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Chapter 120: Dispel the Evil Spirit (18)

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: Dispel the Evil Spirit (18)

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Xia Han sat dejectedly on the bed, holding the key in his hand, his thoughts drifting far away.

Sigh.

What to do if Little Beauty doesn’t like him?

Just as Xia Han sighed for the 108th time, a sudden chill appeared beside him, followed by being pushed down; a cold body covered him, and the chill spread over his lips.

Xia Han’s eyes widened as he recognized the person kissing him, and he gave up struggling.

Little Beauty is kissing him!

Happy.

Xia Han went along with Chuzheng’s kiss, but gradually he felt his body couldn’t support him any longer—it was too cold…

He was nearly frozen stiff.

“Little Beauty… slow down…” Xia Han murmured.

Chuzheng let go of him, moved away from his body, and wrapped him up in a blanket.

“Very cold?”

“Not cold.” Xia Han shivered violently.

The cold presence flowed through his body, unable to warm up. This kind of contact was much colder than physical touch.

“Stubborn.” Chuzheng called his bluff, controlling the room’s thermostat to increase the temperature.

Wrapped in the blanket, Xia Han shivered as he got up: “Little Beauty, why did you suddenly kiss me?”

“Can’t I kiss?” You kissed me already; if I don’t kiss back, wouldn’t I be at a loss?

“Can.” Xia Han nodded: “You can kiss however you want.”

“Only Little Beauty can kiss.”

Xia Han didn’t forget to add that afterthought.

Chuzheng prepared hot water for him to soak in. Worried that something might really happen to his body and he wouldn’t be able to be kissed by Little Beauty, he obediently soaked for a while.

By the time Xia Han came out, Chuzheng was no longer in the room.

Xia Han looked around, his face full of disappointment.

However…

If a kiss can be like this, what about doing other things?

Xia Han considered whether he should die himself so he could cohabit with Little Beauty.

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The house Chuzheng bought was an independent villa, fully furnished, ready to move in.

Xia Han had no idea how much such a house would cost; poverty limited his imagination.

Anyway, his two million probably wasn’t even close to enough.

Can a ghost be so rich?

“This place is so big.” Xia Han followed Chuzheng along the villa’s pathway.

Chuzheng nodded, this place is quite valuable. If Bastard gives more time next time, she could buy a few more and change residences every week without repeating.

Xia Han tried to hold Chuzheng’s hand.

Chuzheng avoided it, and Xia Han stopped: “Can’t I hold it?”

Chuzheng squeezed her fingers slightly: “Cold.”

“It’s okay.” Xia Han took her hand, his young voice clear and firm: “I am not afraid.”

Chuzheng: “…”

I am afraid!

What if you die!!!

I don’t want to rewind and start over!

The touch was indeed not as cold, and Xia Han felt an inexplicable heartache: “Little Beauty, do you feel cold?”

Chuzheng’s response was cold: “Not cold.”

“Shall I hug you?” Xia Han said: “I’m very warm.”

Chuzheng pressed on his head: “I am a ghost; no matter how much you hug, it’s still cold.”

“But you can feel my warmth!” Xia Han exclaimed: “I can be your little heater, how about that?”

“Not so good.” The little heater wouldn’t last but a few minutes before it’s done.

“…”

“Little Beauty, look over there,” Xia Han suddenly tugged at her hand.

Chuzheng: “…” When can we go back, I want to lie down!

“Quick, look.”

Chuzheng looked toward where Xia Han was pointing, and there on the lawn, a woman sat—her body exuded a sinister chill so intense that even in the blazing sun, she seemed deeply unsettling.

“Strange, when I saw her last time, she wasn’t like this.”

The woman was the same one who stopped Xia Han at the party last time.

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“You see for yourself, I’m going back,” Chuzheng shook him off. She didn’t have the energy to watch other people here.

“Little Beauty, are you jealous?” Xia Han hurriedly followed.

“Jealous??” Chuzheng shook her head honestly: “I’m not.”

“Pfft… Little Beauty, I find you really cute sometimes.” Xia Han may have realized that Chuzheng was somewhat impatient with how long they had been out and wanted to go back, rather than being jealous of him looking at other women.

But why did he feel somewhat disappointed?

“Little brother.”

The woman had appeared at the edge of the lawn, calling Xia Han.

Xia Han looked at her, politely calling out, “Sister?”

The woman stepped out of the lawn, her tone gentle: “Meeting you here, do you live here too?”

Chuzheng pulled Xia Han back.

But to the woman, it looked like Xia Han was backing away by himself.

Xia Han looked at Chuzheng, puzzled, silently asking her what was wrong.

“Let’s go.”

Xia Han was a bit surprised, but still said to the woman, “Sister, I have something to do, I have to go.”

He quickly turned and left.

Not until the woman was out of sight did he ask Chuzheng, “Little Beauty, what’s wrong?”

“There’s an evil spirit inside her body,” Chuzheng said. “Stay away from her in the future.”

“Oh…” An evil spirit, huh? No wonder she had changed so much.

–

Chuzheng warned Xia Han to stay away from that woman, but unexpectedly, three days later, the woman came to their door.

The woman was named Yao Wei, and she lived just two villas away from them.

Yao Wei looked somewhat haggard, but because her makeup was thick, it wasn’t too noticeable.

Yao Wei was very elegant in speech and behavior; it was unclear how she had attracted an evil spirit.

“Just call me Xia Han,” Xia Han said as he poured tea for Yao Wei.

Yao Wei nodded and agreed.

She glanced around and casually asked, “Do you live here alone?”

“…Yeah.” But not really.

Yao Wei remembered something else and asked, “Where is your girlfriend?”

Xia Han had blurted out a lie before, trying to get rid of her. Who knew Yao Wei would suddenly ask this question?

Xia Han glanced in Chuzheng’s direction. She was sitting on the couch opposite him and showed no reaction to this sentence.

“She…” is sitting right beside you.

“Are you guys fighting?”

Xia Han didn’t speak, and he didn’t dare to look at Chuzheng. They weren’t exactly boyfriend and girlfriend yet, were they?

Because she hadn’t agreed yet.

“Girls, just coax them a little, and they’ll be fine. Put in a little more effort,” Yao Wei advised Xia Han. “Don’t always try to win an argument. Girls aren’t seeking the truth; how could they not understand those reasons? They just want you to coax them.”

Chuzheng stared at Yao Wei, or rather at the ghostly presence inside Yao Wei’s body.

There was an evil spirit in her belly; she was pregnant with a ghost child.

Xia Han said she wasn’t like this before, which meant this had happened recently.

Ghost pregnancies are different from human ones; some last for years, others for months.

Chuzheng didn’t care how the ghost child came to be, as long as it didn’t harm the Good Person Card, she would pretend not to see it.

Yep!

Didn’t see, didn’t see, didn’t see.

Yao Wei was just like a visitor, chatting with Xia Han for a while before she got up to leave.

Xia Han saw her out, closed the door, and then asked Chuzheng.

“Little Beauty, tell me, how did she attract a ghost?”

“I don’t know,” Chuzheng was already comfortably lying on the couch.

Xia Han: “…”

Was she urging him to get Yao Wei to leave quickly just so she could lie down by herself?

“Come here.” Chuzheng beckoned him with a wave.

Xia Han walked over and crouched down.

Chuzheng stretched out her claws towards his head and comfortably massaged it a few times.

Now this is what you call life!

With his hair all messed up, Xia Han wasn’t sure how to express what he was thinking deep down.

Why not give him a kiss?