Chapter 938
The Ghost and the Old-Fashioned Scholar
Chapter 938 The Ghost and the Old-Fashioned Scholar (9)
Wen Yanci blushed and dared not reply.
He was devoted to studying the classics and was a bit dull, but he wasn't stupid.
How could I not know what kind of thank-you gift she wanted?
Wen Yanci wasn't afraid of having his yang energy drained by her, but rather that men and women shouldn't be so close, and what exactly was their relationship now?
Shen Shuyi ignored Wen Yanci's brainstorming session, and went to the courtyard with her oil-paper umbrella to bring the painting in.
"Wen Yanci, so I am so beautiful in your eyes."
"So lifelike! It's amazing!"
"It's so lifelike! If one day I disappear from this world, then when you see this painting you'll still remember me."
"That way, it will prove that I existed."
Wen Yanci was taken aback and looked up at Shen Shuyi, "Can ghosts disappear too?"
He suddenly thought of the Fan family. He had heard that the Fan family had invited many Taoist priests and celestial masters to perform rituals. Would Miss Shen be killed?
For some reason, a complex emotion welled up in Wen Yanci's heart, a dense, throbbing tenderness.
At first, he was genuinely afraid of ghosts.
But as he spent more time with her, he realized that the female ghost in front of him was not only not an evil spirit, but also more innocent and kind than many people.
Shen Shuyi shook her head. "I don't know either. What if? My ability to have a physical body right now depends on our intimate contact."
"Wen Yanci, I also know a way to maintain human form in the long term!"
"What is it?" Wen Yanci didn't realize the urgency in his tone.
Shen Shuyi leaned closer to him, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in his ear, "It's just... the things we, as husband and wife, should do~"
Wen Yanci froze abruptly, his ears turning bright red and his cheeks burning. He turned away and whispered.
"Miss Shen, please don't tease me like that again."
Shen Shuyi scoffed, "Wen Yanci, you're the one who asked me that."
"You denied it when I asked, and even said I was teasing you."
She moved closer to Wen Yanci, covered her mouth and laughed, "Wen Yanci, your ears are so red."
Wen Yanci quickly sat down at the desk, hurriedly grabbing a pen and a book. "Miss Shen, I need to review my studies."
Shen Shuyi walked over. "Have you forgotten something?"
"What's the matter?"
"You're my tutor, huh? How about this, you teach me to practice calligraphy, it shouldn't be too difficult, right?"
“Alright.” Wen Yanci quickly stood up, almost tripping as he stumbled. “Miss Shen, please sit down.”
Shen Shuyi sat down and picked up a pen. "How do you write your name, Wen Yanci?"
Wen Yanci lowered his head. In the light, the girl's fair cheeks glowed with a faint luster. When she looked up at him, her face was innocent and expectant, making it impossible for him to look away.
His breathing became somewhat rapid, and his usually stern face turned youthful.
"I'll write it down for you to see."
Wen Yanci was somewhat annoyed when he saw the characters he had written; they were clearly not as good as he usually was.
He didn't understand why he cared so much and wanted to show his best side to Miss Shen.
Shen Shuyi picked up her brush, dipped it in ink, and her face was serene, with strands of black hair falling down her temples, revealing her fair neck.
She copied Wen Yanci's handwriting and finished writing. She looked up at Wen Yanci with a smile and said, "Wen Yanci, I'm done."
"Do you think my writing is good?"
Wen Yanci saw the smile in her eyes, and then looked at the words she wrote, each stroke very carefully.
"You write very well. It's not easy for a woman to learn to read, which shows that you must have been a very studious person in the past."
"Wen Yanci, you're praising me!"
"I am just telling the truth."
Shen Shuyi muttered, "I think my handwriting is still too immature and lacks style. I want to learn your handwriting. Please teach me."
"How should I teach?" Wen Yanci had never taught anyone before. Shen Shuyi's eyes lit up, and she smiled sweetly, "Of course, I'll teach you step by step."
Wen Yanci stood beside her, startled by her straightforward words. But then he thought, she was a free spirit, so how could she be bound by the rules of mortals?
"Wen Yanci, please teach me." Shen Shuyi raised her hand and grabbed Wen Yanci's hand, pulling it slightly.
Touched by the sincerity in her eyes, Wen Yanci walked behind her as if possessed, bent down, and placed his well-defined hand on the girl's back.
He felt a cool, smooth sensation, and his Adam's apple bobbed. "I'll teach you how to write your own name first."
"Okay." Shen Shuyi held the pen, feeling the warmth from Wen Yanci's hand.
Wen Yanci restrained his distracting thoughts and wrote each stroke with exceptional care.
But just as he finished writing Shen Shuyi's name, an unusual blush appeared on the young scholar's usually calm and stern face.
His heart was pounding.
His slender fingers turned white from exertion, and the veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible.
Shen Shuyi exclaimed in a soft voice, "Ouch! Wen Yanci, your grip on my hand hurts so much!"
Wen Yanci quickly let go of her hand, lowered her eyes, and said softly, "I'm sorry."
He moved away from Shen Shuyi's back, and Shen Shuyi stood up and pulled Wen Yanci down to sit.
She then sat down on Wen Yanci's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and tilted her head to look at the scholar in front of her.
What were you thinking about just now?
Wen Yanci lowered his head to avoid her gaze, "It's nothing."
His nostrils were filled with the sweet fragrance of a young girl and the tenderness of her embrace.
Even with his head down, Shen Shuyi could tell his emotions from the man's reddened ears.
Why are you so easily embarrassed? This is nothing.
"Wen Yanci, why don't you look up at me?"
"Miss Shen, please come down quickly." Wen Yanci lowered his head even further.
Shen Shuyi hooked her arms around his neck and said softly, "Why did you get down?"
"Is it uncomfortable for you to hold me?"
Wen Yanci's cheeks grew increasingly hot, both shy and red, giving Shen Shuyi a sense of pleasure in bullying an honest person.
"Miss Shen, men and women should not be intimate."
“Wen Yanci, it’s always the same thing he says.” Shen Shuyi leaned close to his ear.
"How about we try a different approach? I'll calm down when I'm happy."
Wen Yanci's heart pounded like a drum, his voice hoarse, "What do you want?"
Shen Shuyi grabbed his hand and placed it on her waist.
If she hadn't been sitting on his lap, Shen Shuyi would have almost thought this old-fashioned scholar was a paragon of virtue.
Shen Shuyi pressed her lips to his, "For example, the method I mentioned before that would allow me to remain in the mortal world forever."
Wen Yanci tightened his grip on her waist, holding her still. "Miss Shen, please don't move."
Shen Shuyi pecked his lips.
"Instead of blaming myself for acting rashly, I should blame myself for not having a strong enough will."
"Wen Yanci, do you want to?"
Wen Yanci's mind went blank for a moment, and then he was kissed.
I was even gently bitten.
Shen Shuyi boldly tested him, enticing him to respond.
She grabbed the man's hand from her waist and pulled it to her front, whereupon the young scholar, lost in kissing, instinctively began to caress her.
Wen Yanci held Shen Shuyi's head with one hand, and her other hand held a soft, warm palm.
Wen Yanci did not resist being close to her; in fact, he longed for it and enjoyed intimate contact with her.
He liked her; he actually fell in love with a female ghost.
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