My Ghostly Darling Cuddles Me Every Day - Chapter 20.1

Chapter 20.1: Entering a Dream, Kissing.

 

While Xie Yinwan was looking at Bo Yu, Bo Yu was also looking at Xie Yinwan. Xie Yinwan was truly the most beautiful human… ghost Bo Yu had ever seen.

 

When Xie Yinwan had stared at her with a cold face before, Bo Yu already thought she was beautiful—beautiful with a certain charming, petulant edge. Now that Xie Yinwan’s cheeks were flushed, she was even lovelier, and that sense of charm had deepened.

 

Bo Yu didn’t notice at all that Xie Yinwan was staring at her lips. Unconsciously, Bo Yu thought that Xie Yinwan looked to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. If that was the age she died, it was a pity to have ended her life so young.

 

Then her mind wandered. If Xie Yinwan was from the Wei or Jin dynasties and had married and had children at thirteen or fourteen, her child could have been twelve or thirteen. If Xie Yinwan was older than she looked—say, twenty-seven or twenty-eight—then her child would be fifteen or sixteen, and that child might even have a child of their own.

 

Oh my, Bo Yu thought wildly, Xie Yinwan could be a grandmother. That’s quite tragic.

 

Xie Yinwan stared intently at Bo Yu’s lips, thinking: she wanted to enter Bo Yu’s dream right now. She looked up, intending to make Bo Yu fall into a deep sleep, only to see Bo Yu looking back at her with a complex expression full of… pity?

 

Xie Yinwan: “?” What is that expression?

 

Xie Yinwan lifted a finger, her hand hovering near Bo Yu’s slender, fragile neck.

 

Before Xie Yinwan could scold or choke her, Bo Yu spoke quickly: “Immortal, I was thinking… since you can taste things, I can ask my family to make some delicious desserts for me to burn for you. Do you like sweets, Immortal?”

 

Xie Yinwan said coldly, “The expression you had just now—you weren’t just pondering desserts, were you?”

 

Bo Yu: “I was hesitating whether to ask, fearing you wouldn’t like it.”

 

Xie Yinwan narrowed her cold eyes. Bo Yu grew nervous.

 

Xie Yinwan glared at Bo Yu with a frozen face, but her thoughts had already drifted away. Her mind was filled with the images of those two girls kissing in the car. Twisting and turning, entwining… it looked so comfortable. So comfortable that the girl on top had let out soft, delicate sounds from her throat.

 

Xie Yinwan’s throat moved slightly. She said flatly, “As you wish.”

 

Bo Yu: “!” Wonderful!

 

“Great,” Bo Yu smiled, her lips curving upward. “I’ll have the family make them tomorrow. Once they’re ready, I’ll burn them for you.”

 

Xie Yinwan snapped back to reality and her face cooled again. “Forget it. I don’t like them.”

 

Bo Yu: “?”

 

Bo Yu didn’t know which sentence had triggered her this time. She thought it over and tried tentatively: “I’m sorry, Immortal. My family’s cooking might not suit your palate. How about I try making them myself? If you don’t like them, you can just throw them away.”

 

“Acceptable.”

 

“…” So she insists I make them personally.

 

But Bo Yu didn’t know how to bake; she rarely even set foot in the kitchen. She suddenly thought of Sheng Nanyan, who loved making desserts and was very good at it. She could ask Nanyan to teach her, but Nanyan wasn’t back yet. She’d have to let the family’s chef teach her first.

 

“Who are you thinking about?” Xie Yinwan’s gaze was sharp.

 

Bo Yu’s heart skipped. She replied softly, “I’ve never made desserts before, so I was thinking about asking someone at home to teach me. We have many staff members; I was wondering which one makes the best sweets.”

 

“Mhm.”

 

Bo Yu looked out at the night scenery, a sense of satisfaction blooming in her heart. Xie Yinwan seemed to be a ghost with a sharp tongue but a soft heart. As long as the Immortal had a need, Bo Yu would work hard to fulfill it. And now, making desserts was a very achievable goal.

 

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Xie Yinwan asked out of the blue.

 

Bo Yu: “?”

 

“It’s rare for me to be out. I’m not sleepy yet and don’t want to go back to bed.”

 

“You can sleep in the car.”

 

“But sleeping in the car isn’t safe.”

 

“Why isn’t it safe?”

 

Bo Yu didn’t understand what Xie Yinwan was getting at. Was she bored of wandering? Did she want Bo Yu to sleep? Regardless, Bo Yu answered seriously: “If you sleep with the windows closed, you could suffocate from lack of oxygen. If you sleep with them open, it’s easy to catch a cold. I’ve been taught this since I was a child.”

 

“…” What kind of rubbish education is that? Xie Yinwan was annoyed.

 

Bo Yu looked straight ahead, sensing that Xie Yinwan was glaring at her. Once again, she had no idea which sentence had offended the ghost. What a difficult young lady to serve, Bo Yu thought privately, not daring to let it show.

 

What else was there to do besides sleep? Sleeping was the most interesting thing. Xie Yinwan, having just observed people kissing and having just drunk wine, was frustrated by this.

 

Bo Yu tried to coax her: “There’s a night market nearby that stays open very late. Would the Immortal like to go? We can see what you like, and I’ll buy it to burn for you.”

 

“I don’t want to.” Xie Yinwan was disinterested.

 

Bo Yu: “What about clothes? Shall I accompany the Immortal to look at some? There are women’s boutiques open twenty-four hours.”

 

Xie Yinwan remained uninterested. She stared for a while at Bo Yu’s lips—which looked very kissable—then retracted her gaze. She looked around nonchalantly and finally fixed her eyes on the wheel Bo Yu was holding. “How do you drive this thing?”

 

Bo Yu grew excited. “Shall I teach you?”

 

As soon as she said it, she felt something was off. Xie Yinwan had been drinking. Did that count as drunk driving for a ghost?

 

However, she couldn’t take the words back. Xie Yinwan had already drifted between her and the steering wheel. It was as if she were sitting on Bo Yu’s lap, her body partially overlapping with Bo Yu’s.

 

Bo Yu’s breath hitched for a moment. She looked up and saw Xie Yinwan’s hand covering the back of hers—though it felt as if the hand were just floating there as a hollow form.

 

“Immortal, the left is the brake, and the right is the accelerator,” Bo Yu taught patiently in a soft voice. “Keep your left foot still; use only your right foot to control them.”

 

Xie Yinwan turned around, frowning. “Which side is left?”

 

“…” Illiterate, and can’t tell left from right. Xie Yinwan’s common sense is a total mystery.

 

Bo Yu raised her left hand and pointed. “This side is left.”

 

Xie Yinwan turned back thoughtfully. After a few seconds, she completely forgot which foot was which. She reached back and pinched Bo Yu’s waist. “Teach me properly. Say it again.”

 

The pinch felt like a physical pressure. Bo Yu was ticklish; being pinched made her squirm to the side, laughing. “Don’t pinch! I’ll teach you properly.”

 

“Hurry up.”

 

“…” She’s the one who can’t remember, yet she’s taking it out on me.

 

Bo Yu raised her right hand, passing it by Xie Yinwan’s waist, intending to tap Xie Yinwan’s right leg to demonstrate the movement. But her hand passed right through the ghost’s body, and she only ended up hitting her own leg.

 

Bo Yu froze slightly.

 

Xie Yinwan: “This Immortal only has form. You will never be able to touch me.”

 

Bo Yu’s mind dazed for a moment. She unconsciously repeated: “Never be able to touch you?”

 

Xie Yinwan said flatly: “If you die, perhaps you could.”

 

That night, Bo Yu taught Xie Yinwan how to drive, especially the rules of traffic lights and the importance of not hitting people or cars. Afterward, Xie Yinwan “drunk drove” while sitting between Bo Yu and the wheel for a long time, taking her on a tour until past 4:00 AM. Xie Yinwan’s ghostly power was immense; whenever her physical reactions were too slow, she used her power to keep them safe.

 

Sunrise in late August was around 5:00 AM. Although Xie Yinwan hadn’t said they must return before dawn, Bo Yu remembered the online posts saying ghosts couldn’t face the sun. She didn’t dare ask, so she simply assumed it was true for Xie Yinwan. She suggested going home and they arrived before sunrise.

 

Upon returning, the first thing Bo Yu did was heat and drink her herbal medicine. She had seen too many ghosts that night—even animal ghosts—and she was afraid of falling ill. She drank two pouches. After washing up and changing into pajamas, she sent a message to the family group saying she had “lost track of time reading and was going to bed, so don’t wake her for breakfast.” The housekeeper replied with “Received” and “Goodnight.” Bo Yu fell asleep amidst a mix of excitement and exhaustion.

 

As soon as she fell into a deep sleep, Xie Yinwan, whose face was still flushed from the wine, drifted into the body of the “Xiexie” doll. She skillfully climbed onto Bo Yu’s chest and fell asleep while kissing Bo Yu’s collarbone.

 

It’s so stinky outside. Only this sister is fragrant.

 

A moment later, the cotton doll felt uncomfortable. After some squirming, she burrowed inside Bo Yu’s pajamas. The doll’s mouth pressed against Bo Yu’s heart. After thinking “I like this” countless times, she finally squinted her eyes and fell asleep in comfort.

 

When Bo Yu woke up, she was momentarily confused about whether it was day or night. Then, she felt extremely weak. No headache, no body aches, no fever, no chills. But her body was soft and lacked any strength.

 

So it’s not a cold, and I didn’t get ‘ghost sickness’. Then it must be…

 

Bo Yu reached for her phone on the nightstand to check the date. She froze. In disbelief, she pulled the “Xiexie” doll out from inside her pajamas.

 

Bo Yu: “??” It was one thing to hug the doll to sleep, but why did I stuff her into my clothes this morning??

 

Her sleeping habits were getting weirder—so weird that her face turned slightly pink. What if I suddenly stuff her into my pajama pants one day? The thought made Bo Yu go pale; that would be too perverted. She hastily put the doll in the wardrobe and shut the door.

 

Xie Yinwan, inexplicably locked in the dark wardrobe: “?”

 

Bo Yu lay back on the bed and checked her rut period tracker. The reminder was for tomorrow. Her cycle was usually a very consistent 28 days, only occasionally arriving a day early. She carefully checked her gland; there was no heat or swelling. Her weakness was likely just from staying up all night. Since her cycle was usually so punctual, she didn’t worry about it.

 

She opened WeChat and saw a message from Jin Xuan. Jin Xuan: “How is your body this week? Is the medicine working?”

 

Bo Yu remembered she wanted to treat Jin Xuan to a meal to ask her questions. However, she felt drained today and tomorrow was her rut. She replied: “It works very well. I was just about to thank you. By the way, are you free next weekend? I’d like to take you out for a meal.”

 

Jin Xuan immediately called her. Her clear, smiling voice came through the speaker: “The second miss of the Bo family wants to treat me? Of course I’m free. Next Saturday or Sunday? Since the old lady doesn’t let you out at night, shall we do lunch?”

 

Xie Yinwan, locked in the closet: “?” Bo Yu wants to feast with that damn Taoist??

 

Just as Bo Yu was about to answer, there was a loud CLANG from the wardrobe.

 

Bo Yu told Jin Xuan to wait and went to check. She found that the hanging rod in the closet where she’d just put Xiexie had fallen. Over a dozen garments had tumbled down. Bo Yu was shocked; the rod had been sturdy for years, why did it break now?

 

She moved the clothes aside and pulled Xiexie out from the bottom. She rubbed the doll’s head pityingly: “Did that hurt?”

 

Xie Yinwan’s head was wobbled back and forth by the rubbing. She was so angry she wanted to bite Bo Yu’s hand. I hate that stinky Taoist!

 

Bo Yu carried the doll back to the bed and picked up her phone. “Something just fell. I’ve picked it up. Let’s do next Saturday at noon then? I’ll pick you up at your shop?”

 

Bo Yu had just woken up; her voice was still soft. Jin Xuan’s voice grew even more amused: “Alright. Next Saturday at noon. I’ll wait for you.”

 

After getting up, Bo Yu ate something and regained some strength. She chatted with her grandmother and played with the pets. Later, her grandmother took a nap, and the staff fixed the wardrobe. Bo Yu went back to her room.

 

Suddenly, she felt an intense heat. Her gland began to throb slightly. She turned the AC up, locked the door, drew the curtains, and went to the bathroom to undress. She took out a small mirror.

 

Her gland, by a stroke of awkward luck, was located near her private parts. This position was very embarrassing for her. When she first differentiated as an adult, her grandmother had hired a physiology teacher to explain everything about Alpha rut cycles. The teacher had suggested observing the gland’s changes to understand herself better. Bo Yu had never wanted to look; it felt too strange.

 

Even now, she couldn’t overcome her traditional modesty. She didn’t look. She was at home and the door was locked; nothing would happen. If it got too uncomfortable, she’d just take a suppressant.

 

Bo Yu changed into loose pajamas and sat on the bed, searching online for information about the hierarchy of the underworld, trying to guess where Xie Yinwan ranked.

 

Without realizing it, she drifted off.

 

Bo Yu felt dazed. She didn’t know where she was; she seemed to be passing through layer after layer of thick mist. Finally, as she broke through the fog, she saw Xie Yinwan.

 

“Baby,” Xie Yinwan was reclining on a beach, wearing a set of sexy, translucent silk robes. “Come here.”

 

Bo Yu walked over in a daze. “Immortal?”

 

Xie Yinwan shook her head. “I am not an Immortal.”

 

Bo Yu knelt on the sand, hugging her knees and looking at the beautiful woman before her. She noticed a bright red dot between Xie Yinwan’s brows.

 

Bo Yu asked blankly, “Then who are you?”

 

Xie Yinwan: “I am the demon of desire from the depths of your heart. I am in your dream. Whoever you are thinking of, I will take their form.”

 

Bo Yu was stunned. A demon of desire? How could that be? She knew she and Xie Yinwan were human and ghost—their paths were separate. She wouldn’t have such fantasies.

 

“Baby, who do you see?”

 

Bo Yu murmured, “Xie Yinwan.”

 

Xie Yinwan smiled. “Then that is who I am.”

 

Bo Yu was confused. “But if I think of someone else, will you change into them too?”

 

Xie Yinwan’s expression turned cold for two seconds. What does she mean? Is she going to think of that stinky Taoist? Or that Zhu Ying? Or some other man? Xie Yinwan maintained her smile, but the surrounding temperature dropped two degrees. “Certainly. You can try, baby.”

 

Bo Yu thought about it and shook her head. “I don’t know who else to think of.” She had never felt desire for anyone, only longing for her mother.

 

Xie Yinwan felt slightly more satisfied. She wore a seductive smile and looked deep into Bo Yu’s eyes. Bo Yu looked at the smile and couldn’t help but think: Xie Yinwan is so beautiful.

 

So this is what she looks like when she smiles. She was beautiful when she sneered, beautiful when she was angry, and beautiful when she was drunk. But this soft, smiling version was even lovelier—a vivid, red-rose kind of beauty.

 

A breeze blew by, ruffling Xie Yinwan’s hair. A strand covered her eye, and she used her long, pale fingers to tuck it elegantly behind her ear. Bo Yu was mesmerized. At this moment, Xie Yinwan lacked the gloom and cold pride of a ghost; she looked as ethereal and graceful as a true deity.

 

Is the demon of desire in my heart actually a goddess?

 

After a long moment, Bo Yu snapped out of it under Xie Yinwan’s meaningful gaze and looked down, embarrassed. She stole a glance at what Xie Yinwan was wearing. It wasn’t the wide-sleeved Hanfu she had burned; it was a modern, translucent, sexy piece of lingerie. She could catch glimpses of pale, smooth skin beneath. Her figure was graceful, full of soft curves.

 

“What are you looking at, baby? Am I pretty?” Xie Yinwan asked with a laugh.

 

Bo Yu nodded. Pretty. Truly pretty. So pretty that she felt a bit dizzy. Xie Yinwan’s legs were bare from the calf down; her ankles were slender and her feet were milky white. Bo Yu felt a strange urge to hold them, to touch them.

 

“I feel a bit unwell,” Bo Yu sat down slowly on the sand. She gripped her shirt; it was soaked with sweat and felt sticky. “I’m very hot. Aren’t you hot?”

 

Xie Yinwan waved her hand. In an instant, the bright daylight turned into a clear night. A bright moon hung high, the stars were a river of light, and cool breezes began to blow.

 

“How about now? Better?”

 

Bo Yu looked at the sky. The stars were shimmering; it was magical.

 

“Still hot?”

 

Xie Yinwan crawled over, her fingers lightly brushing the back of Bo Yu’s hand. Xie Yinwan’s fingers were warm, not cold.

 

Bo Yu was finally certain she was in a dream. She wanted to hold Xie Yinwan’s hand to see if she could actually touch her. But she didn’t dare try.

 

“I don’t know.” Bo Yu still felt the heat. She looked down and saw a thin black line on Xie Yinwan’s wrist—no, it wasn’t a line. It looked like a strand of Bo Yu’s own hair.

 

“This is…?”

 

“This is your hair, baby. Did you forget?”

 

Bo Yu’s heart skipped a beat. Was this her imagination, or something else? She didn’t know. She gently pulled her hand away and scratched her brow. Xie Yinwan gave a soft laugh and withdrew her hand.

 

“Want some cold water?” Xie Yinwan asked, looking at Bo Yu’s crimson cheeks.

 

Bo Yu shook her head.

 

“I think I’m in my rut,” Bo Yu fanned her collar. “Do you have any suppressants?”

 

Xie Yinwan had heard ghosts use modern terms. She knew a “rut” was what they called a “period of high fire” in ancient times, and “suppressants” were like “tranquility pills.” It seemed Bo Yu was a “Tian Qian” (Alpha). An Alpha in their high fire period needed the comfort of a “Kun Ze” (Omega).

 

Xie Yinwan shook her head. “I don’t have any.”

 

Bo Yu was disappointed; the restlessness inside her was intense.

 

Xie Yinwan: “But perhaps… you can come closer and smell me. See if it helps you.”

 

Bo Yu thought about it and shook her head, burying her feet in the sand. She couldn’t touch Xie Yinwan, so how could she smell her? Without hope, there would be no disappointment.

 

Bo Yu looked up. Xie Yinwan was leaning on her side, propped up by her elbow. The angle made her robes drape lower, revealing her full chest. Bo Yu quickly looked away and asked softly, “Where are we?”

 

Xie Yinwan smirked. “In your dream. In your subconscious. We are wherever you want us to be.”

 

Bo Yu wanted to be somewhere cool.

 

In the blink of an eye, they were standing in a world of pure white snow. Xie Yinwan, still in her translucent silk, stood before her, as holy as the snow itself.

 

Bo Yu’s throat moved. “Aren’t you cold?”

 

Xie Yinwan laughed. “Baby, I’m not cold.”

 

Bo Yu’s ears burned. “Why do you keep calling me ‘baby’?” No one called her that; even her family called her Xiao Yu.

 

Xie Yinwan: “Because you want me to call you that, baby.”

 

Do I? Do I really want that? Bo Yu’s thoughts were becoming muddled and hazy again. She felt Xie Yinwan was wrong, yet the ghost insisted these were her deepest thoughts. Did she truly harbor such forbidden desires for Xie Yinwan?

 

“I… I’m still so hot.” Bo Yu’s breathing was becoming labored from the heat.

 

Xie Yinwan stepped onto the white snow with her bare feet, walking toward Bo Yu. “Is it very bad?”

 

Bo Yu nodded. She could feel her feet on the snow, she could feel the coldness of the ground, yet she still felt burning hot.

 

Xie Yinwan reached out her pale, slender hands and slowly encircled Bo Yu’s waist. She looked up and said: “Baby, if you’re hot… just take it off.”

 

Bo Yu froze. The sensation of being held was also… warm. It wasn’t the icy touch of form and air that Xie Yinwan usually used.

 

“You… you can actually hold me?” Bo Yu whispered.