What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

After finishing, Jiuge remained motionless, her back to An Chen.

An Chen could roughly imagine the complex inner turmoil Jiu Ge was experiencing due to her bewilderment, as well as the awkward and embarrassed expression on her face.

"I think they mean to cut off each other's kidneys." After thinking for a moment, An Chen brought the topic back.

He spoke casually, as if nothing had happened.

"Let's report this group; it's a whole bunch of them."

After a long while, Jiuge finally turned around.

The blush on her face had faded, and her expression became serious again.

Jiuge picked up her phone and turned on the screen.

It seems like they really want to call the police.

"Wait a minute. Although, they were just joking around, they didn't really mean to cut off each other's kidneys," An Chen quickly explained.

"How did you know?" Jiuge stopped pressing the keys, her face full of doubt.

“This is obvious. You don’t have much contact with people and you don’t surf the internet, so it’s normal that you can’t figure it out.” An Chen said, letting out a breath.

If the police had actually been called, Jiuge would have handed him the phone and let him speak, causing a complete misunderstanding.

If An Chen is holding the phone and refuses to talk, Jiu Ge will definitely get very angry and do something about it.

“I…” Jiuge had no way to refute it.

“We’ll understand these things as we get to know them,” An Chen said gently, patting Jiu Ge on the shoulder.

"Oh." Jiuge nodded, and subconsciously tossed her hair again.

As she brushed her hair aside, she noticed that one strand seemed to be slightly deformed.

An Chen realized something was wrong.

To distract Jiuge, he continued, "Many people's words are just casual remarks or jokes; you can't take every word seriously."

“But I often can’t judge this.” Jiuge indeed stopped worrying about the hair.

"What I mean is, don't take everything so seriously. You can't always be so tense. It's tiring and exhausting," An Chen said earnestly.

He suddenly felt like an old woman.

"..." Jiuge remained silent.

"Well... let's say I'm joking with you, so don't get angry." An Chen thought for a moment and decided to tease Jiu Ge.

“Okay, go ahead.” Jiuge still looked serious.

“Jiuge is a pig,” An Chen said.

"..." Jiuge was stunned.

The atmosphere froze.

Soon, she placed a fist in the gap between herself and An Chen on the sofa.

The sofa instantly developed a small dent.

“I was demonstrating what a joke is…” An Chen was somewhat speechless.

Jiuge gave a fake smile.

“I know,” Jiuge replied.

"Then what are you doing with your hands?" An Chen paused and asked.

"I don't like this sofa, so I want to give it a few more poundings." Jiu Ge's smile grew wider, but her eyes held no mirth.

An Chen remained silent.

"How about you make the joke again?" Jiuge tilted her head, her tone quite adorable.

“Mm.” An Chen nodded.

"You said."

"Jiuge is my boyfriend."

"..."

Chapter 143 You Are Mine

That evening, An Chen took out several stacks of spirit coins that Zhang Zhidong had given him a couple of days ago from his room.

"What are you doing? Hitting a ghost plane?" Jiu Ge sat on the sofa, holding a cup, looking at An Chen who was slowly walking downstairs with a puzzled expression.

“No, using spirit coins for taxis is just a special use.” An Chen pushed open the door, gesturing for Jiu Ge to follow him out.

"So what's the usual way to use it?" Jiuge put down her cup, bounced a couple of times, and followed An Chen out the door.

“The usual way to use it is by burning, but the method of burning and the thoughts in your mind are different.” An Chen found a secluded place and squatted down.

"Then... what's it for?" Jiuge swallowed nervously.

"Could it be summoning someone like Zhang Zhidong?" She squatted down as well.

“No. Actually, it’s the same as when I make a deal with a spirit. I get luck in the same way. It’s just that when I made a deal before, the luck was a visible speck of light. Now, when I burn spirit coins, the speck of light that comes out is invisible, but I can still get luck after burning them.” As he spoke, An Chen took out a lighter.

"Why do you suddenly want luck?" Jiuge asked, somewhat puzzled.

She had assumed that An Chen had been asking Zhang Zhidong for spirit coins simply to pay for a hearse or something.

In retrospect, Jiuge was indeed overthinking things.

"You're meeting my parents tomorrow, so a little extra luck is always good. Aren't your parents hard to please?" An Chen chuckled and lit a spirit coin.

"..." Jiuge's ears turned red, and she fell silent.

She stared intently at the burning spirit coins, trying to discern something from them.

"Can I burn some too? I'll be giving my mother a gift tomorrow," Jiuge asked tentatively.

If you have a lot of good fortune, your mother might suddenly change her mind and like the gifts she gives you.

“Living people shouldn’t touch these things. If you do, I’m worried your body won’t be able to handle it, since this is luck given by the dead.” An Chen patted Jiu Ge’s head, then stood up.

It's actually an accident that he was able to handle all of this.

“But…” Jiuge pursed her lips, as if she wanted to say something more.

“You’re mine now.” An Chen reached out and pulled Jiu Ge to her feet.

"So my things are also your things, and my luck is also your luck." He smiled as he said this.

"I am yours..." Jiu Ge repeated An Chen's words softly, a strange feeling stirring in her heart.

“Yes, you’re mine.” An Chen opened the apartment door and led her back to the sofa.

"I am yours!" Jiuge clenched her fist and repeated the sentence again.

“Yes, that’s right.” An Chen looked up at her.

"Say it again!" Jiuge felt increasingly uneasy.

“Yes, that’s right.” An Chen was a little confused, but he repeated it anyway.

"No, it's repeating that line, you're mine!" Jiu Ge tugged at An Chen's collar, her face full of anticipation.

“You are mine,” An Chen said seriously.

Say it again!

"You are mine."

Say it again!

"You are mine."

……

After An Chen and Jiu Ge finished taking a shower.

The two then sat on the sofa, snuggling together as they watched the news.

Wearing a little bib, Naitang swayed back and forth in front of An Chen and Jiu Ge, sometimes showing her belly, sometimes rolling around, and even doing sit-ups and backflips for no reason.

But no matter what it did, it just couldn't attract the attention of the couple in love.

"Meow~" Milk Candy meowed and jumped onto the sofa, trying to squeeze between An Chen and Jiu Ge to block them.

But no matter how hard it pawed, the space between An Chen and Jiu Ge remained perfectly sealed.

"Are you hungry? An Chen and I are only separated by a layer of clothing, there's no cat food underneath," Jiu Ge said, noticing Naitang's strange behavior.

“The cat food is in the box. Don’t you already know how to open the box and add the cat food yourself?” An Chen also turned his head to look at Naitang.

Since discovering that Milk Candy was becoming increasingly intelligent, he and Jiuge completely adopted a hands-off approach to raising the kitten.

Anyway, the cat will eat its own food, fill its own water bottle, and empty and scoop its own litter box, so they don't need to worry about it anymore.

"Meow meow meow! Meow meow meow!" Milk Candy gave An Chen, who was saying such rebellious words, a set of soft and cute cat punches.

"Amazing, you've already learned how to massage me." Jiuge's eyes widened as she stared intently at Naitang, who was frantically slapping An Chen's legs with her paw pads.

"It's quite comfortable," An Chen remarked.

Owning a cat for a day will eventually lead to using it for a while.

"Meow meow meow!!! Meow meow meow!!!" Upon hearing An Chen's words, Naitang swung her cat fists faster and faster.

It meowed angrily several times, its voice even sharper and softer than usual.

Its short white fur kept falling down as it moved.

An Chen's pants were instantly covered in cat hair.

He glanced at the pants sideways but didn't say anything.

"An Chen, An Chen, it's barking nonstop because it might be trying to curry favor with you," Jiu Ge nudged An Chen's arm, reminding him.

"Okay, we can take out the cat treats we've been hoarding in the box and give them to it later." An Chen quickly made a verbal arrangement for the reward for Naitang.

“Okay.” Jiuge nodded.