Chapter 145: with translation of chapter title: 145

145 "Men's heads must not be touched; if you touch them, you must take responsibility!"

The appearance of the spirit medium did not particularly catch Tushan Jiu's attention.

The Credit Knife KPI hasn't been completed yet, and she's still very busy.

As for when they pulled their heads back out, let the soldiers come to block the water and cover with earth.

By the time they returned to the old house, it was already late, and each went to their own bedroom to take a bath.

Before Tushan Jiu went back to her room, Xie Shiyu said, letting her go to his room after her bath so he could blow-dry her hair.

Ever since the last time Xie Shiyu blew her hair, Tushan Jiu's head, after each wash, would belong to Xie Shiyu.

Recently, the time they spend together has been very little.

Therefore, they especially cherish their rest time; although Tushan Jiu can blow-dry her own hair, it's not as fragrant as when her boyfriend does it, and she's happy to be at ease.

She replied with a smiling "Okay" and then slipped into the bedroom.

Xie Shiyu finishes washing faster than Tushan Jiu.

After coming out of the bathroom, he went downstairs to heat a cup of milk for Tushan Jiu.

When he returned, Tushan Jiu was already in his bedroom.

Looking at her quietly reading, his brows and eyes were full of gentleness.

It seemed that no matter when, as soon as he saw her, he would feel relaxed and comfortable.

Even doing nothing, just staying together, is a kind of contentment.

Tushan Jiu had already heard the sound, wondering why he wasn't moving, and tilted her head to look over.

Perhaps the bath water was too hot; the flush on her cheeks hadn't faded, her hair half-dry, and stray bangs occasionally let droplets of water slide down her cheek to her fair neck, then slowly continue downward.

Xie Shiyu saw this scene clearly.

Moreover, when Tushan Jiu's almond eyes showed doubt, they had a warm, dazed, cute charm that made one want to... tease her a bit.

She was naturally fair-skinned, which Xie Shiyu knew very well; as a child she looked like a snowball, and even a brief glance made him unable to let go.

But at this moment, his thoughts were not so pure.

Because of her appearance, she was really somewhat tempting.

His ears felt a bit hot; he gave a light cough, stepped inside, and said, "I've heated a cup of milk for you—drink up, and I'll blow-dry your hair."

Tushan Jiu curled the corner of her mouth, placed the Metaphysics Record to one side, took the cup, and obediently gulped it down.

While she was drinking, Xie Shiyu averted his gaze, handed her a piece of paper, and went to the bathroom to get the hair dryer.

When he returned, Tushan Jiu had already wiped her mouth and was lying on the sofa.

Xie Shiyu walked over, and she lifted her head.

After he sat down and placed a clean towel, she then rested her head on his leg.

Xie Shiyu turned the setting down, tested the temperature of the airflow with his hand, and only when it was suitable did he begin blowing on Tushan Jiu's hair.

While blowing, he also gave Tushan Jiu a proper head massage.

Tushan Jiu closed her eyes comfortably, her voice lazy: "Why are you starting to read the Metaphysics Record now? Do you read it every night?"

Because his book was placed on the bedside table, she saw it as soon as she entered.

Moreover, the creases and markings on it show that Xie Shiyu is seriously studying metaphysics.

Xie Shiyu stroked her hair with his hand, not hiding anything: "Um, I'm trying to understand, but I still don't grasp much of it; metaphysics is indeed profound and extensive."

Hearing that, Tushan Jiu opened her eyes and met his gaze.

She raised her hand, her finger touching his eyebrow, tracing along his brow.

"With thousands of years of Chinese historical tradition, the field of metaphysics predates science by who knows how many years; even those of us in the Mysterious Gate cannot fully comprehend it, let alone someone like you who has never been exposed to metaphysics."

"Xie Shiyu, I know you're still worried, but you have to believe me—believe that your girlfriend is the most amazing!"

The warm airflow paused in one direction for two seconds, then shifted.

Xie Shiyu hummed, "I naturally believe my girlfriend, but worry is unavoidable; in fact, every time you go out to catch ghosts, even if it's a weak one, I worry just the same, because human instinct fears the unknown, and I'm no exception. So——"

The hair dryer moved aside a bit.

Xie Shiyu lowered his head and kissed her big eyes lightly, his voice low: "When you have free time, girlfriend, could you give me a lesson?"

He does not enter the metaphysics world.

He knows he cannot possibly learn it.

But if he doesn't understand her world, he would truly lack a sense of security.

Tushan Jiu looked at his earnest expression, thought for a moment, and said: "I know you're anxious, but don't rush; after we get married, there will be things for you to understand!"

By then she'll toss the ledger to him, and there will be plenty of chances for him to understand.

She knows he cares about her, so that's why he's so anxious.

This anxiety cannot be eased with just a few words.

Especially today, with the person cursing the Tushan Family appearing, his eyebrows furrow from time to time.

Actually, let's think from the other's perspective.

If their professional fields were swapped, and she hadn't seen it, or before this matter was fully resolved, she would also be worried to death.

After all, they truly like each other, so naturally they care for each other.

Hearing Tushan Jiu say that, Xie Shiyu didn't think much, assuming she meant they were both busy these days, and after marriage, when she also finished the Underworld Civil Servant exam, and his several major projects were basically wrapped up, then they'd naturally have time.

Upon hearing the two words "marriage," Xie Shiyu let out a laugh from his throat, his tone more pleased: "Fine, I'll listen to Jiujiu."

Tushan Jiu rested her head on his leg; his laughter sounded lovely, and she also broke into a grin.

Suddenly she realized that Xie Shiyu often likes to touch his own head to show affection.

So she raised her hand to touch Xie Shiyu's head.

And Xie Shiyu's eyes flickered.

He also obediently lowered his head, letting her rub.

His hair was neither hard nor soft; Tushan Jiu imitated his previous way of rubbing her hair, doing it roughly twice.

Having touched just enough, she was about to withdraw.

The hair dryer above her head suddenly turned off.

Tushan Jiu looked up at him: "It's already dry this fast?"

It seems like not even a few minutes have passed while speaking; her long hair each time needs to be blown to eighty or ninety percent dry to achieve that level of dryness.

Xie Shiyu put the hair dryer to one side: "Not yet."

Tushan Jiu puzzled: "Then why did it stop?"

Xie Shiyu answered irrelevantly: "You touched my head."

Now Tushan Jiu became even more confused, her almond eyes blinking twice to show her confusion.

Xie Shiyu held her hand frozen in midair, then lowered it.

Then he encircled her small chin with his thumb and forefinger, gently pinching her cheek.

Tushan Jiu's lips slightly opened.

Xie Shiyu leaned in and took her lips.

In the midst of their shifting breaths, he lifted her up and had her sit sideways on his lap.

The towel fell, her black long hair scattered behind her, the ends swaying.

"Mmm—" Tushan Jiu was dazed by the kiss.

Completely unaware of why.

However, in the end she still got the answer.

Xie Shiyu said, "A man's head must not be touched; if you touch it, you must take responsibility!"

Tushan Jiu: "......"

Afterwards, the hair dried.

Naturally dried.