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Chapter 125: Dispel the Evil Spirit (23)

Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Dispel the Evil Spirit (23)

Mother Yao used her connections to thoroughly investigate Yao Wei’s classmates.

Some of them were doing well, some poorly, and some, like Yao Wei, were second-generation wealthy, leading lives of luxury and debauchery.

Xia Han also got a copy.

He didn’t know where it came from, but when he woke up, it was already on the table.

After looking through the information, Xia Han was somewhat suspicious, “Little Beauty, do you think there’s really a ghost in Yao Wei’s villa?”

“There is,” Chuzheng affirmed with certainty.

“Are you so sure?” Xia Han went over with the documents and sat down next to Chuzheng, “Little Beauty, do you know something?”

“I’m guessing.” It couldn’t possibly be that she became pregnant with a ghost child out of thin air, right? That would be impressive!

“…” Xia Han flipped through the documents, “All of these people are still alive…”

As Xia Han’s gaze inadvertently brushed over Chuzheng’s lips, his voice dropped a few degrees; the rosy lips parted slightly, and the pale fingers kept pinching the documents.

Xia Han put down the documents, “Little Beauty, I want a kiss.”

“Hmm?”

The young man’s beautiful eyes were filled with earnestness.

His eyelashes caught the glow of the morning light, casting attractive shadows on his fair skin, lips slightly parted, the tip of his tongue peeking out, tempting with its luster.

The young man looked as if he had stepped out of a comic, every subtle movement accompanied by a halo effect.

Chuzheng leaned against the couch, her gaze lingering on his lips for several seconds, before nodding.

Xia Han had been nervous about asking this question.

He even anticipated Chuzheng coldly rejecting him.

He didn’t expect happiness to come so quickly.

The corners of the young man’s lips curved, and he leaned in for the kiss.

A chill instantly spread throughout his body.

The dragon patterns on the young man’s sleeves reflected golden light; as he raised his hand, the overly large sleeves fell, revealing his pale wrists.

He meant to wrap his arms around Chuzheng’s neck, but she stopped him, so he settled for resting his hand on her shoulder instead.

The young man pried open her lips, hooked her tongue with his own and gently suckled and nibbled.

“That’s enough,” Chuzheng pushed him away.

The young man’s body shook slightly, but he was somewhat unsatisfied; it was too short.

Chuzheng raised her hand, and a blanket from the opposite couch flew over. She wrapped him up in it.

With his cheeks puffed, eyelashes trembling, he mumbled, “Little Beauty, I still want…”

“Are you seeking death?”

“There’s a saying, ‘To die under a peony, even as a ghost, is a romantic way to go,’” the young man’s voice was crisp.

“I am not a peony.”

“It’s just a metaphor, Little Beauty. You are much more beautiful than a peony…” Xia Han was proud; his Little Beauty could not be compared to a peony.

Chuzheng wrapped him up nicely, carried him horizontally, and went upstairs.

She turned up the temperature in the bedroom, laid him on the bed, and half-pressed against him through the blanket.

The room gradually warmed up.

Xia Han started to feel warm.

He looked up at Chuzheng with wide eyes, “Little Beauty…”

Chuzheng leaned down and gave his lips a light peck. He was slightly taken aback, and before he could react, she had already moved away, only to return a few seconds later for another kiss.

“Cold?” Chuzheng asked him.

“Not really…” Xia Han murmured.

She hadn’t kissed him for long; the chill hadn’t had time to spread before they parted, and the warmth of the room seemed to chase away any coldness.

Chuzheng accurately controlled the time, making sure Xia Han didn’t feel cold.

Buzz buzz buzz…

Xia Han’s phone vibrated.

Chuzheng stopped and looked into Xia Han’s eyes for a few seconds, then turned and sat on the edge of the bed.

Being interrupted made Xia Han quite unhappy; he struggled out of the blanket and answered the call.

The call was from Yao Wei, and Xia Han responded a few times.

After hanging up, he tugged on Chuzheng’s sleeve, “Continue?”

Chuzheng pinched his chin and kissed him, “Next time.”

Xia Han was disappointed, “If only there was a way to not feel cold…” Then he could kiss however he wanted.

Chuzheng seemed lost in thought for a long while before she said, “Maybe there is.”

Physical pleasure can also affect mood.

Chuzheng was in a good mood at the moment, although… it didn’t show.

At first, she agreed to Xia Han because of the Ghost Pact, and when Xia Han made his request quite seriously, she unwittingly nodded in agreement.

But afterward…

Chuzheng wanted to do it herself.

It was as if she was losing control.

Chuzheng didn’t understand it and threw the question to King’s Account.

[Little sister, you like him, that’s all,] King’s Account replied with a chuckle.

“Like him?”

Emotions are complicated and hard to grasp.

Joy, annoyance, pain, anger, sadness… liking someone.

These things can influence oneself and even the development and outcome of the whole situation.

[Otherwise why would you want to kiss him? You only want to do that with someone you like~]

“Isn’t liking supposed to be a sweet feeling?” Chuzheng asked while tapping on the phone, “Why don’t I have that feeling?”

This was nothing like what Baidu said.

The damn thing is trying to trick me again!

[…Miss, please don’t just search randomly. When it comes to liking someone, nobody can give you a standard answer.]

[Anyway, when you treat one person specially, giving them what others don’t get, that’s mostly likely because you like them.]

Treatments others don’t get…

Chuzheng spoke with a serious face, “That could also be out of guilt, responsibility, pity…”

[…] King’s Account fell silent for a moment, then roared, [Stop! Miss, do you think you would want to kiss someone because of guilt!!!]

Chuzheng pondered.

Suddenly, Chuzheng asked, “Bastard isn’t stopping me? Is it okay that I like the Good Person Card?”

[It’s fine. Your physical and mental health and happiness are also within my… considerations.]

“You guys are this humanized?”

[Of course.] King’s Account was quite proud.

[Miss, now that you’ve discovered you like Xia Han, what are you thinking?]

Chuzheng answered earnestly, “Lock it up for now.”

[…?????]

It had anticipated all sorts of messy scenarios.

For example, the clueless miss suddenly realizing she could like someone else and would definitely panic.

Or, the miss would vehemently deny it, steadfastly refusing to admit it, maintaining her aloof goddess image.

It even considered the possibility that the miss, shocked, would eliminate the person.

But she didn’t!

She didn’t!

She didn’t at all!

There was no panic whatsoever, she accepted that she liked someone without any obstruction, and came up with an idea that was not at all anticipated, quite bold, and strange—lock it up.

Isn’t this the standard pattern for turning dark?

It knew that miss’s acceptance ability was always strong…

But could she really accept this matter so calmly?

Is the miss a devil?

[Miss, wait a minute, why would you want to lock it up?]

“Since I like him, I should get him. What’s the problem?” Chuzheng nodded, affirming the idea to herself.

[…] It really shouldn’t judge the treasure-like miss who could produce different sparks at any moment with its own shallow vision.

King’s Account realized its mistake profoundly.

And felt immense sympathy for Xia Han.

Before it turned dark, it was already targeted by the miss, who seemed normal but had very dark thoughts.

It shouldn’t have discussed the matter of liking someone with the miss.

If it hadn’t spelled it out, the miss would definitely have pondered over it for a good while on her own.

It was guilty.