Yagiri didn't seem to notice her gaze, he was so focused on it.
"Is this book good to read?" Lingxi spoke up and talked to him.
He did not move, but turned his body slightly to the side, and raised his long and beautiful fingers slightly, clearly revealing the cover of the book he was reading. It was Ling Xi's previous textbook.
"I think," the tall and slender young man said with an innocent and teasing expression. He spread out the yellowed pages of the book, and the handwriting on them was very childish.
"It's quite interesting."
"..."
Lingxi covered her face silently.
There is nothing in it, except that the original owner occasionally writes his own thoughts on it.
Not too ashamed, just a little embarrassed.
After all, in order to better fit Lingxi's soul, every body created by the system and placed in the small plane collects part of the data from Lingxi herself. In other words, to a certain extent, Lingxi can be regarded as original owner.
"Just watch it," Lingxi lowered her voice, a little weakly, "Just don't show it to me."
She didn't really want to recall what was written in it.
"I will." Yagiri was very obedient and easy to talk to.
"..."
"Xixi," there was a knock on the door and Mother Meng's voice came, "Open the door. Mom will cut some fruit for you."
"Here we come," Lingxi stood up and went to the door, took the fruit plate handed over by Meng's mother, cut it into small pieces, and placed them neatly on it, exuding a sweet and attractive fruity aroma, "Thank you, Mom."
"Don't read too late and go to bed early." Meng's mother had always been reassured of her daughter's self-control and didn't give any more instructions. She just told her to go to bed early.
"I know." The girl answered obediently.
She closed the door, placed the fruit plate on the desk, and inserted a toothpick into a piece. Before she even ate it, she remembered something more important, "Yagiri?"
"Huh?" The young man in front of the bookshelf turned his head, revealing a face as pale as snow, "Is there any problem?"
She hesitated, "Do you need to eat?"
It seems that ghosts cannot eat food from the human world.
Ayaki wasn't sure, she had never been a ghost, so she could only ask Yagiri.
"Yes." Yagiri's eyes turned to her thin wrists. Her skin was fair and her blood vessels were very thin, showing a light cyan color. She was very young and full of vitality.
"But when ghosts eat, they eat human yang energy."
"?" Lingxi understood it literally, and finally decided to turn to the Internet to find out what Yang Qi was. "In other words, you eat through me."
"Yes," Yagiri reminded kindly, pulling his lower lip and reminding indifferently, "but if the Yang Qi is lost too much, the human body will easily get sick."
Lingxi nodded slightly, "Are you hungry?"
She raised her head slightly. The girl's eyes were clear and clean dark brown, showing a warm golden tone under the bright light. They were like calm and gentle gemstones, ignorant and very clean.
She even extended her hand thoughtfully, "I don't know how to give Yang Qi, but you can eat it yourself."
Ayaki asked uncertainly.
"Yes." The young man stared at her quietly, then slightly curved the corners of his bright red lips, like a priest from an ancient and distant ice and snow temple, performing a bewitching and pure sultry beauty.
He lowered his head, and his hood fell down gently, revealing his snow-white earlobes, and his thick black hair fell down like satin and like a waterfall.
Lingxi felt a chill to her bones.
