Strange Tales of the Ghosts

Xue Hu spent half an hour looking around Luo Sichen's house inside and out. After she remembered it by heart, she returned to her room. As soon as she opened the door, she saw the things on the bed. There were things like the clothes worn by women on the street, which were different from those of Xuehu’s time. There was also a plate of delicious-looking food. Not caring about so much, Xuehu took some into his stomach first. After eating, she lay on the bed and started thinking. She felt that her mind was very messy. On the one hand, she was thinking about where Qian Lu would go when she was reincarnated. On the other hand, she was thinking about where Xiaoying would be. Yes, the relationship between that woman and Luo Sichen. Xuehu has been worried in her heart. She is worried that if Mr. Wangchuan gets angry, Xiaoying will end up miserable. She doesn't know if Xiaoying's ignorant girl will cause any trouble.

Just as Xuehu was thinking about it, someone downstairs called Luo Sichen's name. Although he only heard one sound, Xuehu already recognized her as the woman who broke things and left at night. Xuehu sat up and opened the door. She listened carefully and saw no response from upstairs. She thought maybe Luo Sichen hadn't heard yet. Just when she was about to call Luo Sichen, she stopped again... Isn't this a good opportunity? If Luo Sichen valued that woman very much, Luo Sichen would definitely listen to what that woman said. When the time comes, Luo Sichen would help him find Xiaoying... Thinking of this, Xuehu quietly made the move on his own. Got upstairs and opened the door.

"Why is it you?" When the woman saw Xue Fu, she looked very surprised. She opened her mouth wide, pointed inside and asked, "Where is that guy Luo Sichen?"

"He..." Xuehu rolled his eyes and replied slyly: "He is already asleep. Do you have anything to do with him?"

"...I'm sure!" The woman gritted her teeth with hatred and clenched her fists. When Xuehu thought the woman was about to rush in, the woman turned around and prepared to leave.

Xuehu quickly grabbed the woman and said gently: "If you don't mind, I want to talk to you."

"Talk? What to talk about? Oh, please, don't misunderstand me. I'm really not interested in hearing about you and him. I only care about my apprentice. Of course, he may not tell you these things, and you don't know either. But I hope you understand that we have nothing to talk about." The short-haired woman is about the same height as Xuehu, but she is shorter than she is without high heels. She deliberately raises her head when speaking. Her facial features, which are not very delicate, have a very special look. The beauty.

Xuehu smiled and shook his head, and said very sincerely: "I really want to talk to you."

"..." The short-haired woman was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, but I don't want to enter his house. If we want to talk, let's talk outside."

"Yes." Xuehu nodded, followed the short-haired woman, walked a few steps, and came to a flower stand.

The short-haired woman looked Xuehu up and down through the streetlight and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

"What's your relationship with him?"

"This question is not easy to answer. Generally speaking, before asking this question, you should at least ask who I am and my name. This is polite." The short-haired woman used a slightly educational tone.

Xuehu nodded hurriedly. Indeed, she was not familiar with everything in the modern world, so she asked: "What is your name?"

"Luo Yi, Luo is Luo from Luohe, and Yi is Yi from Yinyi. What about you?" The short-haired woman answered readily.

After thinking for a moment, the snow fox replied with a smile: "Xue Fu, white snow, floating snow."

"Yes, it's a nice name." The short-haired woman nodded and asked doubtfully, "How long have you and Luo Sichen known each other?"

"today."

"What?! We've only known each other for a day, and you're already living together?!" The short-haired woman's voice was louder, she patted her chest, shook her head and said to herself: "Modern people's view of love is really impressive, it's so casual."

Xuehu didn't quite understand what the short-haired woman meant, so he asked, "Both your surname and his are Luo... Who are you?"

"This is a simple question. He is my brother."

"Your brother?"

"Yeah, it doesn't look like it, right? But the fact is the fact, and it can't be changed." The short-haired woman smiled.