedside table was gently pulled open, and a pair of rusty, bloodstained scissors was handed over—exactly the same pair that he had seen in the mirror earlier.
"I'm not sure how to dig accurately; I need to look in a mirror." Yuan Qingli felt a little more at ease.
"Okay, then let's go to the restroom." The other person smiled maliciously.
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