It felt as though a bird had been tucked inside his clothes and was hopping wildly about, his heart chirping away.
That heart-straining sensation rose in Qi Gu again, as though something invisible had bound him and pulled tight, yet along with that tightness came threads of tingling warmth.
Qi Gu instinctively pressed a hand over his birdlike, fluttering heart, his words coming in a rush, as if he were hurrying to catch a train about to leave. "That's good, then!"
[Huh... judging by Gugu's reaction, he isn't completely clueless about romance.]
[He's cracked the door open a sliver, not much. In other words, still clueless.]
[Hehehe, clutching his chest-is his heart beating too fast?!]
[With Zhizhi coming on this strong, wouldn't it be hard not to fall for him? After all, Zhizhi has maxed-out looks and wealth, and he's a scheming charmer too. Who could turn down a scheming charmer who has eyes only for you?]
[How does that old saying go? You don't like scheming charmers because you're not the one they like...]
[Lu Xun: I really didn't say that one.]
Without looking back, Qi Gu strode through the winding corridor as though some ferocious beast were chasing him, swiftly reaching the vermilion doors of the Main House.
Dim candlelight glowed inside—the Scenic Area staff had helped light the candles before leaving—barely illuminating the little space around the flames: a small table and two Grandmaster’s Chairs, one on either side.
The bed stood to the left. On the right, a small window opened toward the courtyard, with an antique-style dressing table beneath it, presumably where Mo Zhou's mother had done her hair and makeup.
There was nothing particularly unusual about the room's furnishings, but considering that Opera Ghost was a ghost who never played by the rules, Qi