Jiang Baiyu was stunned for a long time before he finally reacted.

He couldn’t believe it—this person actually stole his bed!

The beautiful young man on the bed shot him a disdainful glance, brazenly occupying the large bed. “I’ve changed my mind; it’s fine to sleep here occasionally.”

“This is my bed,” Jiang Baiyu emphasized, his eyes wide open.

Lin Zhao Ren, seemingly indifferent, replied, “Now it’s my bed.”

He turned to the side, leisurely lying down, one hand propping up his cheek, exuding an indescribable laziness and comfort.

The beauty lying sideways was particularly pleasing to the eye.

Those beautiful eyes were fixed on him, captivating enough to steal one’s soul.

Caught off guard by the beauty, Jiang Baiyu’s gaze momentarily went blank, but sleeping was more important!

Lin Zhao Ren raised a hand, leisurely playing with a strand of hair, a faint smile curving his lips. “If you want to sleep, you can use that.”

Following his gaze, Jiang Baiyu saw the pet bed he had left on the table.

Jiang Baiyu: “……”

His gaze suddenly became a bit erratic, feeling guilty.

Lin Zhao Ren smirked, “I never asked what that’s for. It looks like a cushion, but it seems to be something else.” His eyes hinted at danger, and his tone grew heavier. “By the looks of you, it wouldn’t be something inappropriate, would it?”

Jiang Baiyu coughed forcefully, trying to defend himself. “This thing is quite rare.”

You could only get it by completing tasks; it had a chance to trigger.

Lin Zhao Ren remained noncommittal, continuing to stare at Jiang Baiyu until he felt increasingly guilty.

Jiang Baiyu’s eyes darted around, looking left and right, studying the beautiful patterns on the floor, examining the quality of the blanket, all while avoiding eye contact with Lin Zhao Ren. If this ancestor found out he had been using a pet bed all along, who knows what kind of chaos would ensue?

Taking a step back, he thought, “The bed was stolen, so be it. I’ll just sleep tonight.”

Jiang Baiyu wrapped himself in the blanket, planning to lie down and muddle through.

Lin Zhao Ren said nothing and did not stop him.

The room was quiet, and aside from the hard floor being uncomfortable to sleep on, Jiang Baiyu closed his eyes, trying hard to fall asleep. He was exhausted from dealing with challengers during the day, and the memory of the Poison God Si’s shot kept replaying in his mind. He couldn’t help but think about how to better counter it if he encountered that move again.

Time passed, but Jiang Baiyu still couldn’t fall asleep.

It wasn’t just because his mind was racing; he also didn’t understand why he still had the energy to keep replaying things in his head when he was clearly tired and wanted to sleep. Perhaps cultivators’ bodies were just more resilient. Although he wasn’t resting well, he had still recovered in various aspects.

More importantly, even though Lin Zhao Ren had stopped bothering him and was quiet, he was still watching him.

That gaze felt almost tangible, its presence in the darkness was strong, piercing through him and refusing to leave.

Jiang Baiyu wasn’t the overly sensitive type, but in some ways, he was indeed quite sensitive, a trait that came from practicing the “Wen Xing Tu.”

He tossed and turned, unable to sleep, feeling the floor getting harder and harder, making it increasingly unbearable.

Finally unable to hold back, he turned to meet Lin Zhao Ren’s gaze.

Moonlight streamed into the room, bright enough for both of them to clearly see each other’s eyes.

Lin Zhao Ren maintained his position, the beauty lying sideways, casually playing with his hair, seemingly never getting tired of it. Jiang Baiyu’s impatience in turning to meet his gaze seemed to be within Lin Zhao Ren’s expectations, and he curled his lips in a mysterious smile without saying a word.

Jiang Baiyu said, “Stop staring at me.”

Lin Zhao Ren replied slowly, “I can’t sleep, so I can only stare at you.”

Jiang Baiyu deeply believed he was being unreasonable.

Wasn’t this a different kind of harassment?

It was just less blatant than waking him up directly.

This old ghost, disguised as a young boy, was quite clever, knowing how to take advantage of loopholes to achieve his goals.

Then he heard Lin Zhao Ren say leisurely, “If you can make me fall asleep, I naturally won’t be staring at you.”

Jiang Baiyu immediately asked seriously, “Have you ever slept since becoming a ghost?”

“No,” Lin Zhao Ren replied absentmindedly while playing with his hair.

What was he supposed to do about that?

According to the residents of Fumo Town, Lin Zhao Ren had been around for several decades.

It was obvious he was deliberately making things difficult.

But Jiang Baiyu just wanted a good night’s sleep.

If the other person could steal his bed tonight and keep staring at him, they could easily do the same tomorrow.

He couldn’t even imagine spending future nights like this; it would be too miserable.

To prevent the other from causing trouble while he was asleep, the best solution was indeed to pull him into sleeping together. If both of them fell asleep, they would naturally pass the night peacefully.

Jiang Baiyu wiped away a tear of bitterness for himself; it was just a little squeeze, who knew there would be such a follow-up? This was truly a lingering resentment without an end. If he had known it would turn out like this, he would have still squeezed it; otherwise, he would have been choked to death by the deadly scissors.

So he sat up, determined, “I’ll think of a way!”

Lin Zhao Ren stared at him for a few seconds, forcing a smile. “You’re not planning to knock me out with a chop, are you?”

Jiang Baiyu felt wronged. “Am I that kind of person?”

He climbed up, decisively squeezing onto the bed with the blanket. Lying on the bed was indeed comfortable; the floor was hard and cold.

Lin Zhao Ren was displeased and was about to kick him off, but Jiang Baiyu hugged him tightly, his arms wrapping around Lin Zhao Ren’s waist. He immediately shivered, and then, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he became furious. “What are you doing?”

Jiang Baiyu innocently replied, “Sleeping.”

Lin Zhao Ren trembled with anger. “Get down!”

Jiang Baiyu hugged him even tighter, stretching his legs to wrap around Lin Zhao Ren’s, like two pieces of sticky rice cake pressed together.

“I heard that the sound of a cat purring has a healing effect and can help people fall asleep. I may not purr, but I can let you feel my heartbeat.” Jiang Baiyu adjusted himself to ensure he was snugly wrapped around Lin Zhao Ren without being uncomfortable. Feeling the warmth in his arms, he instinctively said, “You’re so cold.”

“Of course, ghosts are cold.” Lin Zhao Ren struggled, his face darkening as he realized the other person was really clinging to him.

He had never experienced such an intimate position before, so close that he could hear the other person’s heartbeat, and so tight that he could clearly feel the warmth radiating from him.

Jiang Baiyu felt cold in his arms, while the other felt hot to the touch.

“If I keep holding you, will your body warm up?” Jiang Baiyu asked seriously.

“……”

“Don’t know?” Jiang Baiyu answered himself.

Holding him felt like hugging a fluffy little cat that had never been petted before.

He probably didn’t know if a ghost would warm up from being held.

Jiang Baiyu announced in his ear, “I’m going to sleep now.”

Lin Zhao Ren: “……”

Jiang Baiyu: “Remember, if you disturb me, I’ll squeeze you.”

Lin Zhao Ren’s eyes widened, filled with anger.

Jiang Baiyu: “That’s right, I’m being unreasonable.”

When one path is blocked, you have to find another way; you can’t follow the usual route.

With a bed and a pillow, he could also prevent harassment—truly perfect.

After saying that, he decisively closed his eyes, resting his chin on Lin Zhao Ren’s shoulder, and began to sleep.

He thought he was still quite awake, but as soon as he closed his eyes, a wave of sleepiness washed over him.

Before long, he was breathing evenly, sinking into a sweet dream.

Lin Zhao Ren couldn’t believe it—this person actually fell asleep just like that!

He was tightly held in Jiang Baiyu’s embrace, his hands trapped, his legs entangled, lying in an unprecedentedly intimate position on the same bed, the warmth of a living person continuously flowing over to him.

He had said he would think of a way, but in the end, he just found a way to sleep!

Lin Zhao Ren was angry, Lin Zhao Ren held a grudge, and Lin Zhao Ren stared at the ceiling with wide eyes.

Time seemed to slow down, and the sound of the wind outside was particularly clear. Listening to Jiang Baiyu’s even and long breaths, feeling the steady and powerful heartbeat of the other, Lin Zhao Ren’s mind unconsciously drifted back to the scene when Chong Xiao pointed at him, calling him a disaster star.

Countless flying machines filled the sky, aggressive and imposing, suddenly becoming the target of accusation under everyone’s gaze, bearing the blame.

To add a crime, there are always excuses.

Chong Xiao was determined to use the disaster star as an excuse; no matter what was said, it was useless. They weren’t there to confirm whether there really was a disaster star; they were there to challenge the Ascending Immortal Academy under the pretext of harboring a disaster star. No matter how strong the principal was, strong enough to sweep away invaders, once he was associated with the disaster star, he had to think twice.

It should be known that above the Ascending Immortal Academy was the Emperor of Humanity. The principal firmly rebuked and countered Chong Xiao but did not deny the authority of the Emperor, and he tried hard to avoid leaving any handles because of the disaster star.

To dare to go against the will of the world, one must pay the price. Moreover, the Emperor ruled the dynasty, and the aristocratic families and sects submitted to him. Those who did not comply either struggled to survive or, like the Tian Ji Sect, were obliterated. The Ascending Immortal Academy claimed to be neutral, but in the eyes of the Emperor, it probably wasn’t very peaceful. Neutrality meant that the academy did not submit to the Emperor and had its own faction.

Even with the principal in charge, it was a tough nut to crack, and there was no way to deal with it for the time being.

In just a few short sentences, the situation was instantly reversed, and the invaders’ grandiose statements became a laughingstock.

How could Lin Zhao Ren not care?

He cared too much.

Lin Zhao Ren opened his mouth, trying to mimic those few words, but he couldn’t get them out.

He was frustrated with his own clumsiness.

His gaze drifted to the moonlight streaming into the room, and he thought to himself, it really hurts.

Being chopped into a human stick, feeling life drain away was truly painful.

Lin Zhao Ren broke free from Jiang Baiyu’s grip; the sleeping boy naturally wouldn’t hold onto him tightly anymore, and it was easy to pull back his entangled leg. He lay there, wide-eyed and dazed, with not a hint of sleepiness. He turned over, facing away from Jiang Baiyu, resting his hands under his cheeks, completely unable to sleep.

After a while, he turned back over, facing Jiang Baiyu, and could clearly feel the other person’s breath.

The person lying beside him was sleeping comfortably, while he felt like they were in two different worlds.

The fool really had no worries.

Even being labeled as a disaster star didn’t leave a trace; he was sleeping soundly.

Lin Zhao Ren tossed and turned, unable to settle down, lying on his side in a daze, then lying on his back in a daze, and finally, he disturbed Jiang Baiyu, who groggily opened his eyes.

His mind hadn’t caught up yet, and he was confused when suddenly he felt a pain below, curling up like a shrimp.

The pain jolted his mind awake, and he realized what had happened, shocked.

Just as he was about to question it, he heard Lin Zhao Ren’s words as if they were in sync.

“Strike first, heh.”

Jiang Baiyu: “……”

Damn it!

Wasn’t that just cruel?