My boyfriend is not a human being? It’s over. I love him even more!

Chapter 145: The Man with the Baby Seeks for His Wife (25)

Fusheng leaned forward and pressed his lips against Chu Xiang's, and said in a daze: "Our home...a ruined Taoist temple?"

"Yes, it is the ruined Taoist temple."

In the forgotten past that Fusheng told Chu Xiang, their home was a dilapidated Taoist temple deep in the mountains. It was called "dilapidated" because, in fact, after Chu Xiang became the hostess, the Taoist temple had been tidied up very well.

The leaky roof was repaired by Fusheng, and the broken window was repainted with a layer of window paper by Fusheng. The dark and damp bedroom was renovated again. When the weather is good, the sun can shine in, fall on the desk, and illuminate the unknown wild flowers in the vase.

Chu Xiaoman’s favorite thing to do is to lie on the table and stare at the light spots and shadows cast by the sunlight through the leaves. Every time those light spots and shadows move a little, he moves along with them.

Their dilapidated Taoist temple is not as big as the Chu Mansion, nor is it located in a good location in the city where people come and go. However, when it is defined as a "home", the inconspicuous dilapidated Taoist temple has a special meaning.

Fusheng carried Xiaoman on the journey to find Chu Xiang. What he feared most was that Chu Xiang would become attached to the bustling world and would get tired of the quiet days in the mountains.

If that day really comes, what can he do?

At that time, Fusheng could only hold Chu Xiaoman tightly in his arms and said selfishly and absurdly: "Your son is still in my hands."

Although he felt very sorry for Xiaoman, there was indeed a moment when he thought he could use Xiaoman as a "hostage".

But now all his worries were gone. Even though he hadn't pretended to be pitiful and hadn't taken Xiaoman as a hostage, Chu Xiang had already said that she wanted to go home with him.

Fusheng was suddenly at a loss. After he felt that Chu Xiang put him first, the feeling in his chest as if something was about to burst out became stronger.

Chu Xiang hugged him and patted his back gently, "Okay, okay, Fusheng, let's go back quickly, okay?"

The young man uttered a low "hmm", with a slight tremor in the ending tone.

Chu Xiang carefully rolled up the wildly growing white hair with her hands, trying her best to avoid dragging it on the ground and getting it dirty. Fortunately, with her comfort, his emotions should have stabilized a little, and the beautiful white hair finally stopped growing.

Fusheng followed Chu Xiang to pack up his things. When he thought he could leave, Chu Xiang pulled him to sit in front of the dressing table and wanted to tie up his long hair.

Fusheng sat somewhat stiffly, with his brows lowered. He looked uneasily at his long hair hanging in front of his chest and tied up by his hands. His fingers kept pulling the ends of his hair, and he couldn't help but secretly look at Chu Xiang who was looking for a hair tie.

Fortunately, she didn't notice that her hair had grown a lot longer in such a short period of time, otherwise he wouldn't know how to explain it.

Chu Xiang looked at him through the bronze mirror, "Why are you staring at me?"

"I didn't." Fusheng felt guilty and quickly looked away.

The loose long hair slightly covered his profile, making him look more like he was shrouded in moonlight. His cold face was looming, like a glass gem, transparent and bright, yet extremely fragile.

Chu Xiang gathered his long hair with her hands and was able to straighten his hair, which felt so good, without using a wooden comb. She was very careful, because he had a lot of hair, but she was reluctant to break any of it.

"It's okay even if we look at each other." She muttered, "We have already worshipped heaven and earth, so even if we keep looking at each other, it is in accordance with etiquette."

What she said was somewhat untenable. After all, their worship of heaven and earth did not have the words of a matchmaker or the permission of their parents.

Fusheng didn't understand the twists and turns of the mundane world. After hearing Chu Xiang's words that they had worshipped heaven and earth, he could hardly suppress the joy and excitement in his heart.

Raising his head slightly, he looked at the girl standing behind him through the bronze mirror. Her beautiful eyebrows remained curved for a long time.

Chu Xiang's mood suddenly improved. To be honest, his hair was too long and not easy to take care of, so Chu Xiang simply tied his hair up with a red hairband into a ponytail, and finally tidied up his hair. She pulled Fusheng up and was amazed the next moment.

He had disheveled hair all year round, but after tying it up, his face was completely exposed to the air, looking much fresher and more lively. The gloomy aura seemed to have been swept away, leaving only a cheerful look.

The red eyes were now isolated from danger, and were instead as hot as flames, the youthful spirit sweeping over him, finally giving him an unbridled demeanor that matched his appearance.

Who would have thought that such a young man has already married and had children?

Chu Xiang couldn't help it, and rushed over to hug him, "Fusheng, you are so beautiful!"

The tips of Fusheng's ears turned red, and his pale face looked a lot healthier. He was quite shy, his chin gently resting on her shoulder, his fingers hooked on the ribbon of her skirt, and he pursed his lips and laughed softly.

If Chu Xiang wasn't still thinking about Chu Xiaoman, she would definitely drag Fusheng to bed and have sex with him several times!
They left the inn together, and someone happened to help the unconscious girl out of the crowd and walked towards the inn.

The two boys with the same clothes and the same appearance should have attracted attention, but because they were hiding their aura at the same time, they became the least noticeable.

A soft "ding-dong" sound was heard, and everything around seemed to have come to a halt.

Chang Yu raised his eyes and looked across. The white-haired, red-eyed alien made his scalp numb, "Wait... stop!"

Unexpectedly, Chang Yu's outstretched hand seemed to touch a wall of air, difficult to penetrate.

He looked at his hand. It was very clean, but the temperature from the murder he had done not long ago seemed to remain there.

He had killed someone, he had broken his vows, and the curse that had been lurking in him for so long had come to life, now becoming the force that imprisoned him.

Chang Yu's usual simple and innocent smile disappeared. For someone who claimed to be able to figure everything out, when he encountered something incomprehensible, he would become uneasy and panic.

He took out three copper coins again, but before he threw them up, they turned into powder the moment they were exposed to the air.

Chang Yu intuitively felt that this was related to that person. He looked not far away again, and the person over there happened to turn his head at the same time.

The boy who had the same face as Chang Yu curved his eyebrows in a friendly and harmless manner. His smile was more of a sarcasm than a courtesy.

Suddenly, white snow fluttered in the air.

No, it's not flying snow, it's white confetti.

The bustling people around suddenly fell silent. They stood still, and the expressions on their faces slowly stiffened. As the night wind blew, the dark clouds dispersed, the moonlight became bright, and those living people had returned to their original appearance.

Each paper figure is so fragile that when blown by the wind, it turns into floating pieces of paper.

"Chang Yu——"

He understood the shape of the white-haired boy's lips.

"Stay here forever."

Just like he had been imprisoned in the mountains for two hundred years because of a choice, now it was his turn to be left in this silent place because of a wrong choice.