My Ghost Lover Is Too Annoying

37. That’s Not How You Feel

Translator: Flora

Chen

Ming took a shower, and hot water splashed on his fingertips. The sharp

sting made him pull back his hand, and he swore in a low voice. The pain reminded

him that there were cuts on his fingers.

That was right. Chen Ming took two bites on his fingers. One

was just a small mark; the other was worse and a little flesh was bitten off. Now the wound started bleeding again.

Chen

Ming looked at the crystal blood for a while and then made a very childish

move-putting his finger in the mouth and sucking.

It was his blood anyway.

He

checked again and found a few more scrapes on his palms, arms, and knees. He

began to curse Bai Wuchang, “You stinky long tonguer, assigning all kinds of tough jobs to me.

After

cleaning himself up, Chen Ming walked out of the bathroom half-naked. He turned on the light and

took the bondage to dress the wounds.

Zhou

Nan observed him wrapping bandages on his fingers and noticed there

were other slight scars on his index fingers and thumbs.

“How did you hurt your hand?” He couldn’t help

asking.

Chen

Ming didn’t raise his eyes and replied, “I needed to draw some

spells and drive them with blood. I bit them.”

The nerves of the fingertips linked the heart. Zhou Nan looked at his own hands and imagined how terrible the pain could be. He could not help trembling.

“Can’t you bring a needle or something? Maybe it’ll be better.”

Chen

Ming shook his head, ” I can’t control that gadget in panic.”

There was a thorn in his knee. He gritted and pulled it out, realizing his

clothes were too thin.

“Then

why don’t you prepare the blood in advance?” Zhou Nan kept suggesting.

”

Not as convenient as taking it out whenever I need it.” Chen Ming was amused by his naivete, “Since ancient times, we have been using

our blood. My master has a long pinkie nail so he could pierce the skin with

it.”

So

many days had passed, and Zhou Nan never saw Chen Ming socialized with anyone of his Master’s age,  so he asked foolishly, “You have a master?”

Chen

Ming choked, “Why don’t I ! I wasn’t born with the ability to catch ghosts.”

Zhou

Nan coughed to cover his awkwardness, “Then why don’t you have

a long nail?”

“It’s

weird for a guy to keep long nails. Besides, even if I don’t care, Bai Yiyi

wouldn’t…” Chen Ming suddenly stopped. He remembered that he had already broken up with

Bai Yiyi, and it was annoying to mention her.

Silence fell.

Chen

Ming didn’t want to break the silence. He focused on the wound and ignored the

awkwardness.

Zhou

Nan felt suffocating. He lowered his head slowly and tried

to persuade them to make it up: “You were such a good match…” As he said this, his heart suddenly ached, and he couldn’t continue.

He was taught to be tactful as he grew up, but he knew it was not easy to

say things against his heart.

Chen

Ming glanced at him and did not notice anything.

Zhou

Nan looked at Chen Ming, bit his lip, and didn’t know what to say, afraid

that his mind would be seen through.

After

half a second, Chen Ming looked away.

Zhou

Nan felt baffled and uneasy.

“I’m

going to bed.” Chen Ming whispered, meaning that the topic was over. He

casually threw the bandage on the table, and the white cloth spread out onto the

ground.

Chen

Ming was already lying on his side in bed, and Zhou Nan could only see Chen Ming’s back. He silently turned off the lights.