It was past midnight, and Leng Wan was still pondering over the matter of "ghosts".
She recalled the first night Murong Yan returned, the bed in the guest room had inexplicably been slept in. Plus, Murong Yan often talked to the air... All these signs indicated that there was someone by Murong Yan's side!
No, it couldn't be a person!
If it were a person, how could she not see them?
Could it be that ghosts really exist in this world?
If her rival in love was a ghost, how could she deal with that?
...
The next morning, Nan Moxin woke up in Murong Yan's embrace. The two were entangled, limbs intertwined beyond separation.
Nan Moxin was startled and hurriedly broke away from him: "You, you, you lecher!"
Murong Yan was utterly exhausted, he didn't even know how he'd fallen asleep after enduring the whole night. Now, he was so sleepy, he wanted to continue sleeping.
He stretched out his long arm and pulled her back into his embrace: "Don't move, let's sleep a little more."
