Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Jiang Yuchuan's face turned red, his heartbeat accelerated instantly, he tilted his head back, and stammered to persuade her.

"Shengsheng...you can't...you can't always be like this."

"Have you never thought about it?" Song Yuesheng floated in front of him and winked slyly, "You haven't insisted on sleeping in the same bed with me since the second grade of junior high school. Isn't it because you had a beautiful dream and were afraid of scaring me?"

Jiang Yuchuan's heart beat faster and faster. He lowered his head and stared at his shoes, as if he could inspire himself to be brave enough to be in front of her just by not looking at her.

"Yes...I'm sorry..."

The sound was like sand blown by the wind, low and hoarse.

Song Yuesheng laughed even more happily. She rubbed his head and said, "Xiao Jiangzi, what should you do if you are so innocent and are taken advantage of by bad guys?"

Jiang Yuchuan wanted to say that no one dared to touch the young master of the Jiang family, but he heard her regretful voice.

"I should have done it on the day I confessed my feelings."

He didn't know what he was thinking, he hugged her waist and fell on the bed.

The two were only a fist's distance apart.

Jiang Yuchuan's gaze was scorching, and even his breath was frighteningly hot.

Song Yuesheng did not forget his identity and poked his face: "Xiao Jiangzi, I am not a human."

Tsk.

It's a bit awkward.

Jiang Yuchuan held her hand and kissed her palm: "I won't do anything else."

The coldness of his palms and the chillness of his arms forced him to face a reality.

He and Shengsheng are from two different worlds.

Jiang Yuchuan swallowed his bitterness, buried his head in her neck, and coaxed her softly: "Shengsheng, just stay with me to sleep for a while."

At this moment, a red mist floated in the room.

A slender hand grabbed Song Yuesheng and pulled her out from under Jiang Yuchuan.

Zuiyue told her the precautions again.

"Xiao Song, you are a ghost messenger. How can a ghost messenger have sex with a human? Do you want to take a tour of the Eighteen Levels of Hell?"

Jiang Yuchuan took out a dagger from under the pillow and stared coldly at the dirty thing that suddenly broke in.

"Let Shengsheng go!"

Zuiyue blinked and slapped his forehead in annoyance.

Careless.

She forgot that living beings could see her.

In order to maintain order in the human world, she pretended to be profound and said, "Human, I have been ordered to confer Song Yuesheng as an immortal. Humans and immortals have different paths... puff..."

She was punched to the ground.

How could an ordinary human being hurt her!

Zuiyue rubbed his face and stood up from the ground, staring carefully at the man who was protecting Song Yuesheng.

Oh, it turns out to be a pure energy.

"Xiao Jiangzi, she is Mengpo Zuiyue. Lord Yan sent her to help me complete the task. She is not a bad person."

“How could you…” Zuiyue opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

Song Yuesheng interrupted her and explained: "Xiao Jiangzi is not an outsider, I don't want to hide it from him."

Jiang Yuchuan held her hand tightly, fearing that Meng Po would pull him away again.

Zuiyue touched his nose.

Lord Yama has something fishy on his head.

but……

Why did she feel like she had seen this human somewhere before?

"Zuiyue, I know what I am doing. Please don't report it to Lord Yan. I can tell you more stories."

"...Okay, let's talk about two every day from now on."

She is only responsible for answering Xiao Song's questions and solving their problems, so she would not go to the King of Hell's Palace for nothing.

I didn’t expect to get the joy of double the story.

Not a loss!

Song Yuesheng stood on tiptoe, leaned on Jiang Yuchuan's shoulder, and blew into his ear: "Zuiyue is gone. Xiao Jiangzi, let's go to bed."

Jiang Yuchuan's Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably, and his amber eyes flashed.

Suddenly, his expression changed and he quickly let go of Song Yuesheng's hand.

He turned his back and didn't look at her.

"I...I'm going to take a shower..."

After Jiang Yuchuan finished speaking, he quickly slipped into the bathroom, as if he was afraid that Song Yuesheng would discover something.

As the cold water entered my body, the scorching heat slowly dissipated.

Suddenly, Song Yuesheng's joyful voice was heard outside the door.

"Xiao Jiangzi, I don't mind you shouting out loud~"

Jiang Yuchuan was startled and his reaction became more obvious.

He faced the cold water in shame and anger, his eyes were misty and his fair skin was red.

Shengsheng is so bad.

**

"Don't be angry, I promise to pretend I didn't see it next time."

"Not teasing you either."

In the large classroom of the Finance Department, Song Yuesheng sat in the first row, propped up his head, and expressed his apologies to Jiang Yuchuan, who was about to curl up into a ball.

She didn't expect that because of that sentence, he hadn't said a word to her from morning till now.

Students coming to class came in one after another.

Song Yuesheng picked up the pen on the table and turned it around: "Xiao Jiangzi, you don't want your classmates to see you like this, do you?"

"..."

Shengsheng is an idiot.

When has he ever cared about what others think?

Song Yuesheng sighed softly, his eyes full of helplessness: "What do you want me to do in order to talk to you?"

Jiang Yuchuan pursed his lips tightly, struggled for a while, turned on the recording software on his mobile phone, and muttered softly.

"Promise not to tease me again. Shengsheng, I'm a normal person. If you do that again, something bad will really happen."

Song Yuesheng's attention was on the person coming in from the back door and he didn't hear what Jiang Yuchuan said.

She put the pen on the table and said, "I won't delay your class. I'll go sit in the back and see you after class."

……

"Xiao Song, Vice President Murong is too irresponsible as a boyfriend. He always lets you take the seat."

Qianyan wiped the desk and replied shyly: "Senior, don't talk nonsense, he and I are just friends."

"Oh……"

"We understand, but we won't tell anyone."

The two senior students in the front row looked at each other and smiled gossipyly.

"So your name is Xiao Song."

When Qianyan heard the sound, she paused from wiping the table and slowly raised her head.

Female ghost hunter!

"Classmate, you are not from our department."

Song Yuesheng sat next to Qianyan naturally, put his index finger on his lips, and whispered to the two people in the front row: "I'm filling in for someone else. Please keep it a secret. If it's discovered, my 10 yuan will be wasted."

"Yes, we understand."

"I've also been a substitute for someone else. Junior sister, be careful and don't talk to people casually."

The two senior students gave Song Yuesheng a lot of advice, then turned away pretending nothing had happened.

Song Yuesheng stretched out his legs to block Qianyan from leaving, curled his lips, and smiled playfully: "Xiao Song, you are getting better quickly, how much did you eat?"

Qianyan clenched her fists, bit her lip and stared at her: "If you have the guts, do it now."

This is a classroom, and she is sure that the ghost hunter in front of her would not dare to do anything.

Song Yuesheng brushed her hair and put her arms on the desk.

Her leg was sore from lifting it, so she changed to another one.

Just like a bad girl.

The more she didn't say anything, the more anxious Qianyan became.

"you……"

Qianyan suddenly grabbed her skirt, her eyebrows drooping: "Can't you just let me go?"

Immediately afterwards, a shadow appeared in front of Song Yuesheng.

The tone is frivolous.

"Girl, forgive others when you can. Chasing too closely will be bad for your reputation."