Chapter 134

Chuzheng returned in the morning and lay down on the sofa.

The Evil Ghost floated at the corner of the staircase, peering at her.

After watching for a while, he floated back upstairs.

“She’s back… but I don’t think she’s planning to come up,” the Evil Ghost reported to Xia Han.

“What’s wrong with her?” Xia Han grew a bit anxious, “Is she hurt?”

“No,” the Evil Ghost shook his head.

“Open the door for me,” Xia Han looked at the Evil Ghost.

The Evil Ghost backed away in terror, “No… no, I can’t.”

“Do it now,” Xia Han glared at him.

Evil Ghost: “…”

I can’t control my own hands anymore.

But I don’t want to be beaten to death.

–

Chuzheng lay on the sofa, her hand resting on her forehead, eyes lightly closed.

“Little Beauty?”

Her wrist was caught, and the warm touch made Chuzheng open her eyes.

What she saw was the youth’s delicate face, his beautiful pupils filled with a touch of worry.

She lowered her hand, glanced at the staircase, then at Xia Han.

“How did you come out?” You can’t be confined anymore?!

Xia Han decided to ignore the question, “Little Beauty, what’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing much.” What could be wrong? After being disturbed by a ghost all night, all she wanted now was some peace.

“Nothing happened last night, did it?”

“If something had happened, would I still be here?” Chuzheng freed her hand from his grip and gently pulled him into her arms, “How did you come out?”

It was clear that Chuzheng had not forgotten her first question.

Xia Han replied carefully, with her face so close, “I just… came out like that.”

He pursed his lips, then went ahead and kissed her.

The words Chuzheng had been about to say were blocked by him.

He flipped over and pressed Chuzheng onto the narrow sofa, leaving almost no space between them.

The slightly cool body beneath him reminded Xia Han that this person was right beside him.

Chuzheng pushed against his shoulders and, taking advantage of Xia Han’s brief daze, they switched positions.

Chuzheng pressed down on his wrists, shifting from passive to active.

“Wait… wait a moment,” Xia Han suddenly said.

Chuzheng paused and propped herself up to look at him.

After a few seconds of silence, Xia Han said, “Okay, now.”

Chuzheng kissed the corner of his lips, “He doesn’t dare to come down.”

She paused, “Was it him who opened the door for you?”

In this villa, only that Evil Ghost could let him out.

Xia Han: “???”

Is it appropriate to ask this question now?

“Is it?”

“No…,” Xia Han did not betray the Evil Ghost.

Chuzheng’s kisses became tentative, tormenting Xia Han, his face flushed with an unnatural red, his eyes clouded with a hint of desire.

Xia Han found strength from somewhere, and they switched positions again, the sofa making a slight noise.

Chuzheng frowned slightly.

“Little Beauty, it’s not nice to bully me like this,” Xia Han’s lips curved into a smile, as if it could bewitch the soul.

Chuzheng was momentarily mesmerized, followed by Xia Han’s fervent touches.

“Little Beauty, don’t move, let me do it,” Xia Han whispered in her ear, his ambiguous breath continually shifting around her neck.

Chuzheng struggled, her body a little out of control.

This is over.

When a person is immersed in desire, they can’t think of much else.

The coolness of Chuzheng’s body couldn’t quench the burning heat on Xia Han’s.

“Little Beauty…,” Xia Han kissed her, “It might hurt a bit, just bear with it for a while.”

“Wait a moment,”

Xia Han paused, his voice hoarse, “What’s wrong?”

“I want to be on top.”

Xia Han kissed her neck with a coaxing tone, “You’ll be on top in a bit.”

Chuzheng: “??? Why later? On what grounds?!”

Just as Chuzheng was puzzled, a burning sensation spread from a certain part of her body.

“Does it hurt?” Xia Han didn’t move, simply asking her softly.

Chuzheng didn’t make a sound, her eyes, cold beneath the surface, seemed to be veiled in a thin mist, making it hard to see clearly.

“Little Beauty?” Xia Han met her gaze, suddenly panicking, “Alright, alright, you’ll be on top, don’t be mad.”

Xia Han held her and flipped over.

Chuzheng snapped back to reality, her gaze falling on Xia Han’s face, then slowly drifting downward…

Xia Han hastily supported her face, his breathing slightly heavy, “Baby, don’t look.”

Chuzheng paused, bracing herself on Xia Han’s chest, “What did you call me?”

“Little Beauty?”

“Not that.”

“…Baby?”

Chuzheng frowned imperceptibly, Xia Han watched her with a hint of confusion, but it didn’t take long before she lowered her head to kiss him.

Xia Han’s rationality dissipated in an instant.

Leaving only the ultimate experience.

–

When Xia Han came to, he was already in his room.

Several images flashed through his mind, leaving the youth slightly dazed.

He pursed his lips, which seemed as if they had been brushed with rouge, the covers pulled to his chest, marks on his neck like some sort of badge, proclaiming the events that had passed.

The fair-skinned youth revealed a hint of a smile, akin to a alluring demon sprite.

After a moment, he came to his senses and turned his head to look beside him.

The clothes were neatly folded next to him, and he was alone in the room.

He put on the clothes, and as he buttoned up the traditional attire, the bewitching youth instantly transformed into a refined young master.

Xia Han walked to the door to leave—

It didn’t open.

As expected.

He wasn’t surprised at all.

Xia Han calmly turned towards the window and pulled open the curtains. It was pitch black outside—was it already evening?

The window could be opened, though, and he stepped out onto the balcony, looking down.

She should be at home…

Xia Han returned to the room to find his phone, texting Chuzheng to let her know he wanted to go downstairs.

The door was quickly opened, and Evil Ghost stood outside, clutching his head.

“Don’t ask me to open the door for you again, look at me, look what she did to me?!” Evil Ghost complained to Xia Han.

“Thank you,” Xia Han smiled in appreciation, then quickly made his way down.

Evil Ghost: “??? Are you crazy!”

Both of them are crazy!

I quit!

Evil Ghost left the house in a huff.

–

Xia Han scampered down the stairs. Chuzheng was seated on the sofa reading a book, and he walked over with a smile, snatching the book from her hands.

“Little Beauty.”

Chuzheng looked up at him, her hands clasped in front of her, “You’re awake?”

Xia Han casually flipped through the book, nothing special, just a magazine.

He set the book down and sat beside her, “Little Beauty, from now on you belong to me. Am I now your boyfriend?”

“You belong to me,” Chuzheng corrected him seriously.

“Alright, alright, yours,” Xia Han’s smile was brilliant, “So, am I your boyfriend?”

Chuzheng looked at him steadily, waiting for her answer.

“Theoretically, yes.”

“Theoretically?” Xia Han was completely disconcerted, “And in reality?”

“In heterosexual relationships…” Chuzheng swallowed back an unsuitable word, “engagement is a kind of exchange between partners, hence you are my boyfriend.”

Xia Han was a bit baffled by Chuzheng’s earnest answer.

But he heard the last part very clearly.

Who cares about the theory, she admitted it, and that’s all that mattered.