My Ghostly Darling Cuddles Me Every Day - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Falling Asleep With Her Face Against Bo Yu’s Collarbone.

Bo Yu understood the concept that ghosts and Taoists were naturally at odds, so she could empathize with Xie Yinwan’s feelings.

However, she truly disliked Xie Yinwan’s rude behavior—splitting the red string Jin Xuan had given her and tossing it out the window without a word. Couldn’t Xie Yinwan just tell her to take it off and never wear it again?

But what reasoning can a human use with a ghost? Surely none that would stick. Especially since Xie Yinwan, at this moment, was far too oppressive.

Bo Yu could only promise to comply for now. Forced to look up because her chin was being held, she stared at Xie Yinwan and whispered, “Okay, Immortal. I’ll remember.”

Only then did Xie Yinwan release her. When Bo Yu’s feet hit the floor, her legs were so weak she stumbled, and once again, she was caught by Xie Yinwan’s hand on her waist. She was met with a scoff: “Pitifully weak.”

“…”

Bo Yu felt a bone-chilling cold against her lower back. She winced at the sensation and stood firm. “I’ve been sick lately, I’m sorry. Thank you.”

At the same time, she took mental note: this ghost had called her a “useless waste” and “pitifully weak.” Though remembering it probably wouldn’t help—it wasn’t like she could take revenge on a ghost—she noted it in her heart regardless.

Xie Yinwan, hovering about twenty centimeters off the ground, drifted toward Bo Yu’s sewing machine table. She lowered her gaze to inspect the items on the desk.

Standing behind her, Bo Yu studied Xie Yinwan. The ghost was wearing the long-sleeved V-neck dress; the ancient undergarments, socks, and shoes she’d had before were gone, revealing slender calves and a pair of pale, bare feet.

Bo Yu suddenly realized how she could win favor: she could burn many clothes for the ghost, along with socks and shoes. As she watched the ghost’s half-tied long hair, she thought Xie Yinwan actually looked better in ancient styles. Having spent so much time styling her doll, Bo Yu unconsciously began imagining how to style the ghost.

“Immortal, I have something I’d like to ask you,” Bo Yu said softly from behind, treading with extreme caution. She sensed the ghost had a terrible temper, so she kept her voice gentle and soft, trying her best not to provoke her or make her angry.

With a flick of her wrist, Xie Yinwan swept everything off the table again, except for the doll. She sat on the desk, swinging her feet, playing idly with the doll’s limbs. She gave Bo Yu a cold, sidelong glance, as if she didn’t like her much, and uttered a single, chilling word: “Speak.”

Usually, Bo Yu kept her sewing machine, colorful fabrics, threads, and a small iron on this table. After Xie Yinwan swept them away the previous night, Bo Yu had tucked the equipment into the cabinets. The items being swept away now were her grandmother’s clothes and sewing supplies.

Bo Yu’s eyelids twitched. She knelt to pick up the clothes and needles, saying in a small, obedient voice: “Immortal, in the future, if there’s anything you don’t like, you can just tell me to move it. I’m willing to do anything for you; I am here to serve you.”

Xie Yinwan looked up, a faint, mocking smile on her lips. “Heh.”

This sister always speaks in circles. She looked gentle, but she was actually quite sharp.

Bo Yu felt a prickle on her scalp, sensing the ghost was smart enough to hear the subtext: “Please stop throwing my things.”

Afraid to linger on the topic, Bo Yu quickly folded her grandmother’s clothes and put them on the bed. She asked, “It’s like this, Immortal: the Taoist Jin Xuan wants to bury new charms in the ground around our courtyard. I wanted to ask if you like those charms? If you don’t, I’ll find a way to stop her.”

She didn’t dare use the word “fear,” cautiously asking if she “liked” them instead.

Xie Yinwan looked up again with that same eerie, mocking smile. “Hehe.”

“…”

The smile was so strange that Bo Yu felt lost, unsure what it meant.

Xie Yinwan said coldly, “Just say it—do you think this Immortal would be afraid?”

Bo Yu chose her words carefully. “I believe you aren’t afraid at all, Immortal. I just wanted to ask if you liked them. I wouldn’t dare presume to know your thoughts.”

Xie Yinwan said dismissively, “It doesn’t matter. Those charms can’t block me. However, they can block lesser ghosts and monsters. If they get in, they’re too loud and smelly; they disturb my peace. Let the Taoist bury them.”

“Understood.” Bo Yu felt one of her worries lift. She also confirmed another thing: Jin Xuan and her master had a little skill, but this ghost had great power. Therefore, her chance of seeing her mother was indeed higher!

Then, Bo Yu grew curious about something else: “Immortal, you know I’m called Xiao Yu, and you know Jin Xuan’s name. Were you in my room all evening yesterday?”

If Xie Yinwan had been in the room, had she possessed Bo Jingxian and remained unnoticed, or had Jin Xuan simply failed to see her and exorcised some other ghost instead?

As Bo Yu was thinking, a sudden wind rose—a massive, roaring gale. Bo Yu could hear the howling of the wind, and in an instant, Xie Yinwan was right in front of her face.

The storm raged, filled with the sounds of ghosts wailing. Bo Yu’s hair was blown back, and she could barely keep her eyes open, but she forced herself to look at Xie Yinwan. She didn’t know where the wailing was coming from, but she heard it clearly.

“So many questions. Why don’t I just kill you, and you can become a ghost to ask me?” Xie Yinwan reached out and gripped Bo Yu’s throat.

Bo Yu felt a cold suffocation. Her feet slowly left the ground. She wanted to kick, but her body was completely paralyzed. A terrifying, gloomy pressure enveloped her. Gasped for air, she stared in horror at the malevolent spirit who seemed intent on strangling her.

“S-sorry…”

Finally, Xie Yinwan let go, and Bo Yu dropped to the floor. Xie Yinwan held Bo Yu’s waist to keep her from falling, and simultaneously, the ghost’s lips pressed against the corner of Bo Yu’s open mouth. Bo Yu felt a sensation as if her tongue had been touched!

Disbelieving, Bo Yu tried to push the ghost away, but her hands passed through the spirit’s body again. Xie Yinwan, acting like a temperamental sociopath, held the back of Bo Yu’s head to prevent her from retreating. Lips still brushed against the corner of Bo Yu’s mouth, she threatened in an icy tone: “Too many questions. This Immortal gets annoyed. When I’m annoyed, I want to kill. Kill you. Do you understand?”

Bo Yu was freezing, her legs were like jelly, and her heart pounded. She nodded blankly. “I understand.”

In an instant, the wind died. Xie Yinwan vanished. Bo Yu collapsed onto the floor, clutching her throat, gasping for air.

Bo Yu was usually a very stable person, but for the first time, she wanted to scream curses at this terrifying ghost. However, she wasn’t sure if the ghost was truly gone or still in the room. She clamped her mouth shut, not daring to speak. She got up, grabbed Xiexie, and hugged the doll tight, swearing in her head: That ghost is really not human!

After calming down, Bo Yu went to the mirror. There were no finger marks on her neck, no trace of having been strangled. Did it hurt? Not really. It seemed the fear of being controlled and suffocated was far greater than any physical pain. The moment Xie Yinwan let go, the suffocation vanished.

At least it doesn’t hurt. I hate pain.

Bo Yu looked at herself in the mirror while holding Xiexie, warning herself to be even more careful around that ghost. The spirit was unpredictable; one wrong word and she might actually be killed. She wasn’t afraid to die, but her family would be devastated.

Bo Yu took a deep breath, cleaned the room, drank a glass of milk to soothe herself, lit some sleep-inducing aloeswood, brushed her teeth, and eventually drifted into an uneasy sleep.

Once Bo Yu was out, Xie Yinwan—lying on the sewing table—sat up with a snap. Then she stood up and walked toward Bo Yu on her short doll legs.

Xie Yinwan lay down at the edge of the quilt, pressing her forehead against the mattress until a gap appeared between the bed and the covers. She wiggled into the gap and crawled all the way to Bo Yu’s side, pressing tightly against her waist.

She had probably truly scared this fragrant sister just now, but she felt she was right to do so. Without a proper scare, how could this girl be obedient? That’s how she handled other ghosts, and it worked every time.

She didn’t want this girl to know she was inside the doll yet. That was how she’d heard them call her Xiao Yu and Jin Xuan. It would be boring if she knew. Since she’d found something interesting to do, she intended to play it out.

After a while, Xie Yinwan crawled up onto Bo Yu’s body, then higher, poking her head out of the quilt. she sniffed Bo Yu’s fragrant collarbone repeatedly, curled her lips in satisfaction, and fell asleep with her face pressed against it.

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