Chapter 29
Xia Leyang slept wrapped in the blanket without specifically getting up to change into his sleepwear.
When Shang Tingzhi returned to the room after taking a cold shower downstairs, he saw Xia Leyang wearing his T-shirt. Xia Leyang, like a koala, had his legs tightly wrapped around the blanket, exposing his fair thighs.
Images from earlier flashed in Shang Tingzhi’s mind, and the thoughts that had just been washed away by cold water were faintly resurfacing.
Shang Tingzhi sighed, deliberately lying down about half a meter away from Xia Leyang, trying to calm himself down. However, perhaps sensing the depression of the bed, before Shang Tingzhi could close his eyes, Xia Leyang rolled over and squirmed his way next to Shang Tingzhi.
Glancing at the exposed thighs lying on him, Shang Tingzhi took a deep breath and gently pushed Xia Leyang, saying, “Yangyang, don’t squeeze me.”
“Mm.” Xia Leyang unconsciously moved his eyeballs, retracted his restless thighs, turned half a circle, and turned his back to Shang Tingzhi.
Shang Tingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head, turned off the bedside lamp. However, when the room plunged into darkness, Xia Leyang rolled back again, snuggling into Shang Tingzhi’s arms.
“Why aren’t you hugging me?” Xia Leyang murmured.
“You…” Shang Tingzhi’s Adam’s apple moved, “Aren’t you hot?”
Shang Tingzhi’s body was like a big furnace, even in the cold winter, the surface temperature was much higher than an ordinary person’s.
“Not hot,” Xia Leyang woke up a bit more, he lifted his head, blinked, and said, “Sleeping with the air conditioner on requires being wrapped in a blanket.”
In fact, Xia Leyang was using the blanket as a pillow. Shang Tingzhi was his blanket.
Shang Tingzhi helplessly sighed, wrapped his hand around Xia Leyang’s waist, and brought him into his arms. Just to be on the safe side, he reminded, “Behave, don’t move around.”
Suddenly feeling strange, Xia Leyang crawled out of Shang Tingzhi’s embrace, pillow his head on top, and looked at Shang Tingzhi, saying, “I’ve never been well-behaved when sleeping, you know that.”
After saying this, he intentionally raised one leg, placing it over Shang Tingzhi’s waist, just like usual.
Shang Tingzhi frowned, with a headache, he said, “Put your leg down.”
“Why?” Xia Leyang grumbled discontentedly, “You let me do whatever I wanted before.”
“That was before,” Shang Tingzhi grabbed Xia Leyang’s knee pit, lifting the troublesome thigh, “Now is now.”
“Then I won’t let you hug me either,” Xia Leyang huffed and turned his back to Shang Tingzhi, saying, “You can expect to have a fever tomorrow.”
Shang Tingzhi had a splitting headache. If this thigh came to tease him again, he wouldn’t have to wait until tomorrow to have a fever; he would burn up right now.
With Xia Leyang silent and turned away, at least he could get through the night peacefully. If he really had a fever tomorrow morning, he could always bring this annoying guy over for a cuddle.
Ten minutes later.
In a drowsy state, Xia Leyang habitually rolled into Shang Tingzhi’s arms, then lifted one leg and placed it on Shang Tingzhi’s body.
Shang Tingzhi: “…”
They said they were commemorating the ghost’s death anniversary, but in the end, the ghost worked hard for half a day and didn’t gain any benefits.
Feeling guilty, Xia Leyang got up early the next morning and went to the bathroom to call the female ghost out, intending to accompany her for another day.
The female ghost lazily materialized, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, yawning unhappily. “Making noise so early in the morning, don’t I ever get to sleep?”
“Sister, it’s already eight o’clock,” Xia Leyang knocked on his empty left wrist with his right hand, indicating that it was not early anymore.
Actually, Xia Leyang also had the habit of sleeping in, but after staying with Shang Tingzhi for a while, he started waking up earlier and earlier. Sometimes, he even woke up earlier than Shang Tingzhi, just like today.
“Why are you sleeping in like him? You’re such a grown-up, and you’re still sleeping in.” Xia Leyang said.
On the other side, Shang Tingzhi was frowning with dark circles under his eyes, showing a completely sleep-deprived appearance. The main culprit that caused him to stay awake almost all night was still in the adjacent bathroom, talking bad about him: “As you get older, you need to pay attention to your schedule. Early to bed and early to rise is good.”
The female ghost was displeased with the phrase “getting older,” but after a second thought, she couldn’t be bothered to argue with this little brat. Floating up and down, she drifted over to Xia Leyang and asked, “What are we doing today?”
Yesterday was a complete loss, with no success in absorbing or watching anything. However, teaching Xia Leyang how to seduce men in the afternoon was quite interesting. At least, she had someone to talk to, not as boring as before.
“Today, let’s do something productive,” Xia Leyang, like a little team leader, crossed his hands over his chest and said seriously, “Let’s investigate your background.”
Xia Leyang found a lot of pictures of old streets in Hong Kong on the internet and showed them to the female ghost. Some she didn’t recognize, but for others, she did. After looking at hundreds of pictures, the female ghost initially had patience, but she lost interest as time went on.
“What’s the use of this?” The female ghost lazily lounged on the sofa, “I can’t remember where my home is.”
Most of the photos Xia Leyang found were representative old streets. If the female ghost didn’t live in those places, it seemed useless. Xia Leyang scratched the back of his head, entered new keywords on the webpage, and asked, “How about her? Can you remember anything?”
This time, Xia Leyang showed the female ghost pictures of Joey Wong. She immediately perked up, stuck close to Xia Leyang’s shoulder, and pointed to a photo of Joey Wong winning the title of Miss Hong Kong. “I remember her. She won the championship.”
Joey Wong winning the title of Miss Hong Kong wasn’t a secret, known to anyone who paid a little attention to Hong Kong movies.
“Are you sure it’s not from watching TV?” Xia Leyang asked.
“I was there in person.” The female ghost circled from Xia Leyang’s left shoulder to the right, pointing to the photo, “I congratulated her as soon as she stepped off the stage.”
“Really?” Xia Leyang asked half in belief, considering the female ghost couldn’t even remember her lover, making memory errors more likely.
“Of course, she’s my friend.” The female ghost circled back from Xia Leyang’s left shoulder to the right. It was evident that she was getting a bit anxious.
Xia Leyang put down the tablet and rubbed his chin, finding this a bit tricky.
Although his family was wealthy, not everything could be solved with money. Joey Wong was a famous Hong Kong actress, now living overseas. Even if he wanted to find some connections to interview her, it might not be easy.
Thinking about it, Xia Leyang opened his phone, found Joey Wong’s Weibo, and quickly found her work contact email.
These kinds of emails were mostly managed by the artist’s staff. However, Xia Leyang could only try this as a last resort.
“What are you doing?” The female ghost looked at Xia Leyang’s computer screen curiously.
“I’m sending an email to your friend.” Xia Leyang typed away on the keyboard without lifting his head.
Xia Leyang didn’t mention anything about ghosts or haunting in the email. Instead, he made up a story, portraying the female ghost as his recently deceased mother who had been away from Hong Kong for too long, changed her name, and now couldn’t remember many things, except for having a friend named Joey Wong.
He hoped Joey Wong could recall if she knew anyone who was beautiful, arrived in the mainland around 1992, as he wanted to take his mother back to her hometown.
Since Xia Leyang didn’t have a photo of the female ghost, he had to start with this email.
The female ghost couldn’t understand simplified Chinese characters and had no idea what Xia Leyang was fabricating. She asked curiously, “Will she reply to your email?”
“Not sure.” Xia Leyang finished the email with a final press of the enter key, “As long as you two aren’t plastic sisters, she should reply.”
“Plastic sisters?” The female ghost didn’t understand the term, “What is that?”
“Well…” Xia Leyang knew the meaning of the term, but when asked to explain it as a noun, he was a bit unsure.
After some thought, he explained, “It means that you invest genuine emotions and feelings into her, but she doesn’t take you seriously. To give an example, suppose she makes an appointment to go shopping and watch a movie with you, but when her boyfriend asks her out for a date, she will unhesitatingly ditch you. That’s the kind of plastic sisters.”
“I see.” The female ghost nodded in realization, then looked at Xia Leyang with confidence, saying, “So, you’re like that.”
Xia Leyang: “?”