Zhou Jingcheng looked over and naturally spotted the white figure. Calmly, he asked, "What is that doing? Should we call the police?"
Shi Jihan was shocked. "You're not scared? There's a ghost!"
"How could there be ghosts in this world?" Zhou Jingcheng said. "Based on the mortality rate, there would've been so many ghosts that Earth would be packed to bursting and inflation would be out of control. They wouldn't have enough places to live, so housing prices over there would definitely be high. If they really existed, they should all come out one by one to deliver takeout. After all, floating gives them a speed advantage."
Shi Jihan scrunched up his face. "...You're right, but I'm still scared."
"Then go back inside and don't come out. I'll go see what's going on." Zhou Jingcheng patted his head reassuringly and started forward.
As soon as he finished speaking, someone grabbed his arm and hugged it tightly against his chest.
"No." Shi Jihan clutched his arm and shook his head hard, as though he were hugging a protective talisman. He felt a little safer. "Xiao Zhou, we—we advance and retreat together!"
Zero-Zero-Zero said, [All talk, no skill.]
Shi Jihan covered his ears and pretended not to hear.
His cheek was nearly pressed against Zhou Jingcheng's arm. His fingers wrinkled the fabric of Zhou Jingcheng's pajamas as they clutched tightly, and his warm body heat seeped through the cloth. His hair accidentally brushed Zhou Jingcheng's neck, grazing the most sensitive patch of skin.
Zhou Jingcheng's muscles instantly tensed, then quickly relaxed. He blinked more frequently. "Mm, sure."
Where Shi Jihan could not see, his brows relaxed and the corners of his lips kept rising by pixels.
Zhou Jingcheng deliberately slowed down, inching forward bit by bit.
Thanks for the gift, white figure.