Qing Wu rarely felt guilty and was uncharacteristically self-reflective.
Xiao Chenyuan lowered his gaze and saw the remorse and guilt on her face, he was momentarily dazed.
Qing Wu felt warmth on her forehead—his palm was covering it.
She spoke softly, "What are you doing?"
Xiao Chenyuan replied, "Your expression is strange. I'm checking if you're having a fever."
He lowered his hand and muttered, "Your forehead isn't hot, and ghosts shouldn't be able to get fevers… so what's wrong?"
He was genuinely puzzled—just now, the little ghost's expression looked as if she had been possessed.
Qing Wu: "…..."
"A wild boar can't appreciate fine grain. Do I have to scold you for you to think I'm acting normal?"
Xiao Chenyuan chuckled. "Mm, now you seem normal."
That earlier gentle and obedient look on her had been downright creepy.
Qing Wu rolled her eyes and shoved him. "Go away, move aside!"
