Chapter 63: Moron — A Ghost in Love
Nan Xun chuckled. “I never fall in the same place twice.”
She took a taxi back to the old estate. The driver was very kind and offered to help carry her things inside, which scared her into hurriedly shaking her head and waving her hands to refuse.
As soon as the taxi drove away, the gate of the estate opened. Fu Yu stood at the entrance, still dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, smiling as he looked at her.
Nan Xun curved her lips slightly and asked, “Don’t tell me you’ve been waiting at the door the whole time? I just went to the supermarket to buy some food, so I came back a bit late.”
As she spoke, she handed over the large and small bags in her hands and scolded him lightly, “What are you standing there for? As my boyfriend, shouldn’t you be helping me carry things?”
The ghost in front of her froze for a moment, then reached out to take the bags from her hands. His icy eyes, however, shone with the most blazing light. He almost didn’t dare believe it, thinking he must have misheard.
“Momo, what did you just call me? I’m your… boyfriend?” Fu Yu stared fixedly at the woman before him.
Even though he was already dead and could no longer feel a heartbeat, at this very moment he felt an almost suffocating sense of happiness.
Nan Xun pushed against his chest, urging him backward. “Mr. Fu Yu, it’s very hot outside. Can we go home and talk first? Hmm?”
Fu Yu obediently let her push him along. Not paying attention to his footing, he stumbled.
Nan Xun hurriedly grabbed him and pulled him forward. Because of the momentum, his magnified handsome face was suddenly right in front of hers. His skin was somewhat pale, yet smooth like porcelain—delicate and beautiful enough to make one want to reach out and touch it.
At this moment, Nan Xun’s courage was inexplicably enormous.
She raised her hand and touched Fu Yu’s face, saying softly, “It’s a bit cold.”
Hearing this, Fu Yu’s gaze darkened and dimmed, but he soon heard her add, “But it’s okay. From now on, I can warm you.”
Then she leaned her face over.
Their faces pressed together, warmth passing between them, warming that icy face and the heart that would never beat again.
Ten minutes later.
Nan Xun was curled up on the sofa in the living room, watching a soap opera while munching on an apple.
Crunch, crunch—this apple was really crisp and tasted great.
The Void Beast suddenly popped out with a comment, “You’ve got some nerve. You actually let the fierce ghost boss cook for you. Have you forgotten that not long ago he wanted your life?”
Nan Xun laughed. “Little Eight, you’re just a beast—you don’t understand humans, these complicated creatures. Fu Yu likes me this way. If I were polite and distant with him, he’d think I had ulterior motives.”
After saying that, Nan Xun sighed with a hint of melancholy. “People in my line of work are basically living with our heads hanging on our belts at all times, and the ones I deal with are all psychologically twisted perverts. Whether it was those three years in high school or these days, that perverted Fu Yu has already figured out my personality inside and out. If I put on airs and awkwardly try to cater to a pervert’s preferences, not only would it backfire, I’d also be miserable myself.”
The Void Beast said, “Oh,” then added, “As long as you’re happy—but don’t forget about the malice points.”
The malice points had dropped again just now, but it didn’t want to tell Nan Xun at the moment, in case she got smug.
An enticing aroma of food drifted out from the kitchen. Nan Xun took a deep breath, utterly unable to resist, and sneakily crept to the kitchen door, poking her head inside.
“Wow, Mr. Fu Yu, you’re so virtuous! As your girlfriend, I’m truly blessed from three lifetimes!” Nan Xun said with a grin.
The man who was stir-frying glanced back at her, his eyes brimming with fragmented smiles.
“Go wait in the living room. It’ll be ready soon,” he said.
“Dear Mr. Fu Yu, I want shredded pork with carrots. Don’t forget, okay~”
“Got it. I’ll make it right away,” the man replied with a smile, then turned back to continue cooking.
Nan Xun happily returned to the living room and kept chatting with Little Eight in her head. “Fu Yu is really such a great homemaker.”
The Void Beast snickered and reminded her, “He’s not human—he’s a fierce ghost~”
Nan Xun immediately deflated and couldn’t help sighing. “His obsession is too deep. I’m really not worth him clinging to for so many years.”
The Void Beast nodded. “That’s right. You’re just a scumbag.”
Nan Xun: “…”
Three dishes and one soup were laid out on the table—perfect in color, aroma, and taste. Nan Xun ate with great satisfaction and even remembered to put food into the boss’s bowl.
Fu Yu looked at the bowl full of shredded carrots. His expression subtly changed, and he suddenly said, “Momo, I don’t need to eat.”
Nan Xun let out an “ah,” expressed a bit of regret, and then went ahead and ate the bowl in front of Fu Yu as well.
Void Beast: “Are you a pig? Eating that much.”
Nan Xun: “Fu Yu’s cooking is just too delicious. It’s like he learned it specifically for me.”
After the meal, Fu Yu took the initiative to clear the table. By the time he finished washing up and came out of the kitchen, Nan Xun was already asleep on the sofa.
Fu Yu sat beside her, lowering his head to study her. Tenderness overflowed from his eyes, filling the entire room.
As he watched, his eyes gradually narrowed.
He was clearly already very satisfied, but why did it still feel like it wasn’t enough? He wanted more… more…
Nan Xun slept soundly. She didn’t know when Fu Yu had carried her onto his bed. Hugging the blanket, she groggily looked at the man sitting at the desk and yawned. “Fu Yu, what are you doing?”
Fu Yu turned his head to look at her. “You’re awake?”
Nan Xun climbed out of bed and walked behind him. When she saw the drawing on the desk, her mouth fell open in surprise. “You drew me?”
On the desk lay a pencil sketch of Nan Xun sleeping on the sofa. The face was rendered in exquisite detail—every curled eyelash on her eyelids could be counted, thick and dark. The texture of her lips, and even the faint moist sheen from licking them in her sleep, were captured delicately. Her slightly parted lips revealed a narrow gap, with two small front teeth faintly visible.
Nan Xun felt a bit shy. Fortunately, she hadn’t drooled in her sleep—otherwise, given Fu Yu’s personality, he probably would’ve drawn the drool marks too.
“Fu Yu, you’re not allowed to draw me sleeping anymore,” Nan Xun said.
Fu Yu was puzzled. “Why?”
“I’m afraid that if I do something indecent in my sleep, you’ll draw that too, and I’ll be so embarrassed I’ll want to crawl into a crack in the ground.”
That made him laugh. “You look good no matter what.”
Nan Xun’s face flushed bright red. “Little Eight, I just got praised by a ghost for being good-looking, and now I’m actually a little shy—what’s going on?”
Already well acquainted with Nan Xun’s character, the Void Beast silently rolled its eyes. “That’s because the ghost in front of you happens to be a very handsome ghost. But what are you being shy for? This body isn’t even yours. He’s not praising you anyway.”
Nan Xun immediately asked Fu Yu, “Fu Yu, do you think my body is beautiful, or my soul?”
Fu Yu was taken aback, clearly not expecting such a question. After thinking for a moment, he smiled slightly. “Momo is very beautiful—but her soul is even more beautiful.”
Nan Xun basked in smug satisfaction.
The Void Beast played dead.
A ghost in love is an idiot.
