Chapter 48: That’s So Lewd—It’s Not Like I’m Looking for a One-Night Stand
Nan Xun thought she was already unlucky enough, but she hadn’t expected the next day to be even worse.
The bar owner didn’t know where he’d heard the rumors, but he said she was a jinx, a walking broom star who brought misfortune to everyone around her, and fired her on the spot.
In the two recent car accidents, the victims had both died in strange ways. It was as if some mysterious force had suddenly flung them out, pinned them in the middle of the road, and made them watch helplessly as they were crushed into pulp by oncoming cars.
Car accidents weren’t all that common to begin with, but when both of the dead had come into contact with the same person, it inevitably gave people something to gossip about.
“Little Eight, do I really look like some kind of calamity star or jinx?” Nan Xun asked.
The Void Beast chuckled. “Not at all. You’re my lucky star. All my merit points depend on you.”
In a single day, she lost her place to live, lost her job, and the villain boss she was supposed to seduce was nowhere to be found. Nan Xun felt this was truly a messed-up world.
She flipped through a few rental listings she’d saved the day before that still seemed fairly reliable and called the cheapest one.
After picking up, the landlord enthusiastically recommended the place to her—a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment—and quickly sent over two photos.
Nan Xun was a little surprised when she saw them.
The place looked great, nicely renovated. All the furniture had been left behind instead of moved out, and there was even an expensive piano inside. Why would such a good place be so cheap?
The landlord stammered through a vague explanation, saying it was due to personal reasons and that he wanted to rent it out as soon as possible.
Now that she had Little Eight with her, Nan Xun wasn’t afraid of any danger. After leaving the bar, she dragged her suitcase straight to the new place.
The apartment really was as good as the landlord had claimed—everything was fully furnished.
But soon, Nan Xun noticed something odd.
In the entire building, it seemed like she was the only resident.
Even in an old complex, the other apartments shouldn’t all be empty, right? Wouldn’t that be such a waste?
Nan Xun asked Little Eight if he knew why.
Little Eight replied bluntly, “If you’re scared, you could find a roommate to live with you.”
Nan Xun said, “I’m not scared at all. Living alone is so comfortable—you can do whatever you want.”
Little Eight thought about it and actually agreed. “I think living alone is pretty nice too.”
Nan Xun: “No, no. I suddenly feel that living alone really is a bit lonely. I’d better find a roommate—at least they can help split the rent.”
Little Eight: …
What a fickle woman.
Nan Xun immediately posted a roommate listing online. Since all the bedrooms had locks, she even specified in the listing that gender didn’t matter.
She thought it would take several days to get a response, but to her surprise, she received a call that very night.
The phone number looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t remember where she’d seen it before.
“Hello, is this Miss Bai? I saw your roommate listing online. Do you mind short-term renting?”
It was a man. His voice was a bit low, unhurried, and gave off a very gentlemanly impression.
Nan Xun quickly said she didn’t mind at all—he could move in anytime with just his luggage, and the rent could be settled monthly or even daily.
Since the building was tucked away in a corner of the complex and hard to find, Nan Xun warmly told him to call her if he got lost and that she’d come out to meet him personally.
The Void Beast suddenly said, “Did you forget you’re still a woman? Shouldn’t you be a bit more reserved?”
Nan Xun rolled her eyes beautifully. “Little Eight, honestly, your thinking is way too dirty. It’s not like I’m looking for a hookup. If I’m not friendly, who would want to live with me?”
At exactly nine o’clock, Nan Xun got another call and hurried out to meet her new roommate.
She searched around for a while and finally spotted a man near the back gate of the complex.
He was standing straight beneath a large tree, half of his face hidden in shadow, the other half bathed in the soft yellow glow of a streetlamp—pale and almost translucent.
“Are you Miss Bai Mo?” the man suddenly asked. His voice was even deeper than it had been on the phone, yet it sounded refreshingly clear.
Hearing that, Nan Xun felt something was a little off, but her mind seemed muddled, and she just couldn’t remember what.
As he spoke, the man stepped forward, fully emerging from the shadows.
He was very handsome.
He had neat, short hair, all combed back, revealing a full forehead and a pair of pitch-black eyes. His gaze was deep, unfathomable at a glance. His nose bridge was high, his lips thin and lightly pressed together, making him look expressionless.
Nan Xun found him familiar, but for the moment, she couldn’t recall where she’d seen him.
Nan Xun had always had a poor memory—or rather, she didn’t put much thought into things, the carefree, absent-minded type.
When she couldn’t remember, she simply stopped trying and began chatting enthusiastically with him. “…My place might be a bit out of the way, but it’s nice and quiet. I’ll take care of the cleaning, so you don’t have to worry. Just don’t leave piles of smelly socks and underwear lying around.”
The man beside her listened quietly. At that point, he let out a low sound, like a soft chuckle. But when Nan Xun looked over, there was no expression on his face.
She realized that from the very beginning, he hadn’t seemed to smile at all. Nan Xun figured he might be the stoic type who couldn’t smile. Yet when he looked at her, there was always a hint of amusement in his eyes, making it easy to feel a sense of fondness.
Those eyes were very deep. If you stared long enough, you could see a faint hint of red in the whites—not bloodshot, but like a drop of blood diluted and spread out until it faded.
His hair was very black, like the color of nightfall.
His lips were thin, a pale flesh tone.
Against his unusually fair skin, he looked even more like someone who had stepped out of an ink-wash painting.
Beautiful—a truly beautiful man.
But the longer Nan Xun looked, the more familiar he seemed. She was sure she had seen him somewhere before.
Seeing her stare at him for so long, he asked what she was looking at.
Nan Xun smiled. “I just think you’re good-looking.”
The man looked at her, the smile in his eyes deepening slightly.
“Oh right, my name is Bai Mo. What’s your name? How should I address you from now on?”
The man paused for a moment, then said, “My name is Fu Mo.”
Nan Xun was a little surprised and quickly said, “Fu as in ‘flowing away with the water’? I had a high school classmate with the same surname.” As she spoke, she added regretfully, “But he passed away last month.”
Hearing this, Fu Mo showed no strong reaction and only said lightly, “My condolences.”
Nan Xun sighed. “His parents must be devastated. White-haired parents sending off a black-haired child—no one could bear that.”
“And you?” the man beside her suddenly asked.
Nan Xun was startled and answered honestly, “I just feel it’s a pity. He was so young and so outstanding. To be honest, I can’t even remember what he looked like—or rather, I never really saw him clearly.”
“Oh, is that so…” Fu Mo tilted his head to look at her. A dark glint flashed through his deep, black eyes.
