Eighteen Ghost Emperors of my ancestors, how dare you make me live in terror?

"Rainy water is cool, but getting too wet can make you sick."

Hongluan held a handkerchief between her fingers and gently wiped the raindrops from Ling Xin'er's face. Looking at that pale face, which was just as beautiful as her own, she felt a touch of broken beauty.

She naturally wouldn't speak ill of Lu Ye.

But letting such a beautiful woman stand here in the rain still seems a bit unromantic.

Ling Xin'er didn't speak, letting Hong Luan wipe her cheeks, her gaze fixed on the second floor.

She already possessed the phantom image of the wedding dress demon, and the two women were actually already familiar with each other.

"Your soul is already bound to your husband. Some of your complicated emotions are due to that marriage contract in the underworld. You have never experienced love, but your love is too strong for you to distinguish right from wrong, which is normal."

As an S-rank woman, Hongluan could naturally tell Ling Xin'er's condition at a glance.

In layman's terms, it's like getting married before even having much dating experience. She really liked him, but there was no time to adjust, especially for a girl who's never been very talkative.

"My lord has a free-spirited nature, and I don't think he ever showed any signs of it during the time we spent together. However, if you like someone and treat them as one of your own, you will not let them suffer any grievances even if you don't say it out loud."

"My lord is a descendant of the Lu family, and he has inherited the masculine spirit of the Lu family men. He never says anything tender, nor is he good at it, but he has always had his own principles in his heart."

"Just like your other sister, even when she was under the influence of drugs and not in her right mind, you still had to make sure she was sure of her feelings and explain the whole story before you started acting crazy."

As if recalling something amusing, a smile appeared on Hongluan's face.

This captivating charm is something even Ling Xin'er can't match.

"So you must not think that your husband doesn't like you."

Hongluan concluded.

"Does he... dislike me?"

Upon hearing the last sentence, Ling Xin'er's eyes finally moved, and she turned her gaze from the French windows to meet Hong Luan's eyes.

"Then why didn't he come down and take me inside?"

Looking into those eyes that were staring straight at her, and hearing the barely perceptible hint of grievance in her voice, Hongluan was first taken aback, then smiled.

So that's why...

"Why don't you ask him yourself later?"

Hongluan blinked, took Ling Xin'er's slightly cold little hand, and led her into the courtyard under the red umbrella.

"I'll take you to wash up first, and then I'll make some ginger soup. You're more likely to catch a cold if you get caught in the rain."

.........

Lu Ye left after seeing Hong Luan lead Ling Xin'er into the courtyard in front of the French windows.

I went to the living room on the first floor and played hide-and-seek with Lu Xiaoyao for a while.

This little girl not only has his surname now, but she's also clinging to him, completely lacking any awareness of being a "key".

Lu also thought it was a good idea; why should a lively and cute little girl be the key?

Even Lu Xiaoyao's half-human, half-ghost body was seen by him as a representation of individuality. Who in his right mind could have a body that was half eerie and half human?

None of those who can follow Young Master Lu are ordinary people!

"I want to ride a horse! I want to ride a horse!" Lu Xiaoyao was having so much fun that she was jumping around on the sofa.

"Why are you riding that big horse? You've spoiled yourself rotten." Lu Ye decisively refused, throwing Lu Xiaohei out directly. "Go ride it."

Upon seeing Lu Xiaohei, Lu Xiaoyao's attention was indeed diverted. She used coercion and enticement to make Lu Xiaohei grow larger, and with a flip, she jumped onto him, riding him up and down in the living room.

"Don't break anything, or you won't be allowed to eat chicken legs for three days."

Lu Ye put on a show of parental authority to intimidate them for a moment, then turned and walked upstairs to the bedroom.

Push the door open and enter.

Ling Xin'er, who had been changed into a pure white dress by Hongluan, stood quietly inside.

........

"Why aren't the lights on?"

Lu Ye casually turned on the light, sat down on the soft carpet, and started taking out various ghost artifacts from his ghost pouch and categorizing them in front of him.

It's been a long time since I've organized my inventory.

Pick out the interesting ghost artifacts and set them aside, while putting the useless or low-level ones in another pile, to feed the ghost coffin on your arm later.

The main problem was that Ling Xin'er remained silent, making the atmosphere in the room somewhat awkward.

So Lu decided to find something to do.

Just as they were setting things out, a hand appeared in front of them.

When he looked up, Ling Xin'er was squatting down in front of him, helping him tidy up.

Lu Ye laughed in exasperation, "Are you trying to ease the awkwardness this way?"

Ling Xin'er on the other side still didn't speak, instead lowering her head even further until her face was almost invisible.

Lu Ye was speechless this time.

He's such a quiet person.

Why do you bury your head in the sand like an ostrich when something happens?

It was more fun when we were kids; we could talk, laugh, and even ask for chicken legs.

"Hey, girl, we're engaged now, but I made a mistake back then, and it seems difficult to break the engagement. But there must be other ways."

"Just draw a line for me, and tell me what you want to do."

"If you don't say anything, I'm leaving."

Lu was a little angry. He hadn't known that he had signed his name before getting married, given the circumstances.

But it's okay, we can get divorced again.

Seeing that Ling Xin'er still didn't intend to speak, Lu Yezhen got up and walked towards the door.

"Don't...go."

.........

Ok?

Lu Ye paused, frowning.

This voice sounds like...

He strode around, walked up to Ling Xin'er, and pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"What exactly are you...?"

Before he could finish his harsh words, Lu Ye choked on the second half of his sentence.

I was stunned for a moment.

Be nice.

Did you really cry?

Those red-rimmed eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, she was stubbornly biting her lip to keep quiet, but the tears still kept falling, and her pale face made Lu Ye's heart tighten.

"You... Hey?... Don't, don't cry, let's talk this out. Was... did I say something too harsh? Let me say it again."

It made Lu Ye stutter.

He can't stand seeing women cry.

"You just asked me what to do?"

Ling Xin'er finally spoke, her voice trembling slightly, carrying a hint of accusation.

"You held my hand and hugged me inside the barrier, and you saved me in the dungeon."

"The marriage certificate has been signed, we've kissed, we've touched, and your mother has met me."

"Now you're asking me what to do?"

Lu was stunned for a moment because he realized that Ling Xin'er had never spoken so much in one breath before, and her speech was fluent and full of emotion.

It seems she has finally become an ordinary girl who can cry and laugh.

"They told me to stay away from you because they were afraid I wouldn't be able to stop myself from getting closer to you, so I went to the Cangming team, I went to the academy dungeon, and I stayed in that dark dungeon for many years."

"They said that if I want to catch up with my sister, I must cultivate myself diligently and not be distracted by others."

"They say I can't escape, and I'll definitely come back to you sooner or later."

"They said..."

"But I... I can't do it. I never intended to run away in the first place."

I just like you.

"I like it very much."

"But...but why are you so indifferent? How could you kiss me and then act like nothing happened? I already promised to go with you, so why didn't you hold my hand and walk me in?"

"It's...it's you..."

Ling Xin'er hugged her knees tightly, her body trembling, tears streaming down her stubbornly upturned face, and finally she couldn't help but choke out a sob.

"Is it because you don't like me?"

"........."

Lu stood there awkwardly, scratching his head.

So that's what happened...

This is a mess.

It seems like he's the one who's got it wrong.

Is it his habitual behavior that has caused misunderstandings and psychological trauma to others?

"Well... um... how should I put it?"

Lu was organizing his thoughts, intending to explain something, but then he thought, what's the point of explaining now?

He bent down and picked Ling Xin'er up in his arms.

This action seemed to completely shatter Ling Xin'er's last psychological defense.

With her eyes closed, her tear-stained, salty yet icy-hot lips kissed Lu Ye's lips.

After a while, he left.

Ling Xin'er kept her eyes closed, not daring to open them, her face still bearing traces of wet tears.

Looking at the beautiful woman in his arms, Lu Ye tossed her onto the bed.

"There might be a small misunderstanding here, which is hard to explain, but I can show you."