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Chapter 97 She said being a ghost or monster requires sense [Reward from Dao Jing Kun Alliance Leader]

"Alright—how long are we going to keep kissing—?"

Liu Zhimin had lost count of how many times he had wiped his drool.

Anyway, if you have any, just rub it on his clothes.

This resulted in the front of Choi Si-an's T-shirt being damp, almost as wet as her loungewear shorts.

In this situation, it's even more inappropriate to get up and turn on the light.

"I'm so excited—" Choi Si-an was actually a little embarrassed himself for using such a despicable method to say goodbye to his first kiss.

"Kenchana, I understand being single since birth." Yoo Jimin chuckled to himself. Now that they've kissed, and kissed for so long in the dark, there's no need to be shy anymore.

Cui Shi'an put his arm around her waist and, by the moonlight from the window, carefully examined her delicate face. The warm breath she exhaled made his nerves tingle.

"Why are you staring at me?" Liu Zhimin's arms were still around his neck, her eyes, brimming with desire, twinkling with a mischievous glint. "Want to kiss me again?"

"Is it okay?" Cui Shi'an asked expectantly, pulling the person in his arms closer to him again.

Caught off guard, Liu Zhimin leaned forward and buried her head in his shoulder: "No...you...can't—"

—

Then, he added with a grumbling tone, "I can't let you off too easily."

A tender feeling welled up in Cui Shi'an's heart as he whispered in her soft, pink ear, "Can't you even consider taking care of me, a lifelong single?"

For him at this moment, the invisible knife in his hand could deceive people, but the fire stick could not.

"Pabu." Liu Zhimin tilted his head back, his fingertips firmly pressing against his forehead, not giving him any chance to take advantage.

"Why am I being called Pab again?" Cui Shi'an asked, puzzled.

"You always are." She rolled her eyes at me. Why does she have to ask about everything? What else could she be but a fool? Am I supposed to slap you or call you a hooligan?

Unfortunately, these words cannot be said now.

But one day in the future, we can use it to make fun of him.

Seeing Cui Shi'an's slightly disappointed expression, she felt a pang of pity and gently cupped his head in her hands, offering her fragrant lips: "Our dorm isn't very soundproof, so let's call it a day, okay?"

Cui Shi'an thought about it and agreed. Those three might be eavesdropping again, and since she was the team leader, he felt that as her boyfriend, he should at least let her maintain some of the team leader's authority in front of her teammates.

As for personal needs, those should come later. Being so impatient on the first day would make him seem frivolous.

Of course, these are just Choi Si-an's own thoughts.

If Liu Zhimin knew what he was thinking, he would probably roll his eyes again.

"Then let me tell you about the incense painting."

To avoid dwelling on that matter, Choi Si-an changed the subject.

After hearing the whole story, Liu Zhimin was very surprised: "So you're saying you're a ghost now??"

In the darkness, a golden glint flashed in Cui Shi'an's pupils: "Genuine, without a doubt."

"Can you transform?" she asked excitedly.

Cui Shi'an shook his head: "No."

"Where is it flying?" she asked again.

"No." Cui Shi'an shook his head again.

Undeterred, the girl asked again, "Then can it be like in the TV dramas, where you can just open a door and go anywhere?"

"Uh—TV series are TV series, don't confuse them—"

"What the hell? You can't do this or that—" she muttered in dissatisfaction, "What kind of ghost are you—"

"Then I'll show you what I can do." Cui Shi'an waved his right hand, controlling the sword energy to press the power switch remotely. The blinding light of the bulb made the girl in his arms squint and instinctively bury her head in his shoulder.

However, she quickly realized something was wrong, because if the light came on, her position straddling his lap would be completely exposed. She hurriedly whispered in his ear, "Turn it off, it's too bright—"

Choi Si-an remained as calm as a mountain: "Then let's kiss again."

"Hey—" Liu Zhimin said softly and coquettishly, "Don't be so shameless, okay?"

"Why keep the lights off? We don't want people to misunderstand and think we're actually doing something, haha."

Cui Shi'an covered up his embarrassment with laughter, then pretended to glance at the time before saying hesitantly, "Then how about I go first—"

"What? You're angry and want to leave because I won't let you kiss you?" Liu Zhimin got off him without a trace, returned to the bed, and said in a deliberately provocative tone, "Then go ahead and leave?"

Cui Shi'an was both amused and exasperated by her counter-accusation, and quickly explained, "Uh—that's not what I meant. I just saw that it was getting late and I was worried about disturbing your rest. Don't you have plans tomorrow?"

"Do you think I can sleep in this situation?" Liu Zhimin glanced at him, the blush on her cheeks not yet completely faded, her eyes filled with a hint of coquettishness and lingering excitement.

"Then—" Cui Shi'an looked around. There was only one bed in the room. Could it be that she wanted him to stay overnight?

The thought made his Adam's apple bob involuntarily.

As it turned out, Liu Zhimin didn't follow the script at all. To cover up her earlier initiative, she pretended to pick up the tablet from the bedside table, unlock it, and quickly swiped the screen. After a moment, she proudly held the screen up to him: "What do you think of this?"

Cui Shi'an looked closely and saw that it was a page of a shopping app, displaying a well-tailored long black trench coat. The model wore it with a powerful presence.

"This is----?"

"I'll buy you clothes!" Liu Zhimin said matter-of-factly, as if she had found an interesting new topic: "Since we're all ghosts now, we definitely need to dress in a way that matches our status and have some sense of style! Look at those powerful ghosts in TV dramas, they all wear coats when they appear, looking both handsome and mysterious!"

Cui Shi'an was a little confused by her abrupt change of thought: "—So suddenly? And what month is it? Wearing such a thick trench coat, are you trying to kill me with heat?"

"You could buy a thinner one." Liu Zhimin slid her fingers across the fabric, finding several more trench coats of different materials and thicknesses. "Besides, being fashionable isn't about what others wear, it's about whether you can become a fashion icon yourself. As long as you look good in it and have presence, others will just follow your lead, understand?"

"————" Cui Shi'an was a little speechless. "I'm only in my early twenties. Won't wearing this style make me look too old, like an old man?"

"Uncle?" Liu Zhimin looked him up and down, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up again, "Then—how about a vampire style? Something with a dark, aristocratic feel?"

She stroked her chin, scrutinizing her boyfriend's face and physique with the same eye one would use to appraise a work of art: "Hmm—I think you look quite good in a double-breasted, fitted suit, very classic and elegant. Why don't we buy one and try it on? We can always return it if it doesn't fit!"

"No way—why worry about what style to wear?" Cui Shi'an finally couldn't help but ask, the topic had gone way off track.

What he didn't know was that Liu Zhimin had long disliked his hairstyle, otherwise she wouldn't have gone to such lengths to make him grow his hair long.

Now that I've finally seized the opportunity, I'm determined to get involved in his life no matter what.

I don't expect it to be exactly the same as in his previous life, but at least I need to bring back that sharp and handsome sense of him.

"You're a ghost now, so image management is very important! Otherwise, what's the difference between you and those silly ghosts? If you don't like any of them, how about we go to the Dongdaemun night market now?"