My Ghostly Darling Cuddles Me Every Day - Chapter 21.2

Chapter 21.2

She didn’t know what Xie Yinwan wanted to watch, so she could only keep clicking on the next video.

On one hand, she was looking after Xie Yinwan, scrolling through videos for her; on the other hand, she had to keep chatting with her grandmother, making sure the conversation didn’t drop.

Bo Yu’s nerves were highly strained.

Finally, she heard Xie Yinwan say, “Stop.”

Bo Yu glanced at the phone screen and saw a video of two long-haired girls playing a blindfolded game. They seemed to be smelling each other’s faces; the two girls were so close they were almost kissing.

Bo Yu’s head felt like it exploded with a boom.

Xie Yinwan actually liked watching this? Xie Yinwan liked girls?

“This is interesting,” Xie Yinwan’s voice was soft and gentle, her tone sounding very intrigued.

Bo Yu didn’t know why she was worried, and she wasn’t the type of person to imagine others liking her for no reason.

Xie Yinwan definitely didn’t like her—otherwise, why would she always lose her temper with her and constantly threaten to kill her?

But scenes of “ghost weddings” she had seen in movies and dramas flashed vividly before her eyes.

Suddenly, Xie Yinwan reached out and pointed at a dessert on the table in front of the two girls on the screen. “Make this and burn it for this Immortal.”

Bo Yu’s heart felt a massive surge of relief, and her shoulders slumped.

It turned out Xie Yinwan just liked their dessert.

A flash of mischievousness crossed Xie Yinwan’s eyes, having successfully teased Bo Yu.

Bo Yu directed her grandmother to look at the moon in the lake while she leaned over to look at the dessert on the phone.

Judging by the shape, it was Peach Blossom Pastry.

Bo Yu gave a slight nod, meaning she could do it.

It was just making a dessert; she could just follow the steps with the family’s kitchen auntie.

Watching Bo Yu’s relaxed state, Xie Yinwan’s eyebrows arched. She suddenly tightened her grip on Bo Yu’s waist, leaned into her ear, and asked in a low voice, “Little Fish, what are they doing?”

Bo Yu’s heart, which had just settled, leaped back into her throat. Her scalp tingled. She couldn’t answer Xie Yinwan in front of her grandmother, so she pretended to scratch her head and shook it.

“You don’t know what they are doing?”

Bo Yu shook her head: Don’t know.

“Do you think what they’re doing is interesting?”

Bo Yu shook her head: Uninteresting.

“But this Immortal finds it very interesting and wants to try it with you.”

Bo Yu shook her head frantically and covered her left ear tightly.

“You dare refuse this Immortal?”

Bo Yu lowered her hands and made a pleading gesture to Xie Yinwan, begging her to stop messing with her.

At that moment, the old lady looked over at Bo Yu. “Xiao Yu, what are you doing?”

Bo Yu retracted her hands and smiled back at her grandmother. “Just playing around, it’s nothing.”

The old lady raised an eyebrow and muttered that Xiao Yu was acting strange tonight.

Xie Yinwan curled her lips in a light smile. She reached out her finger, imitating Bo Yu’s motion to swipe the screen.

Xie Yinwan watched with great interest: “Tsk.”

Seeing that Xie Yinwan could swipe the videos herself now, Bo Yu placed the phone beside her, letting her watch on her own.

Xie Yinwan had to bend over, which looked tiring, so she moved to pick up the phone.

Bo Yu quickly pressed down on the phone.

She couldn’t let her grandmother see her phone floating in the air! It would scare her to death!

Xie Yinwan gave a soft huff. She had no choice but to lean against the “Beauty’s Lean” railing, resting her chin on her hand, nonchalantly swiping through videos of beautiful women.

Bo Yu stole a glance at Xie Yinwan from the corner of her eye. The light peach-colored wide-sleeved garment really suited her; it was soft and tender, making the Xie Yinwan who was currently scrolling through videos look very relaxed.

“By the way, Xiao Yu,” the old lady asked, “those two days Jinxuan was burying the talismans, you took her out for two meals, didn’t you?”

Bo Yu saw the two beauties on the phone fall onto the bed together, with one flipping over to pin the other down. She guiltily looked away. “What?”

“I said,” the old lady smiled, “you and Jinxuan went out twice. Where did you go?”

Bo Yu suddenly felt a headache coming on. Afraid of startling Xie Yinwan who was watching videos, she said in a small voice, “You’re trying to play matchmaker again. Once was taking her to find Zhu Ying, and the three of us went to Zhu Ying’s ancestral home. The other time was to thank her for burying the talismans, so I took her to eat with my sister—the three of us ate together.”

Speaking in such a hushed voice made it sound even more suspicious.

The old lady’s smile became meaningful.

Bo Yu said helplessly, “On one hand, you won’t let the family ask me, but on the other hand, you keep teasing me.”

The old lady laughed and asked, “So, you really don’t like Jinxuan?”

“I really don’t. We’re just friends.”

“Then what kind of person does Xiao Yu like? Someone older or younger than you?”

Bo Yu peeked at Xie Yinwan, who was currently looking at her phone. She didn’t know if she was teasing her grandmother or lying to herself, but she whispered, “I like someone younger, well-behaved, and sweet-talking.”

“I see.”

“Yeah.”

Just as Bo Yu finished her “Yeah,” she heard a loud clatter beside her—her phone had hit the ground!

The sound was loud; it didn’t sound like a drop, it sounded like a slam!

The grandmother was startled by the sudden loud noise. She clutched her racing heart and said, “Oh my, that gave me a fright!”

Bo Yu panicked instantly. She didn’t check the phone first; instead, she went to her grandmother, hurriedly stroking her chest and feeling the rapid heartbeat. Fumbling, she said, “It’s okay, it’s just the phone. Grandma, don’t be afraid. Touch the head, no fright; touch the palm, it fades in a while. Grandma, take a deep breath.”

The old lady took a long, deep breath before finally recovering with an “Ai.”

“Look at that,” the grandmother smiled. “When you were little and got scared, it was always Grandma calling your soul back. Now that I’m old, it’s Xiao Yu calling Grandma’s soul back.”

“Calling the soul” was a local custom. Whether it worked or not, after a child was startled, one would touch the back of their head and palms while reciting comforting words like “Touch the head, no fright.”

Bo Yu continued to murmur the old comforting phrases.

“Alright, alright,” the old lady laughed, then said worriedly, “Quickly check the phone to see if it’s broken.”

Bo Yu squatted down to pick up the phone and saw that the entire screen was shattered.

She pursed her lips slightly and looked up at Xie Yinwan.

Xie Yinwan turned and flew away, her back cold and indifferent. She left behind only one icy sentence: “Boring. I’m going back to the room.”

“Oh my, look at that crash. How did it shatter like that?” The old lady glanced intentionally or unintentionally in the direction where Xie Yinwan had vanished. She patted Bo Yu’s shoulder and said, “It’s okay. I have several new phones in my drawer—I don’t even remember who gave them to me. Go to my room in a bit and grab a new one.”

Bo Yu long-pressed the power button and stood up with a smile. “It’s okay. I’ll find time tomorrow to fix the screen. It has so many photos of you and our WeChat chat records—I can’t just stop using it.”

The old lady nodded and reached out to Bo Yu. “Okay. It’s getting a bit windy, let’s go back.”

“Mhm.”

After helping her grandmother back to her room, Bo Yu mulled over why Xie Yinwan had suddenly changed her face while she walked downstairs.

This was a ghost whose mood swings were like a roller coaster. One second she was watching videos with interest, and the next, she actually slammed the phone.

Back in her room, as soon as Bo Yu locked the door, her body flew onto the bed. Then, Xie Yinwan landed on top of her and began smelling her neck.

Bo Yu had actually grown accustomed to it. She tilted her neck back, letting Xie Yinwan sniff all around her neck.

But Xie Yinwan was in a foul mood. While smelling her, she began to pinch Bo Yu’s neck.

Bo Yu was pinched so hard her breathing became somewhat labored.

The Xie Yinwan in her dreams was much better—so gentle, calling her “baby” and referring to herself as “sister” in a voice that was pleasant to the ear. It made her instinctively want to trust the dream-Xie Yinwan, even getting intimate with her…

“Who are you thinking about?” Xie Yinwan asked suddenly and sharply.

Bo Yu quickly suppressed the thoughts and feelings from the dream.

She could feel Xie Yinwan’s anger, but she didn’t know why.

“I’m not thinking of anyone. I was thinking about something.”

Bo Yu tilted her face back, her forehead nearly touching the headboard. Her toes curled, and her heart began to race. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to control her ragged breathing, and said softly, “Immortal, I have something I want to beg of you.”

Because her throat was being pinched, the fragmented voice was squeezed out from her throat.

“Hmm?” Xie Yinwan raised her head, the pad of her thumb stroking Bo Yu’s artery. “You have something to beg of this Immortal again?”

Bo Yu went for it: “In the future, could you try not to startle my grandmother? She is old, and I’m afraid she’ll get sick from the fright. Just this one thing.”

Xie Yinwan’s voice turned cold. “Little girl, are you negotiating with me? Are you threatening me?”

“No, no, I didn’t mean it that way.” Bo Yu panicked and reached out to grab Xie Yinwan’s sleeve, but her hand passed right through, making no contact.

— If you were dead, perhaps you could. She would never be able to touch Xie Yinwan.

Bo Yu’s thoughts drifted for a moment, and she lowered her hand.

But it didn’t drop.

Her body and both hands were frozen in place.

Bo Yu’s hands remained stiff in mid-air as if she wanted to embrace Xie Yinwan. She said earnestly and softly, “Immortal, I am not negotiating, and I’m not threatening you. I am begging you. I have always believed you are the best, best Immortal—because Immortals save people from suffering, and you have been helping me.”

Xie Yinwan’s cold sneer deepened.

However, the pressure on Bo Yu’s neck lightened.

Bo Yu’s breathing became easier. She looked deeply at Xie Yinwan and coaxed her again: “Immortal, I know you are accustomed to life and death and are very experienced, but I am just an insignificant human. I cannot accept my grandmother falling ill or her health deteriorating until she leaves me. I will learn more from you in the future. If I can just learn a tiny bit from you, I’ll be able to handle this world.”

The more Bo Yu spoke, the smoother it became. She couldn’t tell if she was coaxing Xie Yinwan or the spoiled cat at home.

Bo Yu’s eyes sparkled with sincerity: “Immortal, you are beautiful, kind-hearted, and have such powerful abilities. I truly admire you. Every day I admire you more than the day before.”

Xie Yinwan looked at Bo Yu with a half-smile.

She watched Bo Yu’s mouth open and close, catching glimpses of her little tongue.

She liked Bo Yu’s pink, tender little tongue.

Bo Yu felt tense and apprehensive under her gaze.

Then, her hands shook and fell back onto the bed.

“Little Fish,” Xie Yinwan leaned down, her slender finger lightly tapping Bo Yu’s lips, “this Immortal is starting to like this mouth of yours.”

Xie Yinwan tapped them, then began to slowly trace their outline.

Bo Yu lowered her eyes and could see Xie Yinwan’s hand on her lips. Scenes from the dream popped into her head again; her face turned red, and she didn’t dare speak or move her mouth.

Her heartbeat became heavy and chaotic.

“I wonder, if I were to bite off this mouth and slowly chew it and swallow it into my stomach, what would it taste like? It should be very delicious, right?” Xie Yinwan asked her softly, “What do you say? Isn’t it?”

Bo Yu’s eyelashes trembled violently, and her entire body tensed up instantly.

What did that mean? Xie Yinwan was going to bite off her mouth?

Was she going to make her lose her mouth, like those evil ghosts with half a face or half a head missing?

“Don’t.”

Bo Yu felt that Xie Yinwan was probably just scaring her, yet she couldn’t stop herself from shivering with fear that she might be serious. After all, Xie Yinwan was a ghost—and since so many ghosts obeyed her, it meant she was of a high rank, or had done something terrifying in the past that made all ghosts fear her. “I… my mouth isn’t delicious. My mouth is smelly.”

“Nonsense,” Xie Yinwan lowered her face, her nose sniffing lightly near Bo Yu’s lips. Her voice was as eerie as ever. “You are clearly very fragrant. Fragrant and soft.”

She had tasted it; of course, she knew.

The lips of the Bo Yu in the dream were exquisite.

The tongue was so soft, making her own tongue want to stay pressed against it forever.

Fearing that Xie Yinwan would reveal her true ghostly nature, Bo Yu decided not to follow that topic. She spoke in small gulps of air: “Then… Grandmother… can the Immortal try not to scare her in the future? I promise I will be very obedient from now on.”

Bo Yu gripped the bedsheets tightly.

Negotiating with a ghost—where did she get such courage?

“Oh? How obedient?” Xie Yinwan’s finger rubbed Bo Yu’s collarbone.

“Whatever you ask me to do, I’ll do… except for things like murder or robbery that involve breaking civil or criminal laws—I’ll listen to you for everything else.”

“Is that so?” Xie Yinwan grew interested. “Then if I tell you to take off your clothes and dance for me right now, would you be willing?”

“??”

Xie Yinwan stroked Bo Yu’s cheek with great interest: “I just saw a scene of a girl dancing, but that girl wasn’t pretty and didn’t dress well. You are better looking, and your body is beautiful, too. So, why don’t you dance for this Immortal? If you dance, I’ll agree to your request.”

How did this turn into such an improper transaction!

Phones really are not good things.

Bo Yu’s thin skin flushed red.

Never mind dancing without clothes—it was impossible even with clothes on.

Bo Yu was speechless.

Precisely at this moment, Bo Yu’s scent gland began to feel hot and swollen. Her entire body heated up, and beads of hot sweat broke out on her forehead and cheeks.

Xie Yinwan sensed the change in Bo Yu.

It wasn’t cold sweat; cold sweat would have made Bo Yu’s face turn pale.

It was hot sweat. Bo Yu’s cheeks had become much rosier, even more tempting than when she was kissing her in the dream.

Xie Yinwan looked up: “Hmm?”

Waves of heat surged through Bo Yu’s body. She suddenly remembered she had turned off her phone, so the alarm hadn’t gone off. Her voice trembled uncontrollably: “I need to take my medicine… Immortal, please let me up so I can take it. I’ll promise to dance for you, okay?”

“You said you would dance for this Immortal.”

“Yes, I will definitely dance for you.”

Getting the medicine was the priority; Bo Yu agreed first.

“Then let’s make a contract, just in case you go back on your word.”

“What?”

Xie Yinwan’s smile was exceptionally gentle: “To bind or not? Just answer me with one word: Bind.”

Bo Yu was suffering from the intense heat and didn’t have time to think deeply. She agreed: “Bind.”

Xie Yinwan lifted her wrist slightly, revealing the strand of Bo Yu’s hair wrapped around it. Then, Xie Yinwan cut a lock of her own hair. The two strands flew into the air, twisting into one. Then, as if being burned, they emitted sparks of starlight and vanished together.

Bo Yu felt in a daze that something seemed wrong, but she couldn’t figure it out.

“That’s done. If you regret it and don’t dance for me, you shall suffocate and die, and come to the underworld to accompany me.”

“!!?”

Xie Yinwan had tied her hair with Bo Yu’s and, after scaring her with that sentence, felt very satisfied and in a great mood. She then asked, “What medicine did you say you wanted?”

“Anning Pills.”

Bo Yu had lost her strength, her voice very faint.

Xie Yinwan sat up and floated off the bed. “Where is it? Tell me, and I’ll get it for you.”

Bo Yu tried to point with her finger but couldn’t lift it—her body was still being held still by Xie Yinwan. She could only say, “In the second drawer under the table. Thank you.”

Xie Yinwan looked in the direction Bo Yu’s eyes moved. With a flick of her wrist, the drawer opened.

She held her palm upward, and the contents of the drawer all flew out toward her.

Xie Yinwan saw something that was likely the medicine.

Xie Yinwan pointed her index finger to the right, and the object flew two feet to the right. She asked Bo Yu, “Anning Pills—is it this?”

Bo Yu looked up. “Yes. Just one pill.”

Xie Yinwan nodded and gathered the medicine into her sleeve.

Watching the medicine fly into Xie Yinwan’s wide sleeve, an inexplicable sense of unease rose in Bo Yu’s heart.

Then, Xie Yinwan saw an interesting pink object—it looked like a box with some buttons on it. She asked, “What is this?”

“An ‘Incen-Scent’ blocker.”

Bo Yu’s breathing was soft and weak, and so was her voice. “Once it’s turned on, my scent won’t spread out and be smelled by others, so it won’t affect anyone.”

“How do you open it?”

“That green button.”

“…”

Xie Yinwan couldn’t see colors; everything was just shades of grey.

In Bo Yu’s dreams, she could see colors through Bo Yu’s eyes—she could see Bo Yu’s milky-white skin and her black bra.

When she looked at the colors Bo Yu usually wore, light colors were white, and deep colors were whatever she wanted them to be.

That night when she was driving, she had actually relied on asking Bo Yu to know the traffic lights.

All ghosts were like this. Otherwise, if they could still see this bright and colorful world after death, what kind of punishment would that be? It would be too good for them.

Unfortunately, Xie Yinwan was one of those ghosts.

“Will there be a sound when it opens?” Xie Yinwan asked coldly.

“There will be a long ‘beep’.”

Xie Yinwan pressed buttons randomly until she finally heard a long “beep.” She tossed the blocker into the air. “Is it on now?”

Bo Yu saw the green light was on: “Mhm.”

Xie Yinwan waved her hand, and everything else that was useless fell to the floor.

Hearing the clatter of things falling, Bo Yu: “…”

Could you not have put them back in the drawer?

Bo Yu was soaked in sweat and felt a bit urgent, but she tried her best to speak gently: “Thank you, Immortal.”

Xie Yinwan gave a low chuckle.

Someone younger, well-behaved, and sweet-talking.

She remembered that. She remembered it very well.

“No need to thank me. I never said I was giving the Anning Pills to you.”

“?!”

Xie Yinwan tapped her foot and floated back to the bed. She leaned against the headboard, flicked her wrist, and the red wine appeared in the air, already partly empty.

She looked at Bo Yu with a smile: “I drank some of this before I came. This bottle is quite good; the taste seems even stronger than the peach blossom wine.”

Bo Yu quickly said, “I’ll burn two more bottles for you next time.”

Back at the lake, she had seen the delicate flush on Xie Yinwan’s face; she really had been drinking.

So, was Xie Yinwan’s sudden anger at the lake because she had been drinking, making her temper even more unstable than usual?

“Now then, I’ll drink mine, and you endure yours,” Xie Yinwan tapped the wine bottle. “Tonight, I want to properly admire how you Alpha look during your peak rut.”

Bo Yu couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Just then, her scent gland throbbed violently, and she couldn’t help but let out a gasp.

Xie Yinwan’s smile deepened: “Ooh, that sounds nice. Give me a few more gasps; I quite like them.”

Bo Yu bit her lip hard, not wanting to gasp.

But she couldn’t control herself.

Suddenly realizing she could move, she immediately tried to get off the bed and run away.

But it was as if some invisible barrier had risen around her; she couldn’t run, she was blocked.

Bo Yu’s hot sweat kept pouring out, and her gland was throbbing and burning intensely. With red eyes, she pulled the blanket over herself, burying herself in it to endure.

It was so hot; she desperately wanted an Omega’s comfort.

Her legs were pressed together, and her waist arched involuntarily.

A series of gasps that she herself didn’t want to hear escaped her mouth.

She urgently wanted something.

She was nearly losing her mind.

She wanted to tear at her own body.

She wanted to claw at her neck, at her scent gland.

The bedframe creaked from Bo Yu’s trembling.

Xie Yinwan sat by the bed drinking, feeling the rise and fall of the bedframe. She closed her eyes comfortably.

She liked the strength of an Alpha.

No matter how physically weak an Alpha usually was, during their peak rut, their power became incredibly formidable.

She wanted Bo Yu to use that strength on her.

Starting from a kiss, to fingertips, to a whole finger.

But.

Someone younger, well-behaved, and sweet-talking.

Those words suddenly echoed in Xie Yinwan’s ear again.

If that was the case, why did Bo Yu call her “sister” in the dream?

Why did she kiss her in the dream?

And after kissing her, why did she avoid her at the lakeside tonight?

Xie Yinwan opened her eyes, which were now icy again. With a heavy wave of her sleeve, the blanket covering Bo Yu flew onto the floor.

Bo Yu’s clothes and hair were in total disarray as she curled into herself.

Her gasps were no longer muffled by the blanket and reached Xie Yinwan’s ears clearly.

So pleasant to hear. Truly pleasant.

“Where is your scent gland?” Xie Yinwan asked, tapping the wine bottle.

Bo Yu shook her head.

She didn’t want Xie Yinwan to know where her gland was. Never.

This ghost was too malicious—she was nowhere near as good as the Xie Yinwan in the dream.

Even though her logic was almost gone, Bo Yu still instinctively compared these two versions of Xie Yinwan, one evil and one good.

She liked the Xie Yinwan in her dreams.

Xie Yinwan tilted her head back to take two gulps of wine. As the intoxication surged, she waved away the wine bottle. In the next second, Bo Yu floated into the air.

“You’re not going to answer, are you?”

Bo Yu’s limbs were forced wide apart, as if her hands and feet were tied to the four corners of the bed by invisible ropes. she looked at Xie Yinwan nervously.

Xie Yinwan gave her a thin smile.

In that instant, all of Bo Yu’s clothes—inside and out—were torn apart and scattered.

Bo Yu was so panicked she wanted to scream, but before she could, she dropped quickly but steadily onto the bed, and Xie Yinwan flipped over to pin her down.

“If you don’t answer, do you think I won’t be able to smell it?”

Bo Yu’s limbs remained forced open. Without the security of her clothes, her gasps grew heavier, her chest heaving more rapidly. Her teeth were chattering as she looked at Xie Yinwan through tear-filled eyes, unable to say a word.

Xie Yinwan lowered her head, and Bo Yu immediately closed her eyes.

But what she felt was a coolness on her face.

Her face, sticky with sweat and tears, felt refreshed by that coolness.

Bo Yu opened her eyes in surprise.

It seemed Xie Yinwan had kissed away the tears and sweat on her face.

“So fragrant,” Xie Yinwan murmured, holding the tears from Bo Yu’s face in her lips and slowly swallowing them. “What is your scent?”

Bo Yu said in a raspy, quiet voice, “Agarwood.”

“Agarwood… no wonder.”

No wonder she liked the scent on Bo Yu so much.

Soon, with Xie Yinwan’s repeated movements, all the sweat and tears on Bo Yu’s cheeks were kissed away.

Inexplicably, Bo Yu felt a sense of peace, as if she were being comforted by an Omega.

The intensity of the heat lessened.

She stared blankly at the unpredictable Xie Yinwan who was so close to her.

Xie Yinwan was infatuated with Bo Yu’s fragrance. She moved down to sniff her neck. “Since you won’t say, I’ll find it myself.”

Bo Yu wanted to grab something—more than just the sheets.

“Don’t look… I don’t have one.”

“Liar.”

Xie Yinwan continued downward, searching for Bo Yu’s gland.

Bo Yu’s body shook in fits and starts; every second was an ordeal.

After an unknown amount of time, Bo Yu suddenly heard a light chuckle from below.

“Heh, found it. What a unique location.”

Bo Yu’s scent gland tightened instantly, her heart rate skyrocketing from nervousness. “Don’t touch it!”

Xie Yinwan acted as if she hadn’t heard. She bent one of Bo Yu’s knees and carefully examined her scent gland. “So small and delicate.”

Bo Yu was so distressed that tears welled in the corners of her eyes and spilled out, one after another. “Xie Yinwan, I beg you, don’t touch it!”

Xie Yinwan still acted as if she hadn’t heard. She lowered her head close, and as she spoke, a cold, ghostly breath blew over Bo Yu’s gland: “Tell me, what would happen if I took a bite of your scent gland?”