Taking something from a ghost, or giving something to a ghost, could establish a special connection similar to a marriage contract.
As long as the ghost desired it.
Just like taking Song Yu’s talisman in the <First High School> instance.
And as long as one formed this kind of relationship with a ghost, they would gradually lose their human identity and also forfeit the qualification to pass through the instance.
That’s why, in the restroom, the system prevented Ruan Qing from giving tissue paper.
However, he never expected that Qi Muran would take someone from a safe place and then gift him to the Ghost King.
Yes, gift.
Hiding the person and then diverting the Ghost King’s attention was no different from giving the person away.
Unfortunately, Qi Muran was livestreaming, making it impossible for the system to intervene.
Because as long as a player was livestreaming, the main game system could monitor all of the player’s actions.
So, the system could only helplessly watch as Qi Muran took the person away and witnessed him giving the person to the Ghost King.
If Ruan Qing were in a clearer state of mind, he might have figured out a solution himself. However, he was foolishly drugged by Qiao Nuo.
The system sighed softly, finally opening the virtual panel, quickly typing a sentence, and then sending it out.
The next second, Qiao Nuo’s phone in some corner of the First University suddenly rang.
Qiao Nuo, who had been annoyed because he couldn’t find the Ghost King as the teacher had said, became even more irritated upon hearing the sound of a text message in the late night.
In the late evening, it’s either calls or messages. Were these people sick or something?
***
Ruan Qing didn’t know how long he had slept. Suddenly, he felt someone touching him, and in his drowsiness, he opened his eyes slightly.
But his consciousness wasn’t fully awake yet. He just sat up from the bed, yawned, and rubbed his sleepy eyes with a somewhat dazed expression.
A bedroom with a very cozy arrangement, giving off a comfortable vibe.
Standing by Ruan Qing’s bed was a man around 20 years old, dressed very formally with a rose pinned to his chest.
Handsome and noble, resembling a prince.
The man looked at the slightly aggrieved young man, who seemed like a bullied kitten due to being awakened, chuckled lightly, and sat directly on the bedside.
Gently caressing Ruan Qing’s face, he spoke with a tender tone, “Alright, wife, it’s not early anymore. Time to get up.”
“Let’s sleep after the wedding is over.”
Wedding...?
Ruan Qing’s hand, rubbing his eyes, paused for a moment. Whose wedding was it?
It seemed to be his wedding with Brother Qi.
He and Brother Qi were neighbors, childhood friends who grew up together.
Because Brother Qi was a few years older, he always took care of him. Even when they were kids, Brother Qi would drive away the bullies who hurt him, disregarding his own injuries.
So, he had been secretly in love with Brother Qi since childhood, hoping to marry him when they grew up.
Fortunately, Brother Qi liked him too.
After he confessed, Brother Qi happily agreed, and they were finally together.
And today was their wedding day.
When Ruan Qing’s consciousness fully awakened, he tilted his head towards the man in front of him, revealing a happy and radiant smile. “Brother Qi, good morning!”
The man, looking at the young man’s smile, was momentarily stunned.
He knew how afraid the young man was of ‘him,’ so much so that he would faint at the sight of anything terrifying.
So whenever ‘he’ appeared, all he saw was the young man crying.
The way the young man cried out of fear was quite beautiful, evoking sympathy and making it irresistible for others to control themselves.
But it couldn’t compare to the young man’s smile.
Clean and pure, extremely dazzling.
As if injecting vibrant colors into a world of ink and wash, the entire world turned into a mere backdrop.
Even in the midst of thousands of people, he could be seen at a glance.
When the young man summoned ‘him,’ he already belonged to ‘him.’
And he would only be ‘his.’
Everyone who coveted the young man should die.
The man concealed the chilling coldness in his eyes, gently ruffled the young man’s hair. “Good morning, but from today, you should call me husband.”
With a wedding about to take place, they would naturally become legal spouses, so calling each other “husband” was only fitting.
However, the word ‘husband’ couldn’t be uttered by Ruan Qing no matter how hard he tried. He shyly pursed his lips. “No, I prefer calling you Brother Qi.”
“And the ceremony hasn’t taken place yet.”
“Okay, okay, we can call each other that after the ceremony.” The man looked at the obviously shy young man on the bed, not angry, but instead indulgently smiled. “It’s getting late. Do you want me to carry you up?”
“Yes.” Ruan Qing directly reached out his hand, and his beautiful eyes were filled with dependence and admiration for the man.
It’s as if he’s being coquettish with the person in front of him, as if the man was his entire world.
The man looked at the young man reaching out towards ‘him’, and his heart seemed to skip a beat once again.
It was an extremely exciting illusion.
Indeed, just an illusion. ‘He’ was no longer human; how could his heart beat?
Moreover, ‘he’ hadn’t found his heart yet; it was just an illusion created by the fantasy that made the man think ‘he’ had a heartbeat.
However, it didn’t matter; ‘he’ could already sense that the heart, which had disappeared, had returned to the First University.
‘He’ would retrieve it.
The man easily lifted the young man and took him to freshen up, taking care of him very thoughtfully.
Thoughtful, like a dedicated servant.
But unlike a servant, ‘he’ was willingly doing this.
Willingly doing everything for the young man and enjoying it.
It was an emotion that the man had never experienced as a human, as if ‘he’ had the happiness of having the whole world.
If death meant waiting for the arrival of the young man, then it’s not a bad thing at all.
‘He’ seemed to be grateful for death.
The man’s long-standing resentment and unwillingness had all dissipated at this moment.
Ruan Qing didn’t notice the man’s gaze. He was wearing a suit similar to the man’s, standing in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting his clothes.
After looking at himself in the mirror for almost half a minute, he nodded in satisfaction.
Suddenly, Ruan Qing’s gaze paused.
...Why was there only his reflection in the mirror?
He was clearly standing with Brother Qi.
However, the mirror only reflected his own figure.
Ruan Qing turned to look behind him and realized that the man wasn’t standing by his side but rather tidying up the bedding by the bed.
That position was no longer within the distance and angle visible in the mirror.
After all, the floor mirror was facing the other side of the bed.
Ruan Qing withdrew his gaze, covering the position of his heart, and looked at himself in the mirror with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
There was also an imperceptible fear in his eyes.
It’s felt a bit strange.
Although he had married Brother Qi, whom he had always deeply loved, he didn’t feel happy and excited. Instead, he felt uneasy and anxious.
As if he was afraid.
Afraid?
Why was he afraid? What was he afraid of?
He should be happy to marry Brother Qi...
Ruan Qing picked up the tie and looked at the man by the bed. “Brother Qi, I always can’t tie it properly. Can you help me with it?”
Normally, when asking for help with a tie, one would walk over with the tie in hand.
But Ruan Qing didn’t. He still stood in front of the mirror.
Seemingly waiting for the man to come over.
Upon seeing this, the man immediately walked over, smiling indulgently, “You, if you leave me, what are you going to do?”
Ruan Qing glanced at the reflection of the two in the mirror, handed the tie over, and smiled at the man. “Then I won’t leave.”
Upon hearing this, the man looked at the young man with a deep gaze. “Good.”
The young man told him that he wouldn’t leave.
Perhaps there were no sweeter words in the world than this.
But if the young man knew that ‘he’ wasn’t human, he might faint in tears, just like last time.
The man cast a glance at the figure covered in bloodstains in the mirror; ‘he’ wouldn’t give him a chance to discover it.
As long as ‘he’ reclaimed his body, ‘he’ wouldn’t be the frightening appearance that scared the young man.
The man lowered his gaze, concealing the expression in his eyes, restoring the noble and gentle appearance. He took a tie and helped the young man put it on.
Ruan Qing looked up at the man who was tying the tie for him, delicate brows slightly curved. “Do I look good?”
The man, with a deep gaze, looked at the young man as splendid as a rose. “You look good.”
The man even nodded, as if to reinforce the credibility of his words.
The young man was extraordinarily beautiful, indescribably so.
Dressed in a white suit, he seemed like a deity mistakenly entering the mortal realm.
Cold yet noble, noble to the point of being untouchable.
But because of the slightly raised phoenix eyes and the teardrop mole at the corner of his left eye, he gained a touch of beauty and charm, a hint of allure and... seduction.
It made people want to recklessly desecrate him, strip off his clothes, and have their way with him.
No one could resist defiling such a lofty deity.
The man’s gaze deepened, and he couldn’t help but extend his hand, pulling the young man into his arms from behind as they faced the mirror.
Ruan Qing tilted his head in confusion.
Just as he was about to say ‘what’s wrong,’ the man directly captured his chin, and then he felt the warmth of the man’s lips.
Ruan Qing widened his eyes, instinctively trying to avoid.
But the man didn’t give him a chance; with a slight force on his hand, he turned him to face ‘him’ and kissed him again.
This time, it wasn’t a gentle lick but a firm grip on Ruan Qing’s fair chin, taking the opportunity to intrude between his lips.
Ruan Qing wanted to push him away, but his hand froze halfway.
Why was he resisting like this?
Clearly, they had already done more intimate things before, and today was his wedding with Brother Qi.
What they were doing now was perfectly justified.
Could this be what they called a fear of marriage?
If he pushed Brother Qi away now, wouldn’t Brother Qi be hurt?
Ruan Qing’s stiff body relaxed a bit, obediently allowing the man to kiss.
The next moment, as if Ruan Qing felt something, his face immediately turned red. He couldn’t even lift his head. “Can’t you... endure it for a moment?”
“Can’t endure.” The man’s voice was so low that only Ruan Qing could hear.
Perhaps because it was so low, the deep voice carried a hint of magnetism, with subtle teasing that made the heartbeats uncontrollably quicken.
The young man was too obedient, and ‘he’ really couldn’t resist.
There’s still a long time until dawn, and ‘he’ has enough time.
Taking something from a ghost, or giving something to a ghost, could establish a special connection similar to a marriage contract.
As long as the ghost desired it.
Just like taking Song Yu’s talisman in the <First High School> instance.
And as long as one formed this kind of relationship with a ghost, they would gradually lose their human identity and also forfeit the qualification to pass through the instance.
That’s why, in the restroom, the system prevented Ruan Qing from giving tissue paper.
However, he never expected that Qi Muran would take someone from a safe place and then gift him to the Ghost King.
Yes, gift.
Hiding the person and then diverting the Ghost King’s attention was no different from giving the person away.
Unfortunately, Qi Muran was livestreaming, making it impossible for the system to intervene.
Because as long as a player was livestreaming, the main game system could monitor all of the player’s actions.
So, the system could only helplessly watch as Qi Muran took the person away and witnessed him giving the person to the Ghost King.
If Ruan Qing were in a clearer state of mind, he might have figured out a solution himself. However, he was foolishly drugged by Qiao Nuo.
The system sighed softly, finally opening the virtual panel, quickly typing a sentence, and then sending it out.
The next second, Qiao Nuo’s phone in some corner of the First University suddenly rang.
Qiao Nuo, who had been annoyed because he couldn’t find the Ghost King as the teacher had said, became even more irritated upon hearing the sound of a text message in the late night.
In the late evening, it’s either calls or messages. Were these people sick or something?
***
Ruan Qing didn’t know how long he had slept. Suddenly, he felt someone touching him, and in his drowsiness, he opened his eyes slightly.
But his consciousness wasn’t fully awake yet. He just sat up from the bed, yawned, and rubbed his sleepy eyes with a somewhat dazed expression.
A bedroom with a very cozy arrangement, giving off a comfortable vibe.
Standing by Ruan Qing’s bed was a man around 20 years old, dressed very formally with a rose pinned to his chest.
Handsome and noble, resembling a prince.
The man looked at the slightly aggrieved young man, who seemed like a bullied kitten due to being awakened, chuckled lightly, and sat directly on the bedside.
Gently caressing Ruan Qing’s face, he spoke with a tender tone, “Alright, wife, it’s not early anymore. Time to get up.”
“Let’s sleep after the wedding is over.”
Wedding...?
Ruan Qing’s hand, rubbing his eyes, paused for a moment. Whose wedding was it?
It seemed to be his wedding with Brother Qi.
He and Brother Qi were neighbors, childhood friends who grew up together.
Because Brother Qi was a few years older, he always took care of him. Even when they were kids, Brother Qi would drive away the bullies who hurt him, disregarding his own injuries.
So, he had been secretly in love with Brother Qi since childhood, hoping to marry him when they grew up.
Fortunately, Brother Qi liked him too.
After he confessed, Brother Qi happily agreed, and they were finally together.
And today was their wedding day.
When Ruan Qing’s consciousness fully awakened, he tilted his head towards the man in front of him, revealing a happy and radiant smile. “Brother Qi, good morning!”
The man, looking at the young man’s smile, was momentarily stunned.
He knew how afraid the young man was of ‘him,’ so much so that he would faint at the sight of anything terrifying.
So whenever ‘he’ appeared, all he saw was the young man crying.
The way the young man cried out of fear was quite beautiful, evoking sympathy and making it irresistible for others to control themselves.
But it couldn’t compare to the young man’s smile.
Clean and pure, extremely dazzling.
As if injecting vibrant colors into a world of ink and wash, the entire world turned into a mere backdrop.
Even in the midst of thousands of people, he could be seen at a glance.
When the young man summoned ‘him,’ he already belonged to ‘him.’
And he would only be ‘his.’
Everyone who coveted the young man should die.
The man concealed the chilling coldness in his eyes, gently ruffled the young man’s hair. “Good morning, but from today, you should call me husband.”
With a wedding about to take place, they would naturally become legal spouses, so calling each other “husband” was only fitting.
However, the word ‘husband’ couldn’t be uttered by Ruan Qing no matter how hard he tried. He shyly pursed his lips. “No, I prefer calling you Brother Qi.”
“And the ceremony hasn’t taken place yet.”
“Okay, okay, we can call each other that after the ceremony.” The man looked at the obviously shy young man on the bed, not angry, but instead indulgently smiled. “It’s getting late. Do you want me to carry you up?”
“Yes.” Ruan Qing directly reached out his hand, and his beautiful eyes were filled with dependence and admiration for the man.
It’s as if he’s being coquettish with the person in front of him, as if the man was his entire world.
The man looked at the young man reaching out towards ‘him’, and his heart seemed to skip a beat once again.
It was an extremely exciting illusion.
Indeed, just an illusion. ‘He’ was no longer human; how could his heart beat?
Moreover, ‘he’ hadn’t found his heart yet; it was just an illusion created by the fantasy that made the man think ‘he’ had a heartbeat.
However, it didn’t matter; ‘he’ could already sense that the heart, which had disappeared, had returned to the First University.
‘He’ would retrieve it.
The man easily lifted the young man and took him to freshen up, taking care of him very thoughtfully.
Thoughtful, like a dedicated servant.
But unlike a servant, ‘he’ was willingly doing this.
Willingly doing everything for the young man and enjoying it.
It was an emotion that the man had never experienced as a human, as if ‘he’ had the happiness of having the whole world.
If death meant waiting for the arrival of the young man, then it’s not a bad thing at all.
‘He’ seemed to be grateful for death.
The man’s long-standing resentment and unwillingness had all dissipated at this moment.
Ruan Qing didn’t notice the man’s gaze. He was wearing a suit similar to the man’s, standing in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting his clothes.
After looking at himself in the mirror for almost half a minute, he nodded in satisfaction.
Suddenly, Ruan Qing’s gaze paused.
...Why was there only his reflection in the mirror?
He was clearly standing with Brother Qi.
However, the mirror only reflected his own figure.
Ruan Qing turned to look behind him and realized that the man wasn’t standing by his side but rather tidying up the bedding by the bed.
That position was no longer within the distance and angle visible in the mirror.
After all, the floor mirror was facing the other side of the bed.
Ruan Qing withdrew his gaze, covering the position of his heart, and looked at himself in the mirror with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
There was also an imperceptible fear in his eyes.
It’s felt a bit strange.
Although he had married Brother Qi, whom he had always deeply loved, he didn’t feel happy and excited. Instead, he felt uneasy and anxious.
As if he was afraid.
Afraid?
Why was he afraid? What was he afraid of?
He should be happy to marry Brother Qi...
Ruan Qing picked up the tie and looked at the man by the bed. “Brother Qi, I always can’t tie it properly. Can you help me with it?”
Normally, when asking for help with a tie, one would walk over with the tie in hand.
But Ruan Qing didn’t. He still stood in front of the mirror.
Seemingly waiting for the man to come over.
Upon seeing this, the man immediately walked over, smiling indulgently, “You, if you leave me, what are you going to do?”
Ruan Qing glanced at the reflection of the two in the mirror, handed the tie over, and smiled at the man. “Then I won’t leave.”
Upon hearing this, the man looked at the young man with a deep gaze. “Good.”
The young man told him that he wouldn’t leave.
Perhaps there were no sweeter words in the world than this.
But if the young man knew that ‘he’ wasn’t human, he might faint in tears, just like last time.
The man cast a glance at the figure covered in bloodstains in the mirror; ‘he’ wouldn’t give him a chance to discover it.
As long as ‘he’ reclaimed his body, ‘he’ wouldn’t be the frightening appearance that scared the young man.
The man lowered his gaze, concealing the expression in his eyes, restoring the noble and gentle appearance. He took a tie and helped the young man put it on.
Ruan Qing looked up at the man who was tying the tie for him, delicate brows slightly curved. “Do I look good?”
The man, with a deep gaze, looked at the young man as splendid as a rose. “You look good.”
The man even nodded, as if to reinforce the credibility of his words.
The young man was extraordinarily beautiful, indescribably so.
Dressed in a white suit, he seemed like a deity mistakenly entering the mortal realm.
Cold yet noble, noble to the point of being untouchable.
But because of the slightly raised phoenix eyes and the teardrop mole at the corner of his left eye, he gained a touch of beauty and charm, a hint of allure and... seduction.
It made people want to recklessly desecrate him, strip off his clothes, and have their way with him.
No one could resist defiling such a lofty deity.
The man’s gaze deepened, and he couldn’t help but extend his hand, pulling the young man into his arms from behind as they faced the mirror.
Ruan Qing tilted his head in confusion.
Just as he was about to say ‘what’s wrong,’ the man directly captured his chin, and then he felt the warmth of the man’s lips.
Ruan Qing widened his eyes, instinctively trying to avoid.
But the man didn’t give him a chance; with a slight force on his hand, he turned him to face ‘him’ and kissed him again.
This time, it wasn’t a gentle lick but a firm grip on Ruan Qing’s fair chin, taking the opportunity to intrude between his lips.
Ruan Qing wanted to push him away, but his hand froze halfway.
Why was he resisting like this?
Clearly, they had already done more intimate things before, and today was his wedding with Brother Qi.
What they were doing now was perfectly justified.
Could this be what they called a fear of marriage?
If he pushed Brother Qi away now, wouldn’t Brother Qi be hurt?
Ruan Qing’s stiff body relaxed a bit, obediently allowing the man to kiss.
The next moment, as if Ruan Qing felt something, his face immediately turned red. He couldn’t even lift his head. “Can’t you... endure it for a moment?”
“Can’t endure.” The man’s voice was so low that only Ruan Qing could hear.
Perhaps because it was so low, the deep voice carried a hint of magnetism, with subtle teasing that made the heartbeats uncontrollably quicken.
The young man was too obedient, and ‘he’ really couldn’t resist.
There’s still a long time until dawn, and ‘he’ has enough time.
