She opened her eyes and looked at the person on her body in the dim light of the instrument.
Maybe it was really because he had sucked away the yang energy, the sex maniac's complexion looked much better than before. At first glance, he looked almost like a living person. His complexion was better and he looked even more handsome.
He looked at Lan Shuang with a smile on his face, and gently pressed Lan Shuang's lips with his thumb, "You won't die."
Lan Shuang glared at him: "Look at my face, I'm almost as dead as a dead person, and I'm not going to die yet? Humans and ghosts are different. You kiss me every day to absorb my yang energy, don't you feel it?"
Hearing this, the pervert was stunned for a moment, "Really?"
He stared at Lan Shuang with his dark pupils for a long time, and his brows slowly furrowed.
"You..." The pervert wanted to say something, but he couldn't find the final word "you" for a long time.
Lan Shuang squinted her eyes and looked at him. Why did she feel something was strange?
The pervert's expression was sometimes confused, sometimes solemn, and sometimes innocent.
Various emotions flashed across his face. Lan Shuang raised her brows slightly, "Jiang Lusheng?"
"Hmm?" The pervert was startled for a moment, his eyes gradually clearing up, and he asked suspiciously, "How do you know my name?"
Lan Shuang: “…”
"You keep kissing me all day long even though I don't know my name, and you still say you're not a pervert?"
"I feel like I know you."
Jiang Lusheng leaned over Lan Shuang and spoke seriously.
Lan Shuang raised her hand and pushed his shoulder, "Get up first, let's talk."
Jiang Lusheng looked at her steadily, stood up and sat down beside the bed, but his eyes never left Lan Shuang for a moment, as if there was gold on Lan Shuang's face.
"Don't you recognize me?" Lan Shuang stood up slightly and leaned against the head of the bed.
"I... don't know." Jiang Lusheng looked confused. "I seem to know you. I felt strangely familiar the first time I saw you. You smell very nice, I like it very much."
It smells so good... Lan Shuang touched her forehead and asked, "Are you sure the fragrance is not from yang energy?"
"I called your name at first, why didn't you answer?" Lan Shuang was very confused about this.
"I……"
Jiang Lusheng was halfway through his words when his expression suddenly changed and his body suddenly disappeared into black mist.
Lan Shuang: “?”
After a long silence, she asked 888, "It's twelve o'clock now. Has Cinderella returned home?"
888: "…Maybe."
After waiting for a long time without seeing Jiang Lusheng come back, Lan Shuang lay back on the bed depressed and sorted out the messages she had received during this period.
Jiang Lusheng didn't know who he was, but he felt very familiar with himself. It seemed like he had lost his memory, but also like he didn't.
Also, how did he become a ghost? He didn't seem quite conscious. Did he just die?
"Tsk." Lan Shuang pulled up the quilt to cover herself and sighed, "What a troublesome world."
888 suddenly clapped his hands and provided Lan Shuang with a new idea: "Host, could it be that he was very weak at first, but after absorbing your yang energy, he became stronger and stronger, so he was able to appear, talk to you, and remember his name?"
"Hiss—" Lan Shuang opened her eyes in shock, "Don't say it, please don't say it."
This explanation makes perfect sense.
But… Lan Shuang touched her face hesitantly, muttering, “I’m like this after letting him suck for three days. If he sucks for a few more days, won’t I turn into a dried-up human? They say dying beneath peony flowers is as romantic as becoming a ghost, but who wants to be a ghost when they can be human?”
888: "Let him smoke less each time, sustainable development?"
Lan Shuang: "...You understand sustainable development."
"No, absorbing Yang Qi is not a long-term solution. I have to think of other ways. Jiang Lusheng died inexplicably in this life. If I can find the reason, maybe I can bring him back to life."
Lan Shuang's eyes flashed slightly, and she decided to catch the person first.
…
In the next few days, Jiang Lusheng did not show up as usual, and Lan Shuang was finally no longer woken up by harassment in the middle of the night.
After a few days of good rest, her energy and spirit had returned significantly. The nurse said with relief, "Have you slept well these past few days? Your wounds are healing well, too. Do you still have a headache?"
Lan Shuang nodded: "It hurts occasionally, but it will be much better after a good night's sleep."
"This is a normal reaction. Relax. You still need to be more careful in your daily life. Don't make big movements and don't get up too suddenly."
"Thank you, I will pay attention." Lan Shuang smiled and watched the nurse leave. As a result, as soon as she left, a group of people came in.
"Xiao Shuang!" An old lady with silver hair but vigorous spirit was helped in by Huo Zhen, who was leaning on a cane.
Although the old lady's face showed traces of time, these traces made her look more majestic and wise.
As soon as she saw Lan Shuang, she frowned and said distressedly, "Poor child, how could you be so badly injured?"
Lan Shuang tried to sit up, but the old lady said quickly, "Don't move, don't move. The doctor said you have a moderate concussion and you can't move around."
As she spoke, she glared at Huo Zhen beside her and said, "Are you a piece of wood? Hurry up and help Xiao Shuang."
Huo Zhen: “…”
He swallowed his anger and let go of her hand, then reluctantly moved forward. As soon as he stretched out his hand, Lan Shuang slid directly into the quilt and moved to the side with a strong will.
Huo Zhen: "...What do you mean?"
Lan Shuang smiled and said, "It's nothing serious. I can do it myself. I won't bother Mr. Huo."
She looked at the old lady and said softly, "It's so hot, why are you here, old lady?"
"You kid." The old lady gave her a reproachful look, sat down on the chair, rubbed the cane in her hand and said, "How could I not come to see you after such a serious car accident?"
The old lady's gaze swept from the gauze on Lan Shuang's head to her arm in plaster. Her injured leg was hidden under the quilt and could not be seen, but she could guess it. She sighed again, her tone becoming more pitiful. "I should have come earlier, but this rascal kept it a secret from me. I only found out yesterday when he accidentally let it slip."
She glared at Huo Zhen again, "How can you be a fiancé? Your fiancée is so badly injured, and you don't even come to take care of her. You even hid it from me. Do you want to piss me off to death?"
"Grandma, I didn't mean that."
Huo Zhen defended himself, "You're not in good health, and I was afraid you'd get anxious and angry and get sick after you knew about it."
Old Madam Huo has a heart disease and is usually kept in a luxurious manner. No one dares to make her angry.
Lan Shuang looked at Huo Zhen's forbearing expression, pursed her lips, and felt happy.
You have come to this day too?
"Old Madam, don't blame Mr. Huo. He's not a doctor and can't help much here. Mr. Huo is so busy, and he has so many things to do every day. There's no need for him to waste his time here with me." Lan Shuang's tone was calm, but the old madam's face changed. "Xiao Shuang, did you have a fight with that jerk?"
"No, I just figured it out, Madam. I want to cancel my engagement with Huo Zhen."
"What?" The old lady was shocked. "Why are you breaking off the engagement if we didn't have a fight?"
She tapped the ground with her cane, "Huo Zhen! Did you bully Xiao Shuang?"
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