It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Lu Yuanshi stared at Xiao Huai's hand for a long time, then reached out and grabbed Xiao Huai tightly. Holding him was like holding a whole support.

The fear of ghosts just now disappeared completely, and he smiled and said, "Okay."

At first, Xiao Huai was a little suspicious whether Lu Yuanshi was really lying to him, but later when he arrived at the door of his room.

The doubt disappears immediately.

There was indeed a ghost in his room.

But to be honest, this ghost was a bit too stereotypical, as if it had been deliberately arranged to appear in his room.

Through the hole in the paper window, Xiao Huai saw a woman in white clothes with long hair lying on a big red bed, combing her hair in front of a mirror.

The two of them looked through the hole for a few minutes. The female ghost in white kept this posture for a long time and did not stop combing her hair.

Logically speaking, this female ghost should pay attention to the two of them now.

But looking at her like this, it seems like she can't do anything except combing her hair...

Xiao Huai glanced at Lu Yuanshi, who looked up at him, pointed at the woman aggrievedly, and said with his mouth: "That's her."

Even though Xiao Huai's intuition told him that this female ghost was a little too fake, he still maintained basic vigilance towards the game.

Xiao Huai sighed silently, leaned over to his ear and said, "Forget it, you can sleep at my place later."

Lu Yuanshi couldn't help but laugh out loud, as if his plan had succeeded.

The key point is that this time the laughter was caught by Xiao Huai.

Xiao Huai raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "What?"

Lu Yuanshi immediately felt aggrieved again. He held Xiao Huai's arm and pretended to lean on his arms even though he was taller than him.

I'm afraid it's my acting addiction.

"This is the first time someone invites me to spend the night in his room. I'm a little shy."

Xiao Huai: "..."

The expression on his face froze for two seconds, and Xiao Huai pointed to the ground: "I mean you can sleep on the ground."

"Are you shy? It's not like we've slept together before." Lu Yuanshi said in a mean way.

Xiao Huai frowned. He had fainted from exhaustion several times before. How could that be considered sleeping together?

And can this time be compared with the previous times?

This time, every room is decorated as a wedding room.

According to Chinese customs, the bridal chamber is the room reserved for the newlyweds.

Sleeping alone is outrageous enough, and now two, I really have nothing to say.

"You sleep on the floor." He was not good at arguing with Lu Yuan, so these were the only four words he could finally say.

"okay."

Xiao Huai left after he finished speaking. Lu Yuanshi narrowed his eyes and smiled, and followed him unexpectedly obediently.

Xiao Huai looked forward, the opera singing still did not disappear.

Right now, the really important thing is definitely not the female ghost combing Lu Yuanshi’s hair in his room, but who is the person singing the song?

When they came here, the players all saw a big stage.

It was also there that Butler Yang mentioned the young lady of the Yang family for the first time.

Xiao Huai lowered his steps and came to the courtyard with a large stage according to his memory. Before he opened the door, he smelled a strange smell.

Green smoke curled up into the sky, and the air was filled with the smell of burning paper money.

Through the crack in the door, he saw a man in a white mourning robe squatting on the ground, with a basin filled with flames in front of him.

The man held a stack of paper money in his hand and kept throwing it into the brazier.

Xiao Huai concentrated intently, half-closed his eyes and looked through the crack of the door, trying to see clearly who that person was.

Suddenly, a pair of hands rested on his waist.

Xiao Huai's pupils trembled and he hadn't reacted yet.

The next second, he was lifted up.

???

Lu Yuanshi held him up as if he were holding a cat, without feeling any effort at all.

Xiao Huai wanted to see clearly what was inside, but he didn't want to lift him up. He almost kicked Lu Yuanshi.

But soon, his attention was drawn to another place.

Because it is lifted up, you can see farther and have a wider field of vision.

He could also see the people on the stage clearly.

The red cloth covered the stage, but the flames from the burning paper money turned the gauze into a hazy silhouette.

When the actor dances on the stage, every move is extremely graceful. Even if you can't see the person, just the shadow is enough to attract people's attention.

She was born for the stage.

At that moment, this was the only sentence in Xiao Huai's mind.

The curtain fluttered gently in the wind, and light and shadow intertwined.

Suddenly, the person burning the paper stopped moving.

As if he noticed something, he looked back.

Xiao Huai patted Lu Yuanshi's hands on his waist and abdomen. Just when he was about to go down, he suddenly grabbed Lu Yuanshi's knuckles, signaling him to stop and keep holding him up.

Because when the figure turned around, Xiao Huai saw the person's face clearly.

In the light of the fire, the empty eye sockets looked like a bottomless abyss, with no eyeballs, just empty.

Butler Yang.

Can he see? Or...can he not?

Because at that moment, the eyeless steward Yang seemed to look at him.

Xiao Huai turned his head and found that Butler Yang's gaze remained unchanged.

In other words, Butler Yang was not looking at him.

With a "click", Butler Yang knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times towards the west. When he raised his head, tears of blood welled up in his eyes.

He beat his chest, and his choked sobs pierced through the wind, accompanied by the sad and mournful voice of a female opera singer.

Every word reached my ears.

"Mr. Huo, when can you come back? The young lady... misses you..."

Xiao Huai raised his eyebrows, and this time, he lowered his head and made a gesture to leave towards Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuanshi put him down with some reluctance.

The corner of the shirt slid up due to gravity, and when the waist and abdomen were exposed, Lu Yuanshi seemed to have touched them twice.

Xiao Huai's lower abdominal muscles couldn't help but tremble, but in this situation, he could only glare at Lu Yuanshi, tidy up his clothes and walk back.

Lu Yuanshi came to Xiao Huai with a smile, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Your hand is slippery."

Xiao Huai was a grown man, and it didn't seem like he was taking advantage of another man when his hand slipped and touched his waist and abdomen.

He shook his head and was about to leave when Lu Yuanshi pulled his hand away and said, "How about you touch me a couple of times as a token of my gratitude."

Xiao Huai opened his eyes wide and pulled his hand out.

"I don't have that habit." He replied.

Lu Yuanshi: "Many people want to touch me but can't. Are you sure? If you miss this opportunity, you'll never get it again. Touch me, touch me, I'll let you touch me."

Xiao Huai: "..."

Throughout the rest of the journey, Lu Yuanshi seemed to be promoting himself, so Xiao Huai began to normalize the fact that he was touched.

He took a look at Lu Yuanshi's current appearance, and for a moment he imagined him as a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

Lu Yuanshi introduced the whole journey, but Xiao Huai remained indifferent.

All the way to the door of Xiao Huai's room.

Lu Yuanshi's state changed from a peacock to a puppy with drooping ears. Just as his hand touched the door and he was about to push it open.

Xiao Huai grabbed the back of his collar.