Even hybrid monsters have their day

Chapter 220 Xiaoming

Fortunately, she was thick-skinned and resistant to the cold, Geng Miaowan comforted herself with this thought, and fell asleep on the sofa.

The next day, Peng Yuxian suggested that she return to the city and take Lu Shuaishuai with her, but Geng Miaowan refused.

"Why?" His face clearly showed displeasure.

Geng Miaowan thought for a moment, then recounted what had happened the previous night, concluding, "As soon as I entered this courtyard last night, I had a very strange feeling. Although I don't know what it is yet, I feel there's definitely something wrong here."

Seeing Peng Yuxian looking at her with a completely disbelieving expression, she continued, "Really, you have to believe me. You didn't see it last night. The way Lu Shuaishuai looked at me from behind and laughed when he was lying in bed didn't look like he was seeing someone in his imagination at all. It was like... it was like he really saw someone behind me. Even now, when I think about what happened last night, I get chills."

"Are you kidding me? Someone's behind you? Who is it? And how did they get in and out?" Peng Yuxian bombarded Geng Miaowan with questions, leaving her speechless. Regardless, she insisted on staying at Lu Shuaishuai's house. Even without her spiritual power, she still trusted her intuition.

"I don't know, but I'm going to stay here."

Seeing the same determination on her face, just like when she insisted that she would gain something by squatting next to Lu Shuaishuai, Peng Yuxian couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

The compromise was that she could stay, and he had to stay too, but of course, he would still have to sleep in the bed. Geng Miaowan had no choice but to agree.

That evening, after the three of them finished dinner, Peng Yuxian sat in the living room working on his laptop, Geng Miaowan was washing the dishes, and Lu Shuaishuai was playing with his toys in the living room. When she finished washing the dishes and came up to find him, she found that only Peng Yuxian was in the living room.

Where's Shuai Shuai?

“He said he went to his room to play,” Peng Yuxian said without looking up.

Geng Miaowan opened the door to Lu Shuaishuai's room. She saw him sitting on the floor, reading a book. She walked closer and saw it was the storybook she had read to him yesterday.

You like this story?

He nodded and said, "Xiao Ming likes this story too."

A fleeting look of surprise crossed Geng Miaowan's face. Every time Xiaoming was mentioned in this house, she felt a strange unease. But it also proved that she was right to stay here, because according to the information she received from Lu Shuaishuai, 'Xiaoming' only 'appears' in this courtyard house.

"So... Xiaoming... did he... come?" She asked the question with some difficulty, her heart conflicted between wanting him to answer that he came and wanting him to answer that he didn't.

Lu Shuaishuai glanced at him and said, "He's here, reading a book."

"Look...reading a book..." His gaze fell on Geng Miaowan's feet, and she followed his line of sight. She saw her small toes peeking out from her round slippers. She pointed to the area next to her toes, "Is it here?"

"Hmm." After saying that, Lu Shuaishuai smiled and turned a page of the book, saying to the air next to him, "If you like, I can show it to you every day."

A soft thud came from behind Geng Miaowan. She turned around and saw Peng Yuxian standing there, looking at Lu Shuaishuai with a questioning gaze. When he saw her looking over, he glanced at her in return.

She knew. He wanted her to continue.

Although the atmosphere was strange at this moment, especially when Lu Shuaishuai kept looking at the empty space at her feet with a smile on his face like a happy boy sharing his favorite thing with a good friend, she felt that her feet exposed to the air were particularly cold, even though it was the hottest season of the year.

But isn't that why she insisted on staying?

Thinking of this, Geng Miaowan suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and gave Lu Shuaishuai a gentle smile, "Then may I sit down and watch with you?"

Lu Shuaishuai didn't answer him immediately. Instead, she glanced at the air next to him questioningly before saying, "Okay. Xiaoming said you can sit next to him."

Geng Miaowan felt her body hair stand on end, starting from her toes and going upwards.

After that, Lu Shuaishuai ignored her and focused on flipping through his book. Every now and then, he would glance to the side and then turn to a page as if he had received some kind of signal. His expression was calm, and his eyes were focused and full of life, not at all like someone lost in a fantasy, appearing dazed and listless.

He was only seven years old, yet he did this with such methodical ease, as if he had done it a thousand times before. If someone were sitting next to him, it would look like a perfectly natural scene of two children reading together. But the problem was that the seat next to him was empty, making the scene look unsettling no matter how you looked at it.

As Geng Miaowan was lost in thought, she suddenly felt a cold, damp sensation on the back of her hand, as if a gust of wind from an extremely cold place had swept across it, making her shudder.

Lu Shuaishuai looked up at her and said, "Xiaoming said your hands are beautiful, just like his mother's hands."

"Thank you!" she said, turning her head to the air beside her.

After Lu Shuaishuai fell asleep, Geng Miaowan went to the living room, which was also her temporary bedroom. Peng Yuxian was sitting there motionless, seemingly deep in thought. He didn't even look up when she came in.

Geng Miaowan didn't mind. She walked over to him and saw that he had written and drawn on a piece of paper about Lu Shuaishuai's performance that night, as well as his analysis of those performances.

Thinking about what she wanted to say to him, she turned around and closed the living room door before sitting down on the sofa next to him. She picked up an apple from the coffee table, took a bite, and asked, "What do you think?"

Peng Yuxian gave her a strange look, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Judging from the current situation, his delusions are quite severe. If he doesn't receive treatment, he may continue to live in his own world."

Geng Miaowan looked down at her hands; the chilling sensation still lingered on the back. Two days ago, if she had heard him say that, she would have agreed with him. But these past two days at the Lu family home had given her a different perspective. (To be continued.)