Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I started avoiding Lian Huai.

He was no longer the innocent little boy I had watched grow up.

He still wore the necklace every day, never taking it off even to sleep.

I refused to show myself in front of him anymore.

When he was in class, I hid in his pencil case.

When he played basketball, I crawled into his pocket.

When he went to bed at night, I hid under the bed.

I simply wouldn’t let him see me.

That clever brat. Without saying a word, he actually sewed all his pockets shut a few days later.

He also kept his pencil case and backpack zipped tight at all times, leaving me no opening to slip inside.

He even placed an Annabelle doll-the thing I fear most-under the bed. Fighting fire with fire, he scared me so badly that I had no choice but to flee back into his covers.

Swallowing my pride, I acted cute and begged him.

“Lian Huai, Huaihuai, please let me go.”

He set down his book. “Give me a kiss.”

I could hardly believe my ears.

At a critical moment like this, forget one kiss-I’d kiss him to death if that’s what it took.

I cupped his head and showered him with countless “mua mua” kisses. Then, I sat up straight, my eyes sparkling like Xingxing as I waited expectantly for his next move.

A smile spread across the boy’s lips as he went back to his book, casually tossing a sentence my way:

“You really kissed me just because I asked? I never said I’d let you go after the kiss.”

I nearly fainted from rage. I lunged at him, gnawing and biting.

As a ghost, I can’t use tools to launch physical attacks, but a ghost’s power is an attack in itself. So when I hit or bit him, he could feel some level of pain.

Yet the harder I bit, the wider he smiled.

A knock suddenly sounded at the door. It pushed open, and his mother walked in carrying a plate of fruit.