It was already curfew time, and the county town was deathly silent, with no one walking the roads, only the firelight of patrolling constables illuminating the streets.
Chen Yi held Yin Tingxue in his arms, sleeping deeply.
Donggong Ruoshu floated around in the adjacent room, playing without a care.
Until her own demise, Miss Donggong hadn't realized how fun it was being a ghost.
Without the constraints of a fleshly body, her whole being felt light as air, lighter than wearing no clothes at all. She could drift wherever she desired, and even scare people.
As for whether she could return to her own body?
Just an external possession.
Donggong Ruoshu glanced here and there, then stopped before the bed, watching them sleep nestled together, the rhythm of their breathing almost overlapping, which made her quite happy.
This was fine. Even if she seduced him and he couldn't have her, he wouldn't be too heartbroken.
