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In Ouyang Shirei's room, everything was simple and straightforward, with the most valuable item likely being her computer. Bai Zhuo knew that all her savings had been spent on those children, and the subsidies from the civil affairs bureau barely kept the orphanage running. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been driven to post online seeking help. Why couldn't such a kind and lovely woman be granted the happiness she deserved?
Although her room was minimalistic, it was filled with a strong scent of femininity. "Mom, you're the guest; you should sleep on the bed. It's hot anyway, I can just sleep on the floor," Ouyang Shirei said. Bai Zhuo understood her kindness and replied, "I’d rather sleep on the floor." However, when Ouyang Shirei glared at him, he shrank back and stopped talking. "I'm going to take a shower first. You can play on the computer for a while," she added.
Bai Zhuo obediently opened the computer and began browsing through a forum. Suddenly, a thread caught his attention: "Every time I dream of my child who passed away three years ago, he calls for his mother." He clicked to read more and found that the issue had affected her normal life; she had consulted a master for help, but the master said the child was no longer in the Yin Yang Realm and might have been reincarnated. Despite this, she continued to have the same dream during her afternoon nap and was desperate for advice from fellow users on how to resolve it, offering a generous reward if successful. The replies below were filled with various discussions.
Bai Zhuo murmured, "What a coincidence? Could it be Cao Xin?"
"What are you looking at?" Ouyang Shirei asked. Startled, Bai Zhuo jumped, prompting Ouyang Shirei to laugh lightly. "You're scared of me?" she teased. Bai Zhuo rolled his eyes playfully and joked, "I’m not afraid of ghosts; I’m just afraid of beautiful women robbing me of my virtue!"
Ouyang Shirei scoffed and urged him to take a shower. Only then did Bai Zhuo rise to take in the sight of the beautiful woman who had just emerged from her bath. She had naturally curly brown hair and an elegantly pointed face that exuded maturity. With her bare face after bathing and her curvy figure, she appeared both natural and graceful. If Lin Yao Yao from earlier that day resembled a fresh green apple tempting enough to make one drool, Ouyang Shirei was more like a ripe peach waiting to be picked.
Bai Zhuo had never seen a woman like Ouyang Shirei before. She wore a white nightgown, and he could faintly see that she was not wearing anything underneath! Thinking about this made him eagerly shift his gaze downward until he received a slap on the back of his head. Ouyang Shirei covered her ample chest with one arm and scolded him, "You lecher! Have you seen enough? Hurry up and take a shower!"
Feeling disgruntled, Bai Zhuo walked toward the bathroom while hearing Ouyang Shirei's voice behind him: "Men are all the same!"
The bathroom was filled with fragrance, making it hard to distinguish whether it was from the shower gel or Ouyang Shirei's natural scent. The thought of her scent made Bai Zhuo's youthful blood surge as he recalled those two prominent features he had just glimpsed; instinctively, he raised his head in shock and quickly turned on the cold water to wash himself down.
Just as Bai Zhuo stepped out of the bathroom, a loud thunderclap shook the room as if the ground itself trembled. The fluorescent lights flickered before going out entirely along with his computer. Ouyang Shirei gasped as Bai Zhuo felt a warm body press against him tightly, wrapping around his arm as she trembled and asked, "Bai, are you still there?"
Bai Zhuo awkwardly replied, "Director, don’t worry; I'm here."
"I-I’m not scared," Ouyang Shirei stammered back. Another thunderclap roared even louder than before, sounding as if it struck right beside them and sending chills down their spines. Ouyang Shirei buried herself deeper into Bai Zhuo's embrace.
At that moment, Bai Zhuo found himself unable to enjoy the beauty before him. He frowned and said, "This thunder is a bit strange. Dean, I want to go outside and take a look." However, Ouyang Shirei clung tightly to him, her feminine form fully revealed as she playfully protested, "I won't allow you to go. Don't go!"
"Dean..."
"Don't call me Dean; call me, call me Shirei. My father always calls me that."
"Shirei..." Bai Zhuo felt the softness of her body against his chest and embraced the flustered Ouyang Shirei, forcing a smile as he comforted her, "Alright, Shirei. Don't worry, I'm here. I just hope you won't hit me afterward."
The thunder continued to rumble. Bai Zhuo noticed that the lightning had struck a total of forty-nine times, which was quite unusual. However, with such a beautiful woman in his arms, it was hard to justify going out to investigate. He decided against it and simply held Ouyang Shirei close, gently patting her back.
As the lightning ceased, the rain seemed to gradually lessen as well. The room was shrouded in darkness without any light. "Bai Zhuo," Ouyang Shirei said, "let's sleep together tonight. My bed is big enough for two people." With that, she pulled Bai Zhuo onto the bed with her.
Bai Zhuo felt uneasy and replied, "I think I'll sleep on the floor instead." Ouyang Shirei quickly grabbed his arm and insisted, "No, I... I'm scared."
"...Alright." "Don't think too much about it. I've treated you like a younger brother for a long time now." Upon hearing this, Bai Zhuo couldn't help but respond sarcastically, "Just a younger brother? Alright then, Shirei."
Unexpectedly, Ouyang Shirei let out a soft hum in response.
The two tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Ouyang Shirei clung to Bai Zhuo's arm and said softly, "Bai Zhuo, I miss my dad."
"Yeah. So do I."
"When I was afraid of thunder, my dad would hold me and comfort me. He was so strong back then, unlike you—you're all stiff."
"I'm just too thin, I'm sorry about that."
"Stop joking, tell me the truth." Ouyang Shirei patted his chest and sighed softly, "I miss my dad."
Bai Zhuo was startled and turned to face Ouyang Shirei. "Don't be silly!"
Ouyang Shirei looked at the boy's face so close to hers. She didn't expect that without his glasses, he was still quite good-looking, especially those eyes. She thought to herself, then pushed his face away, "I'm not that foolish. You ate garlic, your breath stinks, turn around."
"Oh..."
"By the way, aren't you a Yin Yang Master? Can you let me see my dad?"
"A Yin Yang Master can only interact with the rules of the world between the Underworld and the Underworld, dealing with Ghosts and Demons. Life and death are natural; there are Soul Reapers in the Underworld who take souls like Ox-Head and Horse-Face to guide your uncle's spirit away for reincarnation. It's unlikely for you to see Uncle Ouyang unless..."
"Unless what!"
"Unless Uncle Ouyang committed a serious offense in life and has to suffer in the Underworld, enduring hardship before being reincarnated. In that case, if you find a highly skilled Taoist or Yin Yang Master, they could summon his soul, and then you might see Uncle Ouyang."
Ouyang Shirei felt disheartened. "Suffering... then forget it. I hope Dad can be reborn into a good family!"
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