Chapter 1916: Living with Mr. Ghost: Miscellaneous Affairs 32

Xia Tan slept from this afternoon until the next day.

At this moment, Jin Chen lay on the bed accompanying him, chatting intermittently with the ghosts in the various groups, and also checking what the videos sent over were like to scare humans.

Xia Tan was almost completely held in his embrace; upon waking, he instinctively rubbed against him, only after a while did he fully wake, his eyes clear and moist as they focused on Jin Chen, very quiet.

"Awake." Jin Chen sensed the movement, lowered his phone, and looked at the person in his arms.

"Mm."

Xia Tan yawned, his slightly curled body stretching, revealing a warm-toned collarbone and shoulders, then, as if still cold, continued to burrow into Jin Chen's embrace.

Jin Chen smiled, pinching his cheeks; the porcelain-like skin had taken on a faint blush from sleep, truly alluring.

And coincidentally, Jin Chen was also a ghost king with little self‑control.

When Xia Tan was bitten on the soft flesh of his cheek, he startled and shrank back, his legs under the blanket bending as he unconsciously rubbed the sheets.

"Itchy…"

As if every sensation were magnified a hundredfold, Jin Chen held him in his mouth without force, merely grazing with the tips of his teeth, and the itchiness spread.

Jin Chen's eyes lazily lifted at the corners; only then did he release the reddened cheek he had bitten, his calloused fingertips lightly caressing Xia Tan's unconsciously opened, rosy lips.

"Guabao, don't you want me to touch you?"

His low voice, tinged with teasing, landed neither lightly nor heavily in Xia Tan's ears, stirring even more uncontrollable dependence.

"No, I do."

In his clear state, Xia Tan lacked yesterday's dazed confusion, yet he was earnest and somewhat obedient, his gaze toward Jin Chen brimming with bewilderment and reliance: "But it will be itchy, and I don't know what to do."

His whole body clung to Jin Chen, his nose tip lightly brushing Jin Chen's collarbone, the toes under the blanket pressing against Jin Chen's legs, soft as if boneless.

Jin Chen pretended to think for a moment, guiding Xia Tan's finger to point at his own lips, his gloomy brows and eyes filled with strong possessiveness and desire.

"Desensitization therapy—just kiss more and it won't itch."

Xia Tan wasn't as easily fooled as yesterday; his gaze still involuntarily fell on Jin Chen's lips, the sharp facial contours clear, the thin lips the only softness.

As if enchanted, Xia Tan slightly lifted his shoulders and neck, climbed onto Jin Chen's shoulder, pressed against his chest and kissed him, only to be quickly taken over.

This deep kiss, dubbed "desensitization therapy," made Xia Tan lose himself in a moment, spilling broken soft moans, bringing a suffocating sensation like oxygen deprivation.

After the fierce, storm‑like demanding kiss, Jin Chen held the overwhelmed Xia Tan in his arms, patting his back like soothing a child and whispering praise.

"Good boy."

Xia Tan was still in a limp state; hearing this, he replied softly, turning his head to lightly kiss Jin Chen's neck, full of coquetry.

"I'm so hungry…"

He paused, then added: "My stomach is hungry, I want to eat."

This really was a case of trying to cover up and only drawing more attention.

This made Jin Chen chuckle several times before he embraced the embarrassed Xia Tan and left the messy bedroom.

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Because of Xia Tan's current special condition, Jin Chen didn't let him go anywhere, staying home with him for several days.

Even the president of the Investigation Society dared not urge Xia Tan to return to work, often wondering whether he had hired an employee or invited an ancestor.

Only after the previous unpleasant parting with Lin Qian did he contact Xia Tan again, hearing that he was unwell and specially buying a gift to pay a visit.

In their messages, Lin Qian mentioned Jin Su and occult‑related matters, which made Xia Tan, who had previously learned that Jin Su had a fiancée, a little curious, and he agreed to meet.

Moreover, he truly could not go out normally now; once he left a place permeated with Jin Chen's aura, he would uncontrollably become uneasy.

Xia Tan still remembered that Jin Chen greatly disliked his meeting with Lin Qian, so he deliberately chose the day Jin Chen went to meet Qian Xiaoqin to sign the agreement, and only then allowed Lin Qian to come to his home.

When Lin Qian entered the door, he could hardly recognize Xia Tan.

The nurturing of purple Qi made Xia Tan brighter and more striking than before, and added a touch of the coquettishness Jin Chen had cultivated in him.

At this moment, Xia Tan was wrapped in a white plush blanket exuding the scent of sandalwood, resembling a lustrous pearl placed on an ornate altar, overly beautiful.

And Xia Tan was also surprised, his gaze sweeping lightly over Lin Qian's brows without a trace, his long lashes fluttering to veil the doubt in his eyes.

After acquiring purple Qi, Xia Tan could see many things invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people.

For instance, at this moment black Qi clung to Lin Qian's brows, never dissipating, an omen of misfortune.

But Jin Su isn't a practitioner of the occult, so how could he allow his boyfriend to be entangled by such a thing?

While Xia Tan pondered, Lin Qian had already sat opposite him on the sofa, the atmosphere a little strange.

They had been good friends since college, but now they didn't know what to talk about, feeling even more awkward than mere familiarity.

Lin Qian pinched his fingertips, feeling an inexplicable inferiority, despite never admitting he was inferior to Xia Tan.

Xia Tan, nestled in the blanket, held a milk cup, tapped the glass twice with his fingertips, and asked proactively: "You came to see me—what do you want to say?"

Lin Qian had not revealed much in the text messages; it was obvious he wanted to speak frankly in person.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qian pressed his fingertips in a little more, as if feeling no pain, averting his gaze from Xia Tan's clear eyes and feigning naturalness.

"About Jin Su, and that ghost…… sorry, and also the matter concerning Jin Chen."

Lin Qian noticed Xia Tan's expression was off, so he switched to a different form of address.

Xia Tan grew more doubtful: "Jin Su and Jin Chen—what could possibly be between them?"

"I previously discovered that Jin Su is not an ordinary person."

Lin Qian brought this up as if sinking into a deep memory that could drag one in, his head slightly lowered as he continued.

"After all, I'm also a reporter; after a little investigation I discovered the so‑called special ghost‑catching clans and occult forces."

Lin Qian took a deep breath, suddenly lifted his head to stare at Xia Tan, and said, "I looked into Jin Su's friends, followed the clues, and found that he had previously acted against Jin Chen, making him an accomplice of that gang."

Even without Lin Qian spelling it out, Xia Tan knew that "that gang" referred to the Jin Family faction that had killed Jin Chen.

Xia Tan's expression turned slightly grim, his long lashes drooping faintly, making him seem a bit dangerous, causing Lin Qian to feel utterly unfamiliar and involuntarily drop the topic.

Just bringing it up—is Jin Chen's affair really that important to Xia Tan?

Lin Qian looked utterly perplexed.

A few seconds later, Xia Tan slowly smoothed the blanket, her brows and eyes relaxing, as if what just happened had merely been Lin Qian's illusion. 'Why are you telling me that Jin Su isn't your boyfriend?'

Those words hit Lin Qian right where it hurt, and he suddenly clutched the Sofa, 'He cheated.'

Lin Qian even gritted his teeth, 'Jin Su already had a fiancée; he deceived me!'

That, however, is true.

Xia Tan finished the last sip of milk, and when she set the glass back on the coffee table, it made a clear sound, which also brought Lin Qian back to his senses.

Realizing his lapse, Lin Qian shifted uncomfortably, 'Sorry, may I have a glass of ice water?'

'Sure.'

Xia Tan got up to go to the kitchen to pour him water, while also wondering about Lin Qian's intention.

Was he intending to use Jin Chen's hand to get rid of the cheating, betraying Jin Su?

When did Lin Qian become so ruthless.

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