Bai Weiwei felt cold from him stuffing her full of poisonous sweet nothings.
Would she tolerate her actor king title falling away from her house.
The red glow on Bai Weiwei’s face grew even more vivid. She was excited and happy as she reached out to hug him.
His bodily chill shrouded her sweet, soft figure.
Ji Yongchuan felt being held by a human like this was irritating and upsetting.
But, he suddenly discovered she was shivering.
After a long time, he heard the sound of Bai Weiwei’s happy excited voice stifled by his chest.
“I feel like the luckiest person in the world.”
He just casually said a sentence about being distressed for her, and she was pleased to this extent.
Too easy to satisfy.
Ji Yongchuan couldn’t maintain his smile, it was too easy to be loved.
None of his hidden plots and cunning strategies had been used.
Bai Weiwei abruptly looked up, focusing affectionate and sweet eyes on him.
Ji Yongchuan also wasn’t willing to show weakness, and had eyes overflowing with doting.
“Little Gege.”
“En, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just suddenly wanted to call your name.”
“You…… Ai, how are you so cute.”
Bai Weiwei and Ji Yongchuan looked at each other and laughed, “Hehe.”
The system glanced at one, then glanced at the other.
It felt the second hand embarrassment gave it terminal cancer, had this pair lunatics forgotten.
They met last night, it had been less than twenty four hours until now.
This prickly, able to ascend to heaven appearance was contrived; very faceless, really hypocritical.
Bai Weiwei searched the memory, and found that Bai Wen suffered from a rebound because of preparations for the sacrifice, so he closed himself off in a Taoist temple.
So the house was left with her and Ji Yongchuan.
She immediately stumbled to get up and pulled herself over to the table.
Ji Yongchuan still lazily leaned on the bed, his face as clear as a harmless youth’s.
But, if a conscientious person observed, he would realize that his every occasional move was archaic and refined.
A feeling that was incompatible with the modern atmosphere.
He watched Bai Weiwei with shaded eyes.
He saw that she was arranging a plate of fruit, as well as some Mingbi1, and a plate of tian tangyuan2 from the refrigerator.
All sorts of miscellaneous things were put together.
Then she took out three incense sticks and paid her respects to him.
Ji Yongchuan suddenly sat upright, “What are you doing?”
Bai Weiwei innocently held the incense, “I was afraid you were hungry, so I got you something.”
Ghosts couldn’t directly eat human things, they could only eat offerings others made to them.
Bai Weiwei was also a Bai family member, she knew a little common sense about the ghost realm.
Ji Yongchuan distastefully swept his eyes over the things on the table, then pursed his lips, “I don’t like this.”
Bai Weiwei, dazed, “What does that little Gege like?”
Ji Yongchuan hesitated, “I’ll just eat whatever you eat.”
Bai Weiwei smiled brightly, “That’s good, you wait for me, ah.”
Having said that, she took out her cell phone and called for takeout.
Then two meals were delivered.
Ji Yongchuan frowned, “Don’t you cook your own meals?”
Bai Weiwei hesitated, before saying: “Occasionally do.”
Ji Yongchuan revealed a faint smile, “Just do it at home, takeout isn’t healthy.”
When Bai Weiwei heard her eyes were as brilliant as crystals, “Little Gege, you want to eat my cooking?”
Ji Yongchuan, who believed that women belonged up in the hall, and down in the kitchen, nodded naturally.
Bai Weiwei immediately rushed into the kitchen in joy, “Then I’ll cook.”
Then a frightening racket of dinging, donging, pounding, and banging came from the kitchen.
Ji Yongchuan suddenly had a bad hunch.
1: 冥币, fake money burnt as offerings to the dead.↩
2: 甜汤圆, chinese mochi, glutinous rice cake.↩
