Half an hour later, Jiang Beiyu stared blankly at the little girl wrapped in a pillow and bedding, who still smelled of shower gel.
"Su Nanzhi, what are you doing?" Mr. Jiang was somewhat confused.
Su Nanzhi spread the pillow and bedding on the floor next to Jiang Beiyu's bed, "Tonight's vortex was too weird, I couldn't even see what kind of ghost it was, I'm not reassured, I'm going to stay here and watch over you as you sleep."
Jiang Beiyu: "?"
Jiang Beiyu: "!"
"Su Nanzhi, do you know the phrase 'men and women should not touch hands'?"
Mr. Jiang was a bit anxious.
"I know," Su Nanzhi answered for him, "I also know what they call a man and a woman alone in a room. You don't have to worry, Mr. Jiang, you can't really do anything to me with your skills."
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
After a moment, he responded with a slightly shy expression, "…I'm worried what you might do to me."
Su Nanzhi: "..."
