Chapter 64: Us—Let’s Go on a Date
Nan Xun planned to take a hot shower, but when she remembered there was a certain male ghost still in the house, she hurried into the bathroom and locked the door tightly.
From outside came the muffled chuckle of the ferocious ghost boss. “Mo-mo, any door or wall is useless against me.”
Meaning: he could go wherever he wanted, see whatever he wanted.
Nan Xun shouted a warning, “Fu-surnamed one, if you dare come in here, I’ll kick you flying!”
The ghost outside chuckled again. “Mo-mo, actually, I’ve already seen it—mm, yours is… very nice.”
“Get the hell away from me—!” Nan Xun’s furious roar came from inside the bathroom.
The smile in Fu Yu’s eyes deepened. He stood by the bathroom door for a moment, then finally left as she wished.
Nan Xun hurriedly asked Little Eight, “Has the ghost lord gone far away?”
Little Eight didn’t respond.
Only then did Nan Xun remember that Little Eight had already blocked its five senses—right now it couldn’t see or hear anything at all.
Thinking the ghost boss had gone far enough, Nan Xun finally enjoyed a comfortable hot shower.
She wrapped herself up in a towel like a giant rice dumpling, then dove into bed and, in a flash, put on her pajamas, afterward cocooning herself tightly under the quilt.
Fu Yu witnessed the entire process, sitting at the bedside with a smile in his eyes.
“Mo-mo, sleep. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you.”
Nan Xun shot him a skeptical glance. “Back at Su Han’s place, the one who kept harassing me again and again—wasn’t that you?”
Fu Yu choked. After a pause, he lowered his head, looking repentant. “Mo-mo, if you don’t want it, I won’t touch you again.”
Nan Xun immediately asked Little Eight in her mind, “Do you believe him?”
Little Eight replied without hesitation, “No.”
Although the ferocious ghost boss said he wouldn’t touch Nan Xun, ghosts didn’t need sleep. So when Nan Xun went to bed, he dragged over a chair and sat by the bedside, staring fixedly at the back of her head.
Nan Xun: “Little Eight, the back of my head feels so cold. If he keeps staring like this, I feel like my head might sprout flowers.”
The Void Beast hurriedly suggested, “Aren’t you here to sacrifice your chastity? Then hurry up and invite Mr. Ferocious Ghost onto the bed!”
Nan Xun: “Alright, sweetheart, you’d better keep pretending to be dead.”
Nan Xun was surprisingly broad-minded. Even though there was a ghost behind her eyeing her like a tiger watching its prey, after feeling uneasy for a while, she still fell fast asleep.
Before her consciousness faded, she thought: since Mr. Ferocious Ghost wants to play the gentleman, she’ll let him play it to the end.
But in the middle of the night, Nan Xun drowsily felt a gust of cold air slip into the covers and wrap her tightly.
She rolled her eyes inwardly and turned over, hugging the icy log beside her.
When she woke up in the morning, Nan Xun was alone under the covers; the ghost lord in the room was nowhere to be seen.
After going downstairs, she discovered a steaming cup of milk and a piece of freshly baked bread on the table.
“Fu Yu? Fu Yu?” Nan Xun called twice, but no one answered.
After finishing breakfast, Nan Xun went alone into the yard to pull weeds. When she’d gone shopping yesterday, she’d bought some flower seeds, planning to turn over the soil and plant new flowers in the yard.
This kind of hard labor should’ve been Fu Yu’s job, but the ghost had no idea where he’d gone. When she’d cleared about half the weeds, Fu Yu’s voice suddenly sounded by her ear. “Mo-mo, what are you doing?”
Nan Xun was startled. She wanted to scold him for walking without making a sound, but then remembered—he was a ghost; ghosts didn’t make footstep sounds to begin with.
“I want to plant flowers. I was going to ask you to help me pull weeds, but you weren’t here.”
After hearing that, the look in Fu Yu’s eyes became incomparably gentle. He handed her a bunch of wild chrysanthemums he was holding and said with a faint smile, “I picked these in the fields just now.”
“You disappeared early in the morning just to pick flowers for me?” Nan Xun was a little surprised. She took the flowers and lifted them to her nose.
The faint fragrance of wild chrysanthemums was very pleasant.
“I really like them. Thank you, Mr. Fu Yu,” Nan Xun said with a smile, giving him a warm hug.
Fu Yu hugged her back and tilted his head to kiss her on the cheek. “I knew you’d like them.”
Nan Xun’s mouth twitched silently.
What if I said I didn’t—what would you do then?
After hugging enough, Fu Yu patted her head, took the shovel from her hands, and began turning over the soil in the yard. Nan Xun sowed the seeds in the freshly turned earth.
In the afternoon, Nan Xun sat on the balcony enjoying the view when Fu Yu suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. “Mo-mo, it’s this very path in front of us. Every summer in the past, I could see you riding an old bicycle past here. Sometimes you’d even wave at me, even smile at me.”
Nan Xun silently replied in her heart: If I’d known you’d turn into such a ferocious ghost one day, I would’ve cried at you instead.
“I thought there was some little brat standing on the balcony back then. Mr. Fu Yu, I really never imagined that was you,” Nan Xun said.
Fu Yu’s eyes narrowed slightly as he emphasized, “Mo-mo, I’m one meter eighty-six now. I can lift you with one hand.”
Before Nan Xun could even react, she felt her body lighten as a strong, powerful arm lifted her up, making her cry out in surprise.
She hurriedly braced herself against his head to keep from falling. Now she was sitting on his left arm like a child, looking down at the ferocious ghost who gazed up at her, her expression a little dazed.
This was a feeling she had never experienced before—never had there been such strong arms she could rely on. Never.
Why did Fu Yu have to be a ferocious ghost? If only he weren’t.
Nan Xun’s brain short-circuited for a moment, and she suddenly blurted out, “Fu Yu, let’s go on a date.”
Fu Yu looked at the big girl sitting on his arm with a blank expression and murmured, “A date?”
“It’s already a bit late today, so we can only watch a movie. Tomorrow, we’ll go shopping, go to the amusement park, go boating in the park—we can do lots and lots of things that couples do…” Nan Xun rattled on endlessly.
Fu Yu’s gaze grew more and more vacant, and in the end, it even turned a little sad.
“Mo-mo, did you forget… I’m already dead?”
“I know,” Nan Xun said. “But what does that matter? We can still go on a date.”
Nan Xun was the type who acted the moment she decided. She still had some savings—just enough to buy a pretty dress and then go watch a movie in the evening.
Dragging her ghostly gentleman along, Nan Xun swept through a shopping mall at lightning speed. After changing outfits, she showed them to him one by one. At first she hoped he’d give some opinions, but the ghost gentleman just nodded and said everything looked good.
Finally, when she stepped out wearing a white, fitted dress, the ghost gentleman stared so hard his eyes nearly popped out.
