What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

As if she had forgotten what happened that morning, even while eating breakfast, her expression and behavior were very natural.

For a moment, An Chen also had the illusion that nothing had happened.

"How did I give you hickeys yesterday?" Jiu Ge tugged at An Chen's high collar with one hand and touched An Chen's neck with the other.

It didn't fade, so it doesn't seem fake.

She frowned, then carefully rubbed the hickey on An Chen's neck.

"Hiss... He just leaned in and took a deep breath. Are you doubting him? Or are you trying to debunk his claims?"

An Chen quickly moved to the side.

“Because you always trick me, I have reason to be suspicious,” Jiuge said confidently.

She looked serious, not at all like she was joking.

“This mark is obviously real, and look, I haven’t said anything.” An Chen touched his neck, then his eyebrows.

"You said you would return it to me," Jiuge said after a moment's hesitation.

An Chen remained silent.

"That's a matter for the future." He didn't intend to take back his words.

"There will be marks, which means it will hurt a lot." Jiuge looked at the TV that hadn't been turned on yet, her gaze shifting away from An Chen's neck.

“I am indeed in a lot of pain,” An Chen agreed.

"Hmm..." Jiuge felt that she was in the wrong.

In that case, returning it seems...

“I’ll be gentler,” An Chen said with a light laugh, tapping Jiu Ge’s shoulder.

"Ah?" Jiuge covered her neck.

She still didn't want to...

“Not now,” An Chen glanced at Jiu Ge and added.

"But... how can you prove that I did it?" Jiuge's eyes darted around as she began to argue.

"Do you want someone else to have done it?" An Chen suddenly chuckled.

"You!" Jiuge turned her head and looked at An Chen with a somewhat angry expression.

"I'll record video and audio next time," An Chen waved his hand, his gaze shifting to the phone on the coffee table.

"No!" Jiuge shook her head frantically, afraid that An Chen would really do that.

"Then?" An Chen rested his chin on his hand, his eyes narrowing.

"Then when you retaliate against me, be gentler, go a little lower..." Jiuge held her head, already resigned to her fate.

"Actually, if you don't want to, I don't have to give it back," An Chen kindly added.

"Really?" Jiuge looked up, her eyes regaining their sparkle.

"All you need to do now is repeat what you said in your sleep last night." An Chen stared intently at Jiu Ge, his expression serious.

"What did I say?" Jiuge asked, puzzled.

“It’s just…” An Chen felt it was strange that he repeated it.

He picked up his phone and started texting Jiuge face-to-face.

An Chen: [An Chen, feet, kisses.]

An Chen: [An Chen, you really are a pervert, I won't give you my foot, hehe.]

An Chen: [Hehehe, don't kiss my hair.]

An Chen: [His hair turned into bread.]

An Chen: [An Chen, is this what they call "planting a hickey"? People online say this is what it means.]

A series of notification sounds rang out, and Jiuge paused for a moment before picking up her phone.

Five seconds later, the phone slipped smoothly from her hand.

Chapter 292 Do you like me or my legs? (Seeking monthly votes and subscriptions)

Awu is indeed a dedicated subordinate.

Since An Chen assigned him the task of wandering around the Spirit Realm's mental health clinic in his true form for a while every day, Zhang Zhidong has been able to see Awu for about five minutes every night since the second day.

"An Chen sent me, don't hit me!" Every time he arrived at the designated location, Awu would shout to Zhang Zhidong, who was emitting golden light.

Unfortunately, Zhang Zhidong always shook his head at him, and that was the end of it.

It was as if they didn't take Awu seriously at all.

Over time, even the little cat and the parrot next to Zhang Zhidong became bolder.

In those limited five minutes, the two of them would bare their teeth at Awu.

In extreme cases, they might even drift behind Awu and headbutt him.

"Damn it!" Awu was furious but unable to vent his anger.

Even if you want to fight the spirit, you can't.

An Chen gave her instructions in front of her, and Jiu Ge threatened her from behind.

Awu's spiritual life is truly stifling right now.

For a long time now, An Chen would occasionally take Jiu Ge out for a walk in the evening.

Even if they occasionally saw Awu, they would simply say hello and leave.

It's as if they have no idea how hard they're trying to avoid suspicious people.

Today, as usual, Awu stood opposite the Spirit World Mental Health Clinic.

This time, however, he chose not to continue calling out to Zhang Zhidong.

My dignity is already shattered; it cannot be shattered any further.

What kind of logic is it to be trampled underfoot and then have to lick someone's shoes?

However, things did not go as Awu wished.

Seeing that Awu didn't come over, Zhang Zhidong gave a word of advice to the "Zashiki-warashi" Mao Maotou and floated straight towards the other side.

"Officer Zhang, I was wrong. I didn't mean to not greet you." Awu admitted defeat in a second.

There's a saying that goes, "A true man can bend and stretch."

He believed that one day he would be able to get revenge.

“That’s right! Not this one!” Zhang Zhidong snapped his fingers.

“…” Awu remained silent.

An Chen had snapped his fingers at him a few times before.

Every time Awu hears the snap of his fingers, nothing good ever happens to him.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" He hesitated for a moment, then chose to kneel down on the ground.

After kneeling many times and over time, Awu gradually got used to it.

It's only temporary anyway; the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs is something...

“Not bad! I want to ask, have you become familiar with almost all the things that arrested you these days?” The golden light emanating from Zhang Zhidong grew hotter and hotter.

Awu felt very uncomfortable.

“I’ve gotten to know some of them well, but not others.” He looked up, his voice sounding weary.

“Good! If any of them seem suspicious, unlike ordinary spirits, you should pay close attention. If you are absolutely certain that the other party is not simple, you can follow them when appropriate. Let me know if anything happens.” Zhang Zhidong looked down at Awu on the ground.

He didn't know why Awu was kneeling for no reason.

However, considering his own identity, Zhang Zhidong stopped worrying about it.

Seeing the police probably reminded Awu of his past sins, and he naturally wanted to confess.

“That’s right! You don’t need to confess to me. You should confess to the people or spirits you’ve harmed.” Zhang Zhidong crossed his arms, his eyes shining.

He was well aware of the arrangements An Chen had made for Awu.

When the time was almost up, he gave Awuti the wake-up call as required.

"Yes." Awu nodded quickly.

Although I don't understand what it's saying, I'll just agree.

When you're a beast of burden, you should act like one.

In the past, there were many TV dramas about people who were constantly humiliated but eventually got their names cleared and sat on the throne.

He doesn't mind the humiliation he faces now in order to regain his former glory in the future.

"Not bad! Not bad!" Zhang Zhidong nodded in satisfaction.

He touched the police badge, then got up and floated away.

After Zhang Zhidong left, Awu stumbled to his feet.

Heroic spirits are a hassle.

It seems that the more evil something is, the stronger they become.

This must be some kind of curse!

……

Have you ever tried taking off the bracelet?

In An Chen's room, Jiu Ge held An Chen's arm and looked him over from left to right.

“I’ve tried it.” An Chen touched the bracelet on his wrist.

He tried it on a whim while taking a bath.