In the middle of the night, Xu Su woke up thirsty and crawled out to find some water.
He had to admit, the production team had shown foresight. In this pitch darkness, when he was so damn sleepy, drinking from a dipping saucer really was much easier than drinking from a wild taro leaf.
After gulping down the water, Xu Su felt as if he had seen a ghost.
"!!!"
"**Aaaaaaah! A ghost-**mmph!..."
Halfway through his howl, the "ghost" clamped a hand over his mouth.
Xu Su cursed Fuck inwardly, then widened his eyes, trying to make out exactly which ghost was plotting his death so he could lodge a complaint with the King of Hell when he reached the underworld.
He saw that ghostly face slowly draw closer.
"You're actually afraid of ghosts?"
Xu Su: "..."
What a load of hot air that question was.
Xu Su pried off that annoying hand. "There are even people I'm afraid of, let alone ghosts!"
Huo Yuchen's lips curved in amusement. "That sounds like a dig at me."
"It doesn't 'sound like' one. It is one!"
Xu Su irritably shoved the dipping saucer into his arms.
"Stop coming out dressed as a ghost for no reason! If you really like playing dress-up, pick someone popular, like the God of Wealth or Santa Claus!"
"...Wouldn't playing those two require props befitting their identities?"
Huo Yuchen looked at him uncertainly.
Xu Su said, "Of course! Otherwise, what the hell are you even dressing up for?"
"..."
I knew it.
Huo Yuchen reached up and pinched his cheek. "Can't that mischievous little head of yours think of something useful?"
Xu Su said, "I'm a useless thing. How could I think of anything useful?"
"...Who said you were useless?"
"Don't listen to those trolls online."
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