"Hey!"

"Boooooooo!"

"Stinky girl who can see dead people," The woman in red runs around me like a little child . "Are you really not scared?"

"Do you know how many horror movies I have seen?" I tilt my head to the right and cross my arms . "You are doing a poor job at being a dead person . "

"Argh!" The woman in red grits her teeth in anger . "Those movies are stealing our thunder . Nowadays, n.o.body is scared . Do you know how boring it is for us, ghosts?"

"I don't know . " I keep walking . The unlucky thing is following me since I left the Fang main house . She is trying different antics to scare me . They are nothing but cheap parlour tricks compared to the movies I have seen on MetFleexTickles online . "I don't want to know how you can't find anything entertaining . Why are you following me?"

"Your sweet father is calling the wormy one . " Her lips curl downward . Where is this woman coming up with names? Pest? Worm?

"Who is this wormy one?" I am curious about the person . Earlier, Fang Qi threatened this woman with that 'pest' . If that pest can scare her, I should call him too . That way, I can get rid of this chatterbox .

"He is a shaman . " She waves her hands . "A poor one . There have been many before him, but I am not a weak ghost . The effects of their chanting only remain for a month at most . It's expected . . . blah blah blah . . . . with time, people are . . . blah blah blah . . . . culture and ---blah blah blah--- This generation even dares to speak . . . blah blah blah blah . . . . in front of their grandfathers . . . blah . . . blah . . . blah . . . n.o.body remembers filial piety . . . blah blah blah . . . Are you paying attention to my words?"

"No, I am not . I am starving and I am going to get food . I want to make plans for my future rather than hear a ghost lecture me on filial piety . "

She starts the lecture again . I feel like tearing my ears off . I ignore her and go to the street with food stalls . I remember a stall here with delicious dumplings .

"Miss Fang?"

Not again! If I keep walking, I can escape him right . It's a crowded street . He won't be able to find me if I run . Is it mature of me to run? It doesn't matter . I am going to run .

He grabs my hand firmly before I can sprint . It doesn't hurt, but I can't jerk it away . When did this skinny guy get strong?

"I missed you so much . " It is barely a whisper, but I hear him clearly .

"You only saw me yesterday and you missed me?" Nope, it won't work on me . I won't fall for your words, Devil boy!

"I did . " He drags me along with him . I can't free my hand from his grasp . Does all the food he eats turn into strength and no fat? It's unfair . When I eat a lot, it turns into a lot of fat . Some people are so lucky .

"I don't believe you . " I give up on freeing my hand . I will take my chances . When he is careless, I will escape .

"It's okay, Miss Fang . " Sung Jun gives me a sunny smile with a gleam in his eyes . I notice that he is wearing a navy blue s.h.i.+rt and black jeans . No matter what he wears, it looks good on him . He also smells good . . . wait! Did I think that he smells good?

Look away, Aisa! Look at those dumplings . They smell really good . Sung Jun is nothing compares to them . It's immoral to think that he smells good . He is the devil . Don't repeat the mistake . Besides, you will probably go to h.e.l.l for thinking like that for a brat who is mentally fifteen years younger than you .

"Aisa?" Sung Jun pinches my cheek . "You are lost in dreamland again?"

"I am no-" Before I can finish, he shoves a hot dumpling in my mouth . I can neither eat it or throw it away . I let it burn my tongue with tears in my eyes .

"Is it hot?" He doesn't let go of my hand . Instead, he s.h.i.+fts closer and leans toward me .

"Don't worry . " He whispers into my ear . His hot breath tickles . "I will cool your mouth later . "

"This boy is interesting . " Suddenly, the woman in red emerges in front of me . "I wonder how he intends to cool your mouth . . . is he going to use his tongue?"

I choke on the dumpling .

Hey! Boooooooo! Stinky girl who can see dead people, The woman in red runs around me like a little child . Are you really not scared? Do you know how many horror movies I have seen? I tilt my head to the right and cross my arms . You are doing a poor job at being a dead person . Argh! The woman in red grits her teeth in anger . Those movies are stealing our thunder . Nowadays, n.o.body is scared . Do you know how boring it is for us, ghosts? I dont know . I keep walking . The unlucky thing is following me since I left the Fang main house . She is trying different antics to scare me . They are nothing but cheap parlour tricks compared to the movies I have seen on MetFleexTickles online . I dont want to know how you cant find anything entertaining . Why are you following me? Your sweet father is calling the wormy one . Her lips curl downward . Where is this woman coming up with names? Pest? Worm? Who is this wormy one? I am curious about the person . Earlier, Fang Qi threatened this woman with that pest . If that pest can scare her, I should call him too . That way, I can get rid of this chatterbox . He is a shaman . She waves her hands . A poor one . There have been many before him, but I am not a weak ghost . The effects of their chanting only remain for a month at most . Its expected . blah blah blah with time, people are . blah blah blah culture and ---blah blah blah--- This generation even dares to speak . blah blah blah blah in front of their grandfathers . blah . blah . blah . n.o.body remembers filial piety . blah blah blah . Are you paying attention to my words? No, I am not . I am starving and I am going to get food . I want to make plans for my future rather than hear a ghost lecture me on filial piety . She starts the lecture again . I feel like tearing my ears off . I ignore her and go to the street with food stalls . I remember a stall here with delicious dumplings . Miss Fang? Not again! If I keep walking, I can escape him right . Its a crowded street . He wont be able to find me if I run . Is it mature of me to run? It doesnt matter . I am going to run . He grabs my hand firmly before I can sprint . It doesnt hurt, but I cant jerk it away . When did this skinny guy get strong? I missed you so much . It is barely a whisper, but I hear him clearly . You only saw me yesterday and you missed me? Nope, it wont work on me . I wont fall for your words, Devil boy! I did . He drags me along with him . I cant free my hand from his grasp . Does all the food he eats turn into strength and no fat? Its unfair . When I eat a lot, it turns into a lot of fat . Some people are so lucky . I dont believe you . I give up on freeing my hand . I will take my chances . When he is careless, I will escape . Its okay, Miss Fang . Sung Jun gives me a sunny smile with a gleam in his eyes . I notice that he is wearing a navy blue s.h.i.+rt and black jeans . No matter what he wears, it looks good on him . He also smells good . wait! Did I think that he smells good? Look away, Aisa! Look at those dumplings . They smell really good . Sung Jun is nothing compares to them . Its immoral to think that he smells good . He is the devil . Dont repeat the mistake . Besides, you will probably go to h.e.l.l for thinking like that for a brat who is mentally fifteen years younger than you . Aisa? Sung Jun pinches my cheek . You are lost in dreamland again? I am no- Before I can finish, he shoves a hot dumpling in my mouth . I can neither eat it or throw it away . I let it burn my tongue with tears in my eyes . Is it hot? He doesnt let go of my hand . Instead, he s.h.i.+fts closer and leans toward me . Dont worry . He whispers into my ear . His hot breath tickles . I will cool your mouth later . This boy is interesting . Suddenly, the woman in red emerges in front of me . I wonder how he intends to cool your mouth . is he going to use his tongue? I choke on the dumpling .