Chapter 1918: Living with Mr. Ghost: Odd Tales 34

In the spacious bedroom.

The floor-to-ceiling window curtains were tightly shut; on the bed, Xia Tan, trapped by yin Qi, kept thrashing, but the extent of his struggle gradually lessened.

Xia Tan felt he had become quite strange.

Obviously, when previously tormented by this evil ghost, aside from the ever-present fear, there was only repulsion.

But now, merely being entwined by the strange-feeling yin Qi made his whole body go limp, unable to muster any strength.

"Let go of me… let go!"

The black mist binding Xia Tan's ankles slowly shifted, as if being rubbed by a palm.

Xia Tan let out a hoarse, angry growl; even the corners of his pale eyes flushed slightly red, and his sleepwear was rubbed open, revealing his slender waist.

The resentful ghost on the bed was in disarray, while Jin Chen sat at the foot of the bed on the sofa, yin Qi swirling around his fingertips under his control, appearing completely at ease.

Are you sure you want to let go?

Jin Chen asked in a low voice with an unclear meaning, then gave a soft hum, the rising tone like a hook that tugs at the heart.

Xia Tan struggled hard, lifted his head and glared at him fiercely; black patterns crawled up from his jaw, and even when distorted with anger, they did not diminish his beauty—instead, they easily stirred a desire to humiliate.

Alright, I'll listen to you.

Jin Chen leaned back slightly, his distinct knuckles twitching; the yin Qi was completely severed, silently releasing its hold on Xia Tan.

Xia Tan immediately wanted to rush over and kill him.

But after just a few movements, he realized that the earlier inexplicable torment had left him feeling uncomfortable all over, stuck in an uneasy state, and he actually felt reluctant to see the yin Qi leave.

Xia Tan couldn't believe this change in himself; the arm propping him on the bed trembled slightly, and he eventually collapsed helplessly back.

The next second, Jin Chen leaned forward and pressed down, using his hand to comb back Xia Tan's disheveled hair as a scorching, domineering kiss fell.

No… mm…

Xia Tan's pupils shrank to pinpoints; the black patterns spreading across his face were eerily like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, yet they were gently stroked and then covered by a palm.

His breath was seized; an unfamiliar yet familiar sandalwood scent instantly enveloped him, leaving Xia Tan seemingly unable to think, his icy, darkening slender fingertips instinctively clutching the sheets.

Why……

Quite strange.

Jin Chen noticed Xia Tan's struggle as he regained consciousness, refused to let go, gripped both his hands, pressed them firmly to his forehead, and as he kissed again, he exhaled wisps of black smoke from his thin lips, which passed into Xia Tan's slightly parted lips.

In an instant, Xia Tan shuddered uncontrollably, choking as if drowning; the Ghost King's aura permeated everything, and the absolute dominance robbed him of reason.

Amid the trembling, Xia Tan slightly lifted his gaze, meeting Jin Chen's gloomy depths, and a sudden chill rose along his back.

Useless.

Jin Chen narrowed his long, peach-blossom eyes, unexpectedly appearing magnificently charming, as he stroked Xia Tan's cheek with a smile, saying, "I've let you go, yet you still can't move."

Xia Tan's brows knit, he gritted his teeth in anger, turned his face to avoid the kiss, and said, "Pervert."

But the body previously affected by the purple Qi was unusually honest, completely unable to resist, merely submitting.

What on earth do you want to do!

Xia Tan's voice was gloomy and fragile, as if he were struggling to suppress something, his eyes filled with a killing intent that was hard to contain.

But the more he did so, the harsher Jin Chen's suppression became.

Jin Chen grabbed Xia Tan's fingertips and bit them, feeling an inexplicable pleasure, then coaxingly repeated Xia Tan's question.

What am I thinking?

Jin Chen's tone was light and leisurely as he lowered his gaze to him, gently covering his fragile neck; the patterns on his palm, separated by a thin layer of skin, rubbed against the pale blue veins.

Guabao will know right away.

The yin Qi that had just been infused silently eroded Xia Tan's brain without warning.

Accompanied by Jin Chen's brief teasing laugh, many images suddenly surfaced in Xia Tan's mind, and the Adam's apple held down by his palm twitched a few times.

Xia Tan was forced to empathize with Jin Chen's fantasy.

Those entangled, naked, chaotic images.

Long breaths connected them; after being kissed to the point of saturation, they exhaled a bloody heat.

Pool water overflowed, droplets fell onto wet tiles, the constantly dripping tabletop trembled, and the mirror surface became mottled.

Tossing and turning, scorching hot.

The exhaled heat trembled, lofty.

Dark bluish veins wound sinuously; the soft flesh that had sunk in was easily controlled, and the kiss brought a drop of thick blood from the vivid red lips, which was then sucked dry.

Outside the fantasy, Xia Tan's gaze scattered, his shoulders and neck lightly trembled, bewildered and at a loss, frightened into panic by the uncontrollable images.

No…… don't.

Xia Tan could only utter feeble murmurs from the gap of his lips, his consciousness dazedly rising, and in the next instant Jin Chen seized his flailing ankle, covering it again without pressure.

At a certain moment, the sensation of reality overlapped with the fantasy.

Xia Tan kept wavering between wakefulness and obsession, nearly breaking, clinging to Jin Chen's shoulder and suddenly tensing his body with force.

Little bee.

Jin Chen maliciously bit Xia Tan's ear tip, his voice slightly hoarse as he said, "Little bee, spit out the honey."

Ugh……

Xia Tan struggled out of the fantasy, lost all strength, and completely collapsed into Jin Chen's embrace, his mind a blank mess, the bed in utter disarray.

How could this evil ghost have become so depraved?

Jin Chen withdrew the yin Qi, pressed his fingertip firmly against Xia Tan's bitten-open lip, squeezed out a bit of fresh blood, and casually smeared it on his lips.

Xia Tan's skin was pallid, his sweat-drenched hair jet black, only his lips a vivid crimson, pried open by somewhat rough fingers and taken in.

He heard Jin Chen's low-voiced teasing.

It's just empathy; Guabao is very sensitive.

Xia Tan glared at him.

Jin Chen felt rather innocent instead, 'You just wanted to know what I was thinking, didn't you?'

Xia Tan: '……'

Xia Tan, gasping with rage, barely mustered strength, threw herself onto Jin Chen's shoulder and bit down hard.

Jin Chen even pressed her fragile nape in an encouraging manner, his voice hoarse: 'Is this flirting?'

Her teeth bit down harder and deeper in response.

But Xia Tan was weak-willed, listlessly unable to muster strength, only managing to break the skin and taste a hint of blood.

Xia Tan, seething with anger, shifted back, glared at Jin Chen, and snapped, 'Shameless!'

Jin Chen lay lazily smiling, his clothes barely disturbed, yet the neck where Xia Tan had been kissed and the rumpled sleepwear revealed their intimacy.

In life she had been tormented to a wretched state; now as a ghost she was still being bullied beyond recognition.

Xia Tan realized this, and when she was again drawn into a kiss, an unknown thought arose; fierce intent rose from her palm, and specks of violet energy replaced the black mist seeping from her fingertips.

The yin qi of a fierce ghost could not harm Jin Chen, the Ghost King, but the violet energy channeled into Xia Tan's dantian could.

Jin Chen had let his guard down; by the time he reacted, he couldn't dodge, and a long blood streak burned from the freshly bitten shoulder, spreading down to beneath his collarbone.

Fresh blood streamed down.

Jin Chen hadn't expected such lethal force; he raised an eyebrow, touched the sore spot, and found his fingers smeared with blood.

As expected, the completely blackened fierce-ghost wife was extremely ferocious.