“You two have such a good relationship.”
Just as Fu Sang was still stunned by Qi Changying’s actions, a voice drifted over from beside him.
Only then did he remember there was another living creature in the room.
He turned his head and saw that Yu Du had somehow flipped over at some point, and was now lying limply on his stomach as if he might breathe his last at any moment. But his eyes were wide open, staring curiously at their movements like a searchlight.
“You don’t want your eyes anymore?” Fu Sang threatened in a cold voice.
“…Hey, don’t be embarrassed, what’s wrong with being close with your pet, even though it’s a bit strange that your pet is humanoid…but I also often kiss my senior brother’s cat. But that cat doesn’t like me. It always scratches me with its claws and hisses at me, your pet is pretty obedient huh, it even takes the initiative to kiss you.”
“…”
It was hard to imagine that the person who understood him(Fu Sang) best was actually this annoying brat.
People like Huo Wei could never understand him, and would only think his brain had short-circuited and he was dating a ghost.
A pet was just a pet.
How could he not tell the difference?
His mood finally improved a little.
Retracting his gaze, Fu Sang formed a seal, putting Qi Changying back into the snake bone nail. He then stood up, went to the bedside and carried Yu Du on his back, giving orders as he did:
“Open the way back to the human realm.”
“Ah you’re exploiting me again, I’m about to die…”
“Hurry up, don’t die on me.”
“Waaahh!”
Yu Du hung his arms down, snapped his fingers three times, and barely managed to open a crack in the ground.
Fu Sang looked down at the outer world beneath the crack.
Chen Wuyue and Huo Wei were looking up at them from below.
Seeing the two, soaked and bloody, one carrying the other….Chen Wuyue was startled, and hurriedly reached out to receive them:
“What happened, what’s going on?”
“I am going to die…”
Fu Sang handed Yu Du down like a sack and Chen Wuyue caught him.
He wasn’t tall to begin with, and Chen Wuyue was exceptionally tall, which made him look even smaller. Lying in Chen Wuyue’s arms, he looked like a small hand scroll.
“Don’t say unlucky things!” Chen Wuyue frowned.
“It’s true…”
Yu Du seemed to have used up his last bit of strength, and in rhythm with his breathing, dark red blood gushed from his mouth in streams, making his speech unclear as well:
“Junior Sister… take care of yourself…I can’t accompany…on the road ahead…anymore…”
“…Hey… Hey! Yu Du!!” Chen Wuyue was stunned.
She watched as Yu Du slowly raised his hand toward her, but before he could touch her, his arm went limp and dropped down.
He also closed his eyes, tilted his head, and lost all consciousness.
“…” Chen Wuyue stood there, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.
She stared wide-eyed, holding Yu Du as she froze in place, until a moment later…
She heard Yu Du’s even breathing.
The grief she had just been brewing immediately ran off without a trace.
‘This brat was putting on an act again.’
“He won’t die, he’s eaten the insect molt.”
Fu Sang jumped down from the crack, steadied himself, raised his eyes to glance at the unconscious Yu Du, and kindly explained.
“Insect molt?” Chen Wuyue immediately extracted herself from the unnecessary grief.
“The skin a gu worm sheds the first time after taking shape. It looks like white jade and is also called a jade slough. It is used to detoxify.”
“Then what’s your situation??” Huo Wei came over, put an arm on his shoulder and looked him up and down.
‘What has this person experienced there?’
He was soaked all over, covered in both mud and blood, and then there was this…
“…What happened to your Ghost Blood Whip?!”
Huo Wei’s voice rose another octave.
Following her line of sight, Fu Sang glanced down.
The copper ring of the Ghost Blood Whip and the blood thread were one entity. The blood thread on his little finger had broken, so the copper ring on his little finger had also shattered, now only a small broken remnant remained, dangling and swaying below his finger.
“One broke.” Fu Sang omitted all the heart-stopping details in between, and said concisely.
“How could it break… The Ghost Blood Whip is something you refined with your blood, it counts as your natal weapon right? How do you feel, are you okay?”
A natal magic weapon getting damaged or crippled was no joke.
“I won’t die.” Fu Sang removed the Ghost Blood Whip and casually stuffed it into his pocket.
Too many complications had happened in the inner world, and one or two sentences couldn’t explain it clearly. In addition, he and Yu Du were in bad states, so the group decided to rest first and find a time later to compare information.
After the incident, Linzhu Cottage was completely cleared out, the police who had come to record and inspect the scene had also left, leaving only two on-duty police officers still accompanying the shop owner to keep watch here.
Today’s situation was special, and it was also late. Huo Wei and Fu Sang’s hotel was outside the Miao village, and running back and forth was troublesome and impractical, so they had no choice but to stay overnight at Linzhu Cottage first.
The owner arranged all their rooms on the second floor. Fu Sang went back to his room and took a shower. He was clean now, but his clothes were beyond washing, so they went straight into the trash can.
As a result, he had no clothes to wear. So Huo Wei stepped forward, patted her chest and told him she would solve this matter. Then, with a meaningful smile hanging on her face, went downstairs to find the shop owner, and before long, came back up smiling as she carried a set of clothes for Fu Sang.
Wearing a bathrobe, Fu Sang leaned against the door frame, and faced Huo Wei’s strange smile, lifted the clothes Huo Wei brought and shook them out.
His gaze lingered on them for a moment, then turned to her smiling face which clearly showed she was up to no good.
It was a set of Miao clothing.
Probably feeling guilty, before Fu Sang even said anything, just glanced at her, Huo Wei launched into an explanation:
“It’s inconvenient to go anywhere this late at night, and we’re at a crime scene, it’s not good to move around. I thought and looked a lot, and only saw a bunch of clothes hanging in that styling shop on the first floor… and this is even a new style, a high-end custom order they had just received and hadn’t even unsealed yet. I thought it was nice, and it just happens to be your size, so I directly asked the owner for her number, bought it and brought it to you! Anyway, it’s just this one set of clothes, I’ve already paid for it, wear it or not, if you don’t wear it then go naked!”
Of course, Huo Wei could never admit that she had simply seized the opportunity, carefully picking out the most exquisite and elaborate outfit she could find at the styling shop, something beautiful enough to wear straight to a comic convention for Fu Sang, all so she could indulge her little desire to dress up Miracle Sang Sang.
***Miracle Sang Sang is a play on the name of the Japanese dress-up game “Miracle Nikki.” Huo Wei swaps in “Sang Sang,” so it becomes “Miracle Sang Sang,” as if Fu Sang is her personal dress-up doll, the same way players dress up the character Nikki in the game.
“I haven’t said anything yet, what are you anxious for?” Fu Sang raised an eyebrow slightly, took the clothes from Huo Wei’s hands, and went into the room.
He just didn’t like deliberately dressing up and taking photos. The purpose of clothes was to cover the body. In the current situation, whether he was given a sack or a skirt, he would put it on.
Having succeeded, Huo Wei waited outside while leaning against the wall.
Before long, the door was pulled open again. Fu Sang’s hair had been washed and blow-dried. It was not deliberately styled, so it hung down naturally, the overly long strands almost covering his eyes and making him look even more melancholic.
It could only be said that Huo Wei’s careful selection was truly remarkable. The clothes on his body were in a black-blue-purple color scheme, with exquisite and complicated patterns, wide where it should be wide and tight where it should be tight, revealing his slender waist.
However…
“Why didn’t you wear the accessories?”
Where’s the sparkling necklace? Where are the half-finger gloves? Where are the tassels?! Where are the straps?!
Where’s the soul?!!!
Huo Wei could not accept it.
“?” Fu Sang raised an eyebrow, “I’ll wear them at four or five o’clock, go out for a spin and dance, and strive to wake up all the chickens to crow.”
“…” Huo Wei’s face fell.
“Oh? You’re all here, that’s perfect, we…”
Chen Wuyue came out of the room across from Fu Sang’s, probably having just finished dealing with Yu Du’s problem, only now getting free time.
She closed the door behind her with her backhand, and was just about to find a place to ask Fu Sang about what they had encountered in the inner world, but just as the door was about to close, a pale hand with distinct knuckles reached out from inside the room, pressed against the edge of the door panel and blocked it.
Then, the person withdrew the hand, and lightly knocked on the door from inside, as if to remind them.
Chen Wuyue was obviously taken aback for a moment, muttering “so fast” before hurriedly saying “sorry, one moment” to Fu Sang and Huo Wei across the way, and pushed the door open to go back in herself.
Huo Wei blinked: “Was that Yu Du just now? When did another person get here?”
Fu Sang was not surprised: “They have spatial tricks.”
Huo Wei suddenly understood: “Oh, right.”
They did not wait too long. Soon, Chen Wuyue appeared again, giving a self-deprecating explanation:
“Sorry, the parent came to pick up the child.”
“…Ah? Little fang is being picked up?” From her tone, Huo Wei actually seemed a little reluctant.
“Yes.”
“Catching him and taking him away should be just a matter of opening a door for you guys, so why wasn’t it done sooner?” Fu Sang raised an eyebrow and asked.
To be honest, the kid was really noisy and annoying.
Getting rid of him early would also save him from suffering those torments.
Chen Wuyue smiled helplessly:
“Uh… spatial ability is actually quite rare. Looking across the entire spirit path, only Yu Du and our senior brother have spatial abilities that can be used freely without restriction. And crossing directly from Chuanning to the Miao village is difficult, even Yu Du couldn’t do it at such a distance. Senior Brother could, but he’s been sick these past two days, so I didn’t tell him about this. Originally, people from the sect were already on the high-speed rail to pick him up, but…there was an unexpected situation. Senior brother still found out. He wasn’t at ease, and afraid of further mishaps on the road, he came personally.”
‘…No wonder this kid was so arrogant.’
Fu Sang suddenly felt everything made sense.
Because he really did have the capital to be arrogant. Just sneaking out once had people picking him up by high-speed rail and even disturbed a patient, it was enough to show just what kind of crown prince life he lived in the sect.
“Wow, the group’s darling, what a big fuss.” Huo Wei seemed to know what he was thinking, summarizing it for him before adding:
“But don’t blame me for being nosy, but I think, kids can’t be too spoiled or too protected, they need to come out and experience more things, otherwise they’ll get beaten up when they enter society! Look at what happened this time with Fu Sang, this lunatic. He wanted to kill someone at the slightest disagreement. Who are you supposed to reason with in a situation like that…”
“His… his situation is rather special.” When talking about this, Chen Wuyue’s expression was a bit complicated.
She hesitated for a moment, but still said it, “He won’t live past eighteen, so the elders love to spoil and dote on him. Except for not allowing him to leave the sect, they let him do whatever he wants. But his ability is special, and others can’t keep an eye on him. Usually it’s Senior Brother who disciplines him. This time he took advantage of Senior Brother’s sickness to sneak out.”
“Sigh… this child is used to running wild at home, and doesn’t know any better outside. I’m really sorry for causing you trouble.”
“?” Fu Sang raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised.
So the matter became a bit more reasonable again.
Won’t live past eighteen… No wonder the kid was spoiled like this.
“Ah? How could it be like this?” Huo Wei was too empathetic. Upon hearing this bad news, she immediately became worried:
“He looks healthy and energetic to me.”
“That’s the situation with our spirit path, there’s nothing we can do about it,” Chen Wuyue sighed:
“The abilities of a spirit path spirit master are not a gift from heaven, they need to be compensated with other things, most likely by consuming lifespan and health. People with many and miscellaneous abilities who know a bit of everything but are not proficient in any, like me, actually fare better. But people with exceptionally powerful abilities, like my senior brother, are sick every few days. Yu Du is also a famous prodigy in the spirit path. Although he looks completely normal now, he won’t live past eighteen. This is fate. The elders feel sorry for him, that’s why they protect him like a treasure.”
Bu Wangzhou was not a particularly big sect, it didn’t have many members.
No wonder Chen Wuyue’s forum ID was “AAA Pillar Sister Yue”.
Fu Sang’s mind wandered.
The eldest is a sickly one, the second is a brat, so the third naturally has to shoulder the heavy responsibility of being the pillar.
After finishing the irrelevant topics, Chen Wuyue brought Fu Sang and Huo Wei into her room.
Fu Sang briefly told them what had happened in the Inner World, including but not limited to: the gu demon’s agonized screams, the female ghost’s bizarre rise in rank, the suspicious doll, and finally the detoxifying molt that the gu demon had tossed to him when fleeing for its life.
“‘I did nothing wrong’, ‘they all deserve to die’…?”
Chen Wuyue frowned, absentmindedly repeating the two sentences she heard from Fu Sang.
“Yes, he said ‘deserve to die’, which means he probably wasn’t killing randomly. He has a purpose and made a choice. You just said that before the Miao village, the gu demon also killed a person in Chuanning? Then could it be a serial murder case? He very likely has a third target. If we can find the third target before him, we can lie in wait beforehand, and wait for him to walk into the trap himself.”
Fu Sang looked down at his knuckles, marked with red lines from the blood thread, and said.
“… That’s where the problem lies.” Chen Wuyue sighed:
“Huo Wei and I studied the files all afternoon. From what we can see so far, the victims of these two cases have no intersection at all, and not a single point of similarity.”
“The deceased in Chuanning was a forty-five-year-old middle-aged man. He used most of his life’s savings to open a small bookstore downstairs from his home. He never married, and had never even left Chuanning in his whole life. The deceased here in the Miao village was a university student with average family circumstances and grades, he was unremarkable in every way. He came to the Miao village to accompany his girlfriend on a trip. He had never been to Qianzhou before.”
“These two people have no criminal record, their files are clean, their identities and ages are very different, and they are complete strangers to each other.”
“If the gu demon thought they ‘deserve to die’, then they should have done something bad to the gu demon, or to ‘mama’? No matter what, there has to be a reason. But these two people’s social circles are very simple, it’s impossible for them to have this kind of condition. I think the theory of seeking revenge probably doesn’t hold, and the possibility of us finding the next target in advance is also very slim.”
Listening to her words, Fu Sang nodded, but did not respond further.
As a result, all the information and clues they had pieced together reached a dead end.
The room was silent for a long time, until Chen Wuyue looked down at the time and suggested:
“It’s very late. How about we all go back and rest first? Tomorrow morning I’ll organize the situation and hand it to Officer Li, make a rough statement, and we can leave this place after that. As for what comes after… After all, this case involves an underworld spirit. If you want to continue investigating with me, I would welcome it very much.”
Hearing this, Huo Wei looked at Fu Sang, probably waiting for his instructions.
But Fu Sang didn’t say anything, and only after slowly standing up from the chair did he say:
“We’ll see.”
He walked toward the door,”Let’s go.”
“…Then we’ll go back and discuss our itinerary! Thank you for your help these two days! Rest well, good night!”
Huo Wei helped him give a proper goodbye to Chen Wuyue, but she inwardly cursed. Couldn’t this guy just take the magical artifact and settle his grudge? Why was he pretending to be aloof and putting on airs here?
Of course, she couldn’t say this out loud.
After closing the door for Chen Wuyue, Huo Wei jogged a few steps, grabbed Fu Sang’s clothes and asked quietly:
“Hey, what did you mean by ‘we’ll see’? What, you don’t want to deal with this? You don’t want that doll anymore?”
Fu Sang didn’t stop walking, only lightly asked in return: “You really like working with the Spirit Supervision Bureau civil servants?”
“What do you mean? I’m fine with it.” Huo Wei didn’t react for a moment.
Then she saw Fu Sang head straight back to the room, and before closing the door, left her with one sentence:
“I don’t like it.”
To be honest, Fu Sang didn’t feel very comfortable working with Chen Wuyue.
Although she was logical and decisive, she also had a strong sense of justice and valued rules and order greatly, which was something Fu Sang lacked.
Their personalities and values were simply too different. Neither could understand or agree with the other, and forcing them to work together would only create a lot of troublesome obstacles. For example the previous issue of whether they should officially report their involvement. If Yu Du hadn’t played some tricks, they probably would have fallen out right then and there.
Fu Sang didn’t like teaming up with such rigid, serious, rule-abiding people.
In other words, rather than being Chen Wuyue’s colleague, Fu Sang would rather be Yu Du’s full-time babysitter for seventy-two hours.
However, it wasn’t as though there was nothing about Chen Wuyue that he appreciated. For example, the Spirit Supervision Bureau investigator ID she carried not only gave her high-level access to retrieve files at any time, but was also the best proof of her solid professional abilities. Since the case at hand crossed between the inner and outer worlds, having a spirit path spirit master by his side would indeed make things much easier.
In conclusion, Fu Sang didn’t immediately agree nor immediately refuse. Every choice had gains and losses. He just needed to consider whether the benefits the choice brought him were enough to make him endure the drawbacks.
With a “click”, the door lock closed.
Fu Sang lowered his eyes and walked out of the entryway. When he looked up, he immediately saw a figure sitting quietly by the large bed.
It was Qi Changying who had come out.
While in the inner world, Fu Sang had put him back into the snake bone nail. When he came back and showered, he tossed the nail along with other miscellaneous accessories onto the sofa chair.
He didn’t know when Qi Changying had come out, nor why he had come out. Since he couldn’t see, hear, or speak, what difference did it make where he stayed?
Walking over, Fu Sang stood beside him and looked down at him for a while.
The ghost didn’t move at all, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Fu Sang raised an eyebrow slightly, reached out and gripped him by the jaw, lifting his face.
Suddenly being touched, Qi Changying was startled for a moment, but quickly realized it was Fu Sang.
Instead, he lightly squeezed Fu Sang’s wrist in response.
Then, he followed Fu Sang’s forearm upward, feeling his way up to his face.
He pressed his palm against his cheek, and after feeling his warmth, he used his fingertips to lightly brush his eyebrows and eyelashes.
Fu Sang felt a bit ticklish from his touch.
He didn’t like being touched like this.
So he tilted his head, dodging Qi Changying’s hand, and moved somewhere he couldn’t be reached.
Qi Changying’s fingertips were suddenly empty.
His hand paused in midair for a moment, tentatively felt for Fu Sang, and unable to find him, silently fell back down.
His hand returned to his lap, and Fu Sang noticed that his fingers curled slightly.
His head also lowered slightly, and it was impossible to tell what emotion was hidden beneath his lowered eyelashes.
Fu Sang’s Adam’s apple rolled gently.
He stepped forward again, grabbed Qi Changying’s collar, and pushed him onto the bed.
Qi Changying didn’t struggle at all. Fu Sang straddled him domineeringly, lowered his head and kissed him fiercely.
He had never been gentle.
Compared to a kiss, it was more like biting and gnawing. It was as if he wanted to convey all the emotions Qi Changying couldn’t see or hear through this kiss.
Actually, most of the time, kissing Qi Changying was like Fu Sang’s solo game.
Qi Changying was very obedient and quiet, letting him do as he pleased without resisting, but also didn’t respond much.
It was the same now.
Fu Sang didn’t know if he couldn’t or didn’t want to.
He didn’t care about this anyway. This ghost was his regardless. Whether he was willing or happy or not, he was his.
This feeling of “forcibly possessing” him actually excited him a bit more.
But now the situation has a subtle difference from before.
Because now, Fu Sang knew Qi Changying couldn’t see him, couldn’t hear him, and couldn’t smell him.
Sight, hearing, and smell were all passive senses. Even if Qi Changying didn’t want to, he couldn’t erase the images, shut out the sounds, or make the scents disappear. Fu Sang could forcefully enter and occupy his world, leaving him no room to refuse.
He enjoyed making Qi Changying aware that he was the one asserting ownership over him. He wanted him to be extremely aware of his existence, to know that Fu Sang was his master, and that he had complete control over him.
Only this could make Fu Sang happy, or satisfied.
But now, because of that damned curse, the only way Qi Changying could sense him was through touch. Unfortunately, touch required active participation, and Qi Changying wouldn’t initiate it.
The kiss suddenly became a little boring.
Fu Sang felt that kissing him was no different from forcefully kissing a pillow.
This thought grew stronger and stronger, and finally, Fu Sang released Qi Changying’s collar and left him.
He propped himself up, lowered his head and was silent for a moment, feeling utterly bored.
Forget it.
He wasn’t playing anymore.
There was no point.
Fu Sang thought to himself.
But just as he was about to move away, a pair of hands gently wrapped around his waist, as if trying to keep him there.
Fu Sang was stunned.
He had no idea what kind of clothes Huo Wei had picked out for him. The jacket was very short and barely covered his waist, while underneath was only a thin base layer. As a result, the faint coolness of Qi Changying’s hands was clearly imprinted on his skin.
When his hands touched Fu Sang’s waist, Qi Changying’s movements clearly paused.
Probably discovering that the fabric and style were somewhat different from what he remembered, he tentatively felt downward along the slender waistline, and touched an embroidered belt.
Further up, he grabbed the short and loose outer jacket, and the cold silver ornaments sewn into the corners of the fabric.
“What are you feeling around for?”
Fu Sang felt he was really silly. Only after asking did he remember that Qi Changying couldn’t hear him.
Perhaps to distract Qi Changying from studying the clothes, or maybe for some other reason, Fu Sang lowered his head and kissed him again.
Unfortunately, he had already lost interest. He had only intended to give him a brief kiss, but the moment he parted Qi Changying’s lips, he felt Qi Changying deliberately curl his tongue around his.
Fu Sang froze.
While he was momentarily distracted, Qi Changying had already finished testing the waters. Imitating Fu Sang’s usual movements, he curled his tongue around his and kissed him, sucking on his lips and tongue.
Unlike Fu Sang’s fierce dominance, Qi Changying’s kiss was gentle and meticulous, as though he were cherishing something precious
He wasn’t very skilled, but he was earnest.
It wasn’t surprising that Fu Sang was startled. In fact, even Qi Changying himself wasn’t entirely sure why he was doing this.
He only knew that this was the only way he could sense Fu Sang right now.
At first, it was because he didn’t want Fu Sang to leave and didn’t want to lose track of him again, so he had wrapped his arms around his waist.
Later, Qi Changying noticed that Fu Sang’s clothes seemed somewhat different from before. He wanted to know what Fu Sang was wearing, so he kept feeling around.
But the more he touched, the further his thoughts drifted from his original intention.
Fu Sang was much, much warmer than him.
His waist was very thin, almost able to be encircled with two hands. Qi Changying thought this probably had something to do with Fu Sang not eating properly.
It was only because he had never touched Fu Sang like this before that he had never noticed.
The unfamiliar, detailed touches and caresses stirred a new impulse in him. So when Fu Sang kissed him again, he responded for the first time.
Before, he had never done anything extra when Fu Sang kissed him. Perhaps he still couldn’t get past that awkward feeling inside, or perhaps he thought Fu Sang would be unhappy.
In any case, whenever this happened, Fu Sang said what he wanted, and Fu Sang treated him however he wanted. He never resisted, always quietly submitting and cooperating.
But now, his world was so quiet.
He couldn’t see Fu Sang’s face, couldn’t hear the light or heavy panting that came with kissing him, and couldn’t smell the scent that became especially strong in moments like this.
He could only feel the touch and the kiss in the silent darkness.
But even these few things were controlled by Fu Sang. Fu Sang could leave him at any moment and run somewhere he couldn’t find him.
Qi Changying didn’t want that.
This was the only thing he had right now, and the only thing he could focus on.
He wanted to keep this feeling, like a person floating in the water who didn’t want to let go of a piece of driftwood.
So for the first time, he had the thought of giving it a try.
Try learning to kiss the way Fu Sang did, to see if he could amplify that faint tremor in his heart when he first touched him.
Whether he could have more of Fu Sang’s scent, whether he could feel his breath and heartbeat through other means, and whether he could keep him a little longer.
From his probing, Fu Sang didn’t refuse.
So that meant it was okay.
Qi Changying’s slightly cool hand covered the protruding butterfly bones of Fu Sang’s back, then followed the hollow of his spine all the way down, wanting to explore more.
And because Fu Sang wanted to see exactly what this ghost intended to do and how far he could go, he tacitly allowed the intrusion.
He rarely didn’t compete for superiority, only focused on enjoying Qi Changying’s clumsiness and caution.
Before long, probably feeling that their current position was inconvenient, Qi Changying pushed him onto the bed and rolled over to cover him.
Fu Sang found this position, in which he was at someone else’s mercy and completely restrained, somewhat distasteful.
So, in the gaps between kisses, he threatened hoarsely, “Get off,” but Qi Changying didn’t notice at all and continued chasing after him to kiss him.
For a moment, Fu Sang felt that the Gu demon and the female ghost on his back deserved to die even more.
He reached out and grabbed Qi Changying by the neck, bending his leg as he tried to find an angle to flip this deaf and blind ghost who couldn’t understand human speech.
But in the next instant, as if he had sensed something, his entire body suddenly stiffened.
Qi Changying had been born and raised in a military camp on the border. His entire life had either been spent leading troops into battle or on the way to leading troops into battle. He could barely even kiss, so it was even less likely that he knew any more advanced methods of flirting.
That meant everything was simply the instinct of arousal, completely unconscious intimacy, or purely a coincidence caused by their being too close.
“…Stop rubbing against me.”
Fu Sang frowned and broke free of Qi Changying’s kiss and hands.
“Get away. Stop rubbing against me!”
Before the ghost could notice what was going on, he shoved Qi Changying away and suddenly sat up as if he had been burned.
His hair and clothes were a complete mess. With his disheveled hair and equally disordered state of mind, Fu Sang lowered his eyes to look at himself.
After a moment, he frowned irritably, closed his eyes, and ran a hand through his hair.
“…Fuck.”
