When Song Ruoxi woke up, there was no more pain in her body. She turned around and saw Feng Yin’s sleeping face. She couldn’t help but use her fingers to trace over his face.
Her fingers paused at his lips, and Song Ruoxi blankly stared at them.
Her wrist was suddenly tugged by someone, stunning Song Ruoxi. At this moment, Feng Yin had opened his eyes, and he was teasingly looking at her.
Song Ruoxi’s face flushed red, and she asked somewhat stupidly, “I’m not dead?”
“Silly girl.” Feng Yin scratched Song Ruoxi’s nose, then said, “You won’t blame me for what I did, right?”
“What did you do to me? Why am I suddenly okay?” Song Ruoxi moved her body. She felt better and comfortable like never before, as if there was endless energy in her body.
Feng Yin hesitated and said, “You’re not human now. You’re half-human and half-ghost, to be precise.”
Song Ruoxi:???
“Because we have been intimate, your mortal body simply couldn’t withstand my Yin and baleful energy, and it was about to destroy your soul.” Feng Yin’s lips pressed together into a thin line, looking sad. His matchless face made people’s hearts drunk.
Song Ruoxi tightly gripped Feng Yin’s hand. “I don’t blame you. Everything you did was to save me; otherwise, my soul really would have been destroyed. Oh right, what did you feed me?”
Last night, she had a vague feeling that Feng Yin had given her something.
Feng Yin said, “It was the Phantom King Core, which has been condensed over thousands of years.”
Song Ruoxi asked, “You gave me your Phantom King Core? Then, what will happen to you? Did you suffer any harm?”
“Only a slight decrease in strength. I’ll just cultivate slowly. If your soul flies away and you don’t even have the chance to reincarnate, I’ll never be able to see you again. A Phantom King Core is nothing.” Feng Yin placed his hand on Song Ruoxi’s head. He was gentle and affectionate.
“As long as you’re with me, everything’s fine. The only reason I lived until now was for seeing you again.”
Song Ruoxi looked extremely touched, and she pounced into Feng Yin’s arms. “Feng Yin, you’re so good to me. As long as I can be with you, I’ll be happy.”
She raised her head and kissed Feng Yin, pressing him under her body, and said in a vague tone, “I’m also a ghost now, so it should be fine.”
“Feel free. It won’t harm you anymore.” Feng Yin stifled a laugh.
The next day, Ning Shu came to work and saw that Song Ruoxi was already sitting in her office chair, acting as if nothing was wrong.
Ning Shu was deeply confused. With Song Ruoxi’s situation, she shouldn’t be able to come to work today. In her situation, even if she didn’t die, she’d at least suffer hellish pain.
But looking at Song Ruoxi now, she was clearly fine. The only thing off was that she was a bit pale and lacked a sense of vitality.
However, her breasts rose and fell slightly. Obviously, she was breathing—so she was a living person.
This was truly bizarre.
Ning Shu walked over to greet Song Ruoxi, “You weren’t feeling well yesterday. Why did you come to work today? Are you alright?”
Song Ruoxi raised her head to look at Ning Shu and said in a cold tone, “Thank you for your concern. I’m much better.”
Ning Shu scrutinized Song Ruoxi and said with some confusion, “Why do I feel like you’ve become even more beautiful?”
How come it felt like Song Ruoxi’s face had become more refined than before overnight?
MTL Editor: Meraki
TLC: Kaho
