Chapter 1910: Living with Mister Ghost: Various Matters 26

Jin Chen lifted the unexpectedly clingy Xia Tan horizontally and placed her into the room of the bamboo courtyard.

Xia Tan, dazed, was placed on the bed; she anxiously grabbed the corner of Jin Chen's shirt, panicked, and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to retrieve my belongings; that place is too yin and cold, which is not good for you."

Jin Chen rubbed Xia Tan's hair and coaxed, "I'll be back soon."

"No… don't."

Xia Tan's cool fingertips curled; she knelt on the bed, sat up, and buried herself in Jin Chen's waist, her voice still carrying a damp mist that made one's heart soften.

"Don't abandon me, Jin Chen; don't leave me alone."

"Take me with you, I'm not afraid, please……"

Jin Chen did not know how much fear and longing Xia Tan endured alone in the empty bedroom these past few nights, each minute and second feeling like a year, which intensified his reluctance to part.

Jin Chen then sat on the bed, held Xia Tan again in his arms, and gave a deep kiss that was overly gentle and affectionate; his hand on her neck was just right.

Xia Tan straddled Jin Chen's lap, the corners of her eyes flushed red, a low whimper escaped her throat, clearly aroused; unable to bear it yet craving more, she shifted forward, almost embedding herself in Jin Chen's embrace.

After kissing for a long while, Xia Tan's trembling gradually subsided; she wearily nestled into Jin Chen's neck crook, and when lifted, she clung even tighter.

"Don't leave me."

Xia Tan cooed softly, unwilling to part.

"You're talking nonsense."

Jin Chen pinched her soft waist in his arms, lingering ambiguously at her neck, and said, "I'll take you with me, but wait obediently at the cave entrance."

"Mm……"

Only then did Xia Tan relax, squinting her eyes to observe the surroundings along the way.

No one would have expected that in the refined, ink-scented rear courtyard of the Jin Family, such a chilling murder would occur.

Jin Chen had Xia Tan wait at the mouth of the underground hall, then he tore the seal, gathering all the remaining purple Qi for himself, leaving not a trace for the Jin Family.

As for the leftover mess, who cares?

Jin Chen took Xia Tan's hand and left the underground hall.

"Jin Chen! Jin Chen!"

The Red Mist Ghost King drifted over like a gust of wind; obviously regaining freedom was worth celebrating for him, and his temper was no longer as violent as before.

"Come on, come give me a hug! I finally regained my freedom!"

Jin Chen warily stepped back half a step, "What are you doing?"

"My wife is still here, don't get handsy!"

"You brat, you're still so stiff."

The ancient ghost, dead for several hundred years, said to the modern ghost Jin Chen:

The Red Mist Ghost King hummed twice, hands on hips, very pleased, "Guess what I just discovered?"

"If you won't say it, forget it." Jin Chen made a motion to hit him.

"Say it!"

The Red Mist Ghost King instantly turned timid, mysteriously extending a finger to poke his shoulder, "I just found your remains."

Then his finger pointed downward, smiling meaningfully, "Right here below, I dug it up!"

Jin Chen felt a chill, "Are you sick?"

"Hey, what's wrong with you? I kindly helped you find your remains, out of our old ties!" The Red Mist Ghost King shouted and jumped in anger.

Xia Tan's eyes flickered slightly; she slowly lifted her eyelids to stare at the Red Mist Ghost King, then leaned closer to Jin Chen's side.

"Don't imagine things; I have no past ties with him."

Jin Chen pinched Xia Tan's fingers, gave the Red Mist Ghost King a flick to the forehead, and his tone suddenly turned extremely fierce.

"If you're bored, just set fire to this place; what would I do with remains?"

"I want them."

Xia Tan suddenly spoke softly, looking at Jin Chen, and said seriously, "I want them."

Jin Chen: "……"

"Weird."

"I'm here; what do you want my remains for?"

Xia Tan lowered her eyes, pondered for a moment, but did not tell Jin Chen the reason; she merely kissed the corner of his lips and repeated, "I want them; will you give them to me?"

"Alright, then bring them back."

Jin Chen's principles are always easily broken.

The six ghosts obtained enough ghost Qi for their use, happier than being resurrected anew, and they left eagerly.

——

Upon returning home again, Jin Chen inevitably felt a mischievous urge, pressed the person in his arms onto the sofa, preparing to confront him angrily.

"Xia Xiaotang, you……"

Jin Chen's words got stuck in his throat upon seeing his wife's eyes brimming with tears; there was no room for blame.

"Why are you crying again? Are you made of water?"

Xia Tan also didn't want to cry.

But back here, that day's events kept drilling into her mind, impossible to control.

"Mm……"

Xia Tan pouted, both hands climbing onto Jin Chen's shoulders, "I was wrong; I didn't mean to…… kill you."

He sobbed, intermittently telling Jin Chen the truth of that day.

"Alright, no more crying."

Jin Chen leaned down and kissed his eyelids, then lightly pecked the skin beneath his eyes, saying, "I'm back, aren't I?"

"That old Daoist is utter trash; he couldn't possibly beat me."

The familiar, triumphant tone.

Xia Tan burst into laughter through tears, then returned the kiss unexpectedly—soft, moist, with a sweet fragrance.

After nearly half a month apart, their reunion was inevitably absurd.

After who knows how long, Jin Chen's palm roamed over the naked back in his embrace, fingertips moving lightly, his soft lips pressing against Xia Tan's earlobe, rubbing ambiguously.

Xia Tan felt no insecurity, utterly lacking his former timidity and fear; his body heat passed through their closely pressed skin.

"Jin Chen..."

"Jin Chen......"

Xia Tan repeatedly called his name, aroused to the point of not knowing how to relieve himself.

But to his surprise, at the last moment Jin Chen actually stopped, merely whispering for him to close his legs.

Xia Tan was at a loss, muffledly humming as he bit his lip, crawling into Jin Chen's embrace to seek a kiss; his shoulder and neck, covered in love bites, flushed intensely.

"Why..."

Xia Tan muttered lowly, asking Jin Chen, it was a word order reversal he himself hadn't even noticed.

"I'm not afraid of you... don't be like this, are you still angry?"

"Be good, listen to me." Jin Chen pressed his forehead against his, coaxing as he explained the reason.

Upon hearing that he feared his yin qi entering his body would harm his soul, Xia Tan blushed, half-believing, half-doubting, then bent his knee to rub against him, clinging like water in his embrace, holding tight, murmuring, "No... not like that, it's also fine."

"Please pamper me... Jin Chen, I'm not afraid of you now, really."

Jin Chen pressed Xia Tan down again, kissing him more fiercely.

Jin Chen pressed Xia Tan down again, kissing him more fiercely.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -5, total 37!】

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +5, total 65!】

As Jin Chen expected, after their lovemaking Xia Tan appeared much weaker, his complexion relatively pallid, and no amount of nourishing helped.

Yet Jin Chen had not found a way to transfer his purple qi to Xia Tan, so he could only limit the frequency; unfortunately, the little bee had turned into a clingy little sprite, leaving Jin Chen sweetly helpless.

Thus resolving this matter became crucial.