I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Gu Yan mentally repeated the words "ghost's animal flesh" over and over again.

If it's just animal meat, why cover his mouth to prevent him from making a sound?

If it's just animal meat, why would the adoptive parents suspect "someone has come in"?

If it was just animal meat, why did she arrive before him in the dark basement?

But he just nodded, his voice very soft.

"Okay, go to sleep then, it's late."

Fu Wanqing seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but then again, she didn't.

She lifted the covers and climbed into bed, the hem of her silk pajamas rustling softly against the sheets.

Gu Yan turned the lamp to its dimmest setting and lay down.

The two people were less than an arm's length apart.

Fu Wanqing quietly moved a little closer to him from under the covers, just a tiny bit.

Her shoulder was less than a fist's width away from his arm.

Gu Yan closed her eyes, pretending not to feel anything, and breathed slowly and evenly.

Soon, drowsiness finally overcame him, and he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains.

Gu Yan was not fully conscious, but her body had already begun to send out warning signals.

He felt like he couldn't breathe, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest.

No, it's not a big rock, it's soft, very soft, and warm.

He opened his eyes, and what he saw was pink.

Fu Wanqing clung to him like a koala.

Her head rested on his chest, her long pink hair cascading over him.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around his waist, and her face was buried in the crook of his neck.

One leg was also draped over his, the knee pressing against the inside of his thigh.

The hem of her nightgown brushed against her thighs, revealing a section of her fair, glowing thighs.

What's worse is that her chest is pressing against his chest, separated by two thin layers of fabric.

That soft curve and warmth were crystal clear, rising and falling gently with her breath.

Her breathing was even; she was still asleep, with a faint smile on her lips.

It's like having a very sweet dream, where I'm hugging a huge plush bear.

Gu Yan felt numb all over, from the top of her head to her toes.

I didn't know where to put my hands and feet, and my body was as tense as a sheet of iron.

He tried to move outwards a little, but only an inch.

Fu Wanqing tightened her grip on her arm and muttered something under her breath.

"Don't move, it's still early, sleep a little longer."

Gu Yan took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice.

"Wanqing, wake up, I can't get up like this."

Fu Wanqing's eyelashes fluttered, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

A layer of mist still clung to his amber pupils, as if he had just woken up.

She found herself completely entangled with Gu Yan, and her face instantly turned bright red.

Her cheeks turned red all the way to her ears, then to her neck, and finally down to her collarbone.

"what!"

She bounced away from him as if she had been burned, shrinking back a great distance.

Then he pulled the blanket over himself and wrapped himself up in it.

Wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon, only a few pink tufts of hair sticking up on the top of her head were visible.

"Why didn't you wake me up? You did it on purpose."

Her voice came out muffledly from under the covers, carrying lingering drowsiness and embarrassment.

"I called out, but you yourself said it was too early to move."

"Impossible, why would I say such a thing? You're spreading rumors."

"What did you just say? You said you wanted to sleep a little longer."

There was a full three seconds of silence inside the blanket.

Then Fu Wanqing poked half her face out from under the covers, only revealing her eyes as she glared at him.

His eyes were both fierce and shy, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on.

He stared for several seconds, then let out a soft hum and rolled off the bed from the other side.

She turned her back to Gu Yan and began to do her hair and makeup.

She tied her hair into a high ponytail, securing it neatly with practiced ease.

Then she picked out a light green short-sleeved shirt and white shorts from the closet.

She hid behind the wardrobe door to change her clothes before coming out.

Her face was still red, but she deliberately avoided looking at Gu Yan.

Put the comb back on the dressing table and pick up the headband to tuck your bangs behind your ears.

"What would you like to eat today? You didn't have much of an appetite this morning, so let's eat something light."

Gu Yan looked at her back and spoke, her tone very natural.

"Go buy it for me: soy milk, fried dough sticks, and two steamed buns."

Fu Wanqing picked up her wallet and phone from the table and nodded.

"Then you stay home and wait for me, and don't move around."

"My adoptive parents don't like people touching their things."

"Especially the cabinets and drawers, don't rummage through them."

She spoke casually, but her gaze lingered on his face for a moment.

Gu Yan smiled and nodded, saying she understood and wouldn't move.

Fu Wanqing glanced at him, then pushed open the door and walked out.

The footsteps faded into the distance in the hallway, followed by the sound of the living room door opening and closing.

Gu Yan stood by the window watching her figure walk out of the community gate.

She walked with the same light and quick steps, her ponytail swaying behind her.

He slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

He could naturally understand the hidden meaning in Fu Wanqing's words.

But the more it's hidden, the more it suggests there's something in the room he shouldn't touch.

Fu Wanqing's ability can slow down his lifespan loss.

If we're going to go to South Africa together in the future, we need to know the details about this girl.

What secret does this real daughter of the Fu family hold?

His gaze sharpened as he began to search the room carefully.

Let's start with the bedside table. Inside the drawer are a few magazines and some hair ties.

Next is the dressing table, and the cabinet below contains cosmetics and skincare products.

I opened the wardrobe and looked inside. The clothes were neatly folded, and there were several storage boxes in the corner.

He reached his hand to the bottom of the storage box and his fingertips touched something hard.

It's a hidden compartment, concealed beneath the bottom of the storage box.

There was a notebook lying in the hidden compartment. The cover was pink and had small flowers drawn on it.

The corners are worn, indicating that it has been handled frequently.

Gu Yan's heart began to race, and he took out the notebook.

Turning to the first page, two words were written in neat handwriting.

Diary, by Fu Wanqing.

His fingers traced the cover, perhaps the secret he sought lay within.

But is it wrong to secretly read someone else's diary?

What others wrote at the age of twelve is what they kept deep in their hearts.

He hesitated for several seconds, the smell of blood in the basement flashing through his mind.

He opened the notebook and started reading from the very beginning.

September 2, 90 AD, sunny.

Today is my twelfth birthday, and my adoptive mother bought me a big cake with strawberries on it.

I made two wishes. The first was that my adoptive father's leg would get better soon.

The second is that I hope to see Brother Gu Yan in the future.

It turns out she started writing a diary when she was twelve years old, and he was mentioned in her very first entry.

He flipped through the diary entries one by one.

September 20, 90 AD, sunny.

My foster mother came back from town today, bringing with her an old newspaper.

She said there was a report about Brother Gu Yan in the article, and asked me to take a look.

There was a photo in the newspaper of a teenager using his superpowers to save someone on the street.

His eyes are so beautiful, more beautiful than all the boys' eyes in town.

I cut out that photo and pasted it inside my pencil case so I could see it every day.