Chapter 1889: Living with Mr. Ghost: Some Oddities 05

The bathroom was filled with hazy mist, damp and warm.

Xiantan suddenly felt the water temperature turn cold.

He trembled, curling into a ball, his mind filled with: "How is he still a pervert?!"

Water streamed down from his somewhat stiff neck, his beautiful, well-proportioned figure and warm white skin making it impossible to look away.

The ghost couldn't look away either.

Seeing this, Jin Chen mischievously stepped forward, lowered his head, and grabbed the little bee's firm waist.

Hmph……

Xiantan let out a small startled cry, almost pressing his whole body against the icy cold tile wall, yet he felt he couldn't just sit and wait for doom.

He wiped back his wet bangs, suddenly mustered courage, picked up the showerhead, and sprayed it wildly to the side.

Pfft——

Jin Chen, unable to dodge in time, was drenched from head to toe.

Jin Chen wiped his face.

Jin Chen completely shut the bathroom door.

Ah!

The showerhead fell from Xiantan's hand, an invisible force grabbed him and pressed him against the wall; the towel he had hastily tied also fell off, leaving him completely exposed.

"No… no!" Xiantan finally spoke, his voice trembling at the end, his clear tone now shrouded by the bathroom mist: "Let me go!"

"Too late."

Jin Chen lowered his head with ill intent, lightly biting his earlobe, satisfied to feel the body in his arms tremble slightly, "I asked you a question—answer."

Jin Chen asked again, grinding against his earlobe, "Where did you go."

Xiantan choked, tears of fear glistening in his eyes, he bit his lip hard: "I… I went out to eat, sorry…"

Even he didn't know exactly what he was apologizing for.

Hearing Xiantan's pleading sobs, the gloom in Jin Chen's eyes eased a bit; before he could feel guilty, a notification sounded.

{Detected Villain Blackening Value +5, total 45! }

Jin Chen: "……"

He messed up.

Xiantan couldn't see anything, yet he could not resist the force holding him; even his fingertips turned pale with fear.

"Next time you go out, you must report to me."

Jin Chen gripped Xiantan's waist, his fingertips wandering over his naked, smooth back, and in that posture he threatened him in a low voice; his sinister aura made Xiantan dare not refuse, and he nodded slowly.

"Okay… okay."

A tear fell onto Jin Chen's hand, burning him so he pulled back; he brushed the back of his finger over Xiantan's wet eye corners, then left the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of departure, Xiantan felt relieved, sliding to sit on the floor tossed about by the rushing water, his hair still dripping.

He stared blankly, sniffled again, and touched the corner of his eye with his finger.

This ghost… what on earth does he want?

Knock, knock, knock.

Jin Chen knocked on the bathroom door from outside, his noble voice ringing out confidently: "I'm hungry."

Xiantan froze, then suddenly realized.

Could this ghost also have eaten the food I made?

So, his anger today was because… he didn't get to eat.

Xiantan: "……"

Ugh.

What a miserable life.

Forced to live with a perverted ghost, and I still have to cook for him!

——

Xiantan made the most nervously prepared meal of his life.

Half an hour later, Xiantan carried several plates of dishes to the table, glanced around nervously, but ultimately didn't dare speak.

Just as he was about to leave and give the dining room to Ghost Dage, he saw a golden gleam winding upward from the food, being sucked toward a certain direction.

Ghost… so this is how he eats?

No wonder he didn't notice any missing dishes in the kitchen.

Xiantan is always a bit curious about new things; besides his fear of the perverted big brother, he now also felt a desire to investigate.

He picked up his chopsticks, tasted a bite of the carrot-and-corn that had been sucked on, and immediately spat it out.

"Eh…"

Xiantan stuck out his tongue, then gulped down a large cup of water.

Really awful.

Like a water-soaked tissue ball.

"Stupid."

Mockery came from across the table.

Xiantan's eye twitched; he pinched his fingertips on the table, silently cursing.

He eats my cooking and still scolds me.

You perverted ghosts are truly unreasonable.

Perhaps seeing Xiantan speaking ill of him, the voice sounded again with a hint of amusement: "You're really afraid of me."

Xia Tan was caught off guard when asked, inexplicably feeling this would be a deadly question, silently clenched both hands.

People… will be afraid of ghosts.

He also used to think he wasn't afraid.

But that's not the case at all!

"I'm not afraid." Jin Chen said proudly.

"... but you're a ghost."

Xia Tan was bewildered.

Jin Chen: "…"

Oh, I forgot.

Jin Chen finished eating the fragrant rice, wiped mouth elegantly, tapped the table with a finger, and said, "Come over."

Xia Tan's buttocks were unusually stubborn, sitting five seats away from Jin Chen and refusing to move, I could hear.

The next second, a chill came from beside, a soft snort sounded from the ear, Xia Tan wanted to cry but had no tears.

Jin Chen was a little dissatisfied, "Xiao Mi Feng, you really don't listen."

Xia Tan showed doubt in his eyes, his body uncontrollably leaned to the other side, wanting to stay away from Se Gui Dage.

"Me…?"

I don't remember having a name called Xiao Mi Feng.

Jin Chen without hesitation held Xia Tan's waist and brought him into the embrace, "Yes, Xiao Mi Feng."

Xia Tan leaned on Jin Chen's shoulder in a very strange posture, just as Xia Tan was racking brains for excuses to escape, Jin Chen changed the topic.

"On the first day you brought other people here."

Jin Chen gave Xia Tan a preventive shot, "That person isn't a good guy, be careful."

Xia Tan anxiously pinched fingertips, hearing this strangely furrowed brows, "Why? Xiao Lin isn't a bad person."

"Are you a ghost, am I a ghost?" Jin Chen asked, pinching Xia Tan's face.

Xia Tan sobbed, words indistinct: "You are…"

Then listen to me.

Jin Chen again played with Xia Tan's hair.

"... Okay."

But Xia Tan still didn't figure out why.

Xia Tan wanted to search how to ward off evil, but always felt Gui Dage was everywhere at home, terrifying, so gave up.

——

After nightfall, lay on side.

The news agency attached great importance to the fatality case, but Xia Tan, responsible for related tracking and interviews, repeatedly hit walls, failing to obtain any truly useful material.

After being scolded head‑on by the chief editor, Xia Tan took it in one ear and out the other, hung up the call and continued analyzing the evidence and interview drafts at hand—still needing to separate truth from falsehood among this pile of interview drafts, many amateurs first time on camera tend to exaggerate their experiences.

Jin Chen tested the possibility of rushing out on the balcony, after several tries returned to his wife's bedroom, and unexpectedly saw that picture on the computer, hostility burst out instantly.

Zila——

Xia Tan jumped, slowly raised head to look at the flashing ceiling light, then glanced toward the door.

Gui Dage makes an entrance with its own flashlight effect.

"You… what's wrong?"

Xia Tan instinctively felt that Gui Dage was unhappy again.

Suddenly the computer made a click, and the photo in the press release was deleted.

Xia Tan stared, then pressed the shortcut key to restore.

The next second it was deleted again.

Xia Tan: "…"

Jin Chen sat coldly beside Xia Tan, "I don't want to see this picture."

Xia Tan wouldn't bother with Jin Chen, this clue concerns Xia Tan's livelihood.

Xia Tan shifted back, hugged the notebook and burrowed into the covers, silently resisting.

Jin Chen narrowed his long, dark eyes, lifted the covers and leaned over, gripping Xia Tan's jaw tightly, forcing Xia Tan to lift his head, exposing Xia Tan's fragile neck.

"You're not listening again."

Xia Tan was already vexed and upset, now feeling an inexplicable sense of grievance, hard to hold back welling tears.

"What exactly about this picture offended you! Where did I offend you!"

Jin Chen startled, loosening the grip a bit.

But Xia Tan seemed to have found an outlet, releasing all the pent‑up emotions of this period cleanly.

"This news is very important; if I don't finish it I'll get scolded again—I don't want to be scolded…… nobody is cooperating with me…"

Jin Chen hurriedly pulled the covers back over Xia Tan, half‑holding the aggrieved Xiao Mi Feng, wiping away the spilled tears, "All right, I won't look."

"Don't cry, be good."

Xia Tan, sobbing intermittently, the touch on the cheek was gentle and soft, making Xia Tan unaccustomed.

Xia Tan dodged, lowered head and wiped away tears himself, clutching the blanket and rubbing it, whispered: '…Sorry.'

As the emotions subsided, Xia Tan only then realized what Xia Tan had done.

Xia Tan just scolded the ghost!

Jin Chen was also reflecting, but to little effect.

Ghosts are naturally not fond of reasoning.

Jin Chen went down the steps, pinching Xia Tan's faintly red cheek, and said, "Keep going, and... later I want to sleep together with you."

Xia Tan hiccuped again from fright.

How could this be!

He hasn't found a boyfriend yet, hasn't dated at all, and now he actually has to be forced to sleep with a male ghost.

No room for negotiation.

Jin Chen issued an ultimatum, stepped back, and focused on reading the analysis draft written by Xia Tan.