However, I felt that these black eyes, and the expectant look in them, seemed familiar.
I always feel like I've seen it somewhere.
"Who?" His voice sounded a little hoarse due to illness.
He watched the little girl come in and closed the door behind him.
Her skin was incredibly white, and her hair was a pure silver color that had never been seen before. Her big black eyes contained a look that said, "You can't go back on your word." She had already skipped to the front of the candle and extinguished it.
"Okay." Just as darkness came, the soft voice sounded again, with a hint of seeking credit.
Fu Su: ...
He tightened his fingertips, licked the corner of his lip with the tip of his tongue, suppressed the emotions in his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Ghost?"
There was no response from the other end, as if he was thinking about how to answer this question.
Fu Su lowered his eyes, feeling a little strange about his current mood.
He thought he should be alert to the existence of such a strange thing, but it seemed that it was not what he expected.
He spoke again, negotiating with the little girl who suddenly appeared in front of him, "Light up the light again, and I'll give you some red bean paste cake."
Tempt a ghost with pastries.
This kind of behavior was something Fu Su had not expected.
Can you be tempted?
Unless it's a little glutton.
As Fu Su was thinking this, he heard a sigh from the other side.
"Why are you so troublesome?" The soft little voice was filled with dissatisfaction, and the emotion in it sounded as if it was even more irritable than his.
Then Fu Su heard the sound of something being rummaged through.
His whole body tensed up, always on guard against Chu Ci's approach.
The sound stopped and he moved his ears slightly, listening carefully to other sounds.
Then there was the sound of a match being struck.
A little light quickly filled the room and the candle was lit again.
The little girl with silver-white hair was standing in front of the candle, holding a burnt-out match in her hand. She probably had never done this before.
The little girl blew on the extinguished and slightly smoking match a few more times before throwing the matchstick aside and looking at him again.
"Okay, osmanthus cake, red bean paste cake."
Fu Su: ...
Is this really a little glutton?
The little girl looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and she did not look like an ordinary human being.
With his head tilted, he ignored Fu Su who was observing him and walked directly to the window with his legs clattering and closed it.
He kept muttering, "You're sick, but you still don't let anyone close the window for you before you go to bed. I've splashed water on you, but you don't change your clothes properly. Now you have a cold, right? You look so pitiful. I want to bite you, but I don't know if I should do it now... Oh, no, bite me."
Chu Ci blinked, turned her head to look at Fu Su, and curled the corners of her lips.
This...
Fu Su was a little confused because of his illness, but he could still understand the general meaning. He looked at Chu Ci in front of him and went over the meaning of this sentence in his mind twice.
Let’s ignore the others for now and just talk about the person who could have splashed water on him, except for that little ancestor outside, who else could it be?
And after saying this, he also remembered where he had seen the emotion in these eyes, wasn't it on the little fat fish outside.
Thinking of this, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said uncertainly, "Little Fatty Fish...?"
"You are fat, your whole family is fat." This name made the little girl opposite instantly angry.
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