Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

“What are you so scared for! Aren’t you a ghost yourself!”

Fangxin didn’t move. E’ming, who tried so enthusiastically to offer itself up but ended up so blatantly rejected, weepingly hopped back to Hua Cheng’s side. Hua Cheng didn’t even spare it a look before he smacked it with a backhand slap.

“What are you crying about? Isn’t it because you’re useless? Trash!”

E’ming fell flat on the ground like a piece of unwanted scrap metal, like it dropped dead from that strike. Xie Lian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and immediately picked E’ming up in his arms and stroked it a few times.

“Nothing of the sort. Don’t listen to him, you’re not trash, you’re very useful!”

Very well. E’ming, listen closely: you are handsome and carefree, cute and kind, clever and intelligent, gentle and determined, number one in the world…”