Yang Fan was earnestly explaining, but Zhou Wenhui was thinking about something not so earnest.
There was a seductive glimmer in her eyes as she glanced down lower on Yang Fan's body and whispered, "Pull it out for me to check. You've recently been quite fateful with female ghosts, and I'm worried you'll be curious about a cross-species romance, which might affect the rest of us."
Yang Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Little Mother, be serious, be serious, your thoughts have strayed way off course."
"Off course? I don't think it's off course at all," Zhou Wenhui seriously said, "Old Shen said that some female ghosts are not only visible but also touchable. If they're touchable, isn't that essentially the same thing? They could be treated as a woman."
Yang Fan: …
This bizarre logic left Yang Fan completely speechless.
He was utterly baffled.
