Chapter 92: Done for

The evil ghost frowned. The ghostly aura behind him surged darkly as he continued to stare into the pitch-black, cold distance under the heavy night.

Tan Xueci quickly grabbed the other’s arm and dragged the male ghost home, afraid that He Xunye would see her paper full of red crosses everywhere, turning joy into fright.

Seeing that his wife really didn’t want it, He Xunye didn’t try to take it and held his wife’s warm, soft hand to go home.

Tan Xueci sniffled softly. She originally didn’t want to say it, but she had never been able to keep anything hidden. In the end, she wiped her tears and told He Xunye that she wanted to go to school but was advised to withdraw by the teacher.

He Xunye’s brows furrowed deeper. He cupped his wife’s tear-reddened face and gently wiped her tears.

Tan Xueci choked. Her pitch-black lamb eyes were especially bright, her skin pale. Her lips were wet and red from crying, making her look like a gloomy, captivating little ghost under the night.

Just from her face, she looked extremely intelligent.

The evil ghost’s eyes darkened. This was nowhere near a student who needed to drop out. It wouldn’t be strange if she got first place.

“It’s not Little Lamb’s fault,” the evil ghost stroked his wife’s back, saying blindly, “They just don’t have insight. Little Lamb can learn as soon as she tries.”

Even a lamb couldn’t teach? What use were these teachers alive?

Incompetent fools.

Tan Xueci looked up, sobbing, her reddened eyes fixed on He Xunye. She whispered, “Really?”

“Really,” He Xunye assured her.

Tan Xueci felt confident again. She wiped her tears, hugged He Xunye’s arm, and went home with her husband.

When they got home and had dinner, Tan Xueci announced to everyone that she was going to school.

After she spoke, only Lu Qi and He Pinglan clapped. The others fell silent.

They wanted to laugh but didn’t dare. They wanted to praise but it went against their conscience. Finally, under the evil ghost’s cold and desolate gaze, they reluctantly raised their hands to clap.

Even so, it was forced.

Luckily, Lu Qi and He Pinglan asked Tan Xueci what she had learned today. Tan Xueci happily took out her school bag to show them, not noticing the expressions on the others’ faces.

After dinner, Tan Xueci dragged He Xunye into the bedroom and chattered about showing him her test papers.

Although a few were snatched away by the bird, her Chinese, Math, and English papers were still there. Three big zeroes lay neatly on the bed.

Tan Xueci knelt on the bed. She was wearing a white lace short underneath—silk fabric, soft and sheer. Kneeling like this, the soft flesh of her thighs squeezed out.

The evil ghost lowered his eyes and reached out to touch.

Tan Xueci immediately looked up and glared at him.

“Little Lamb’s shorts are rolled up,” the evil ghost said gently and kindly, “Hubby will help you pull them down.”

Tan Xueci tilted her head. She couldn’t figure out why pulling down shorts required touching her thigh, but she didn’t think much of it. The dead ghost was always like this, rough and careless.

The evil ghost’s pale face was hidden in the night. He lowered his long lashes, dipped his head, and sniffed his fingertips, as if still carrying the soft fragrance. Then he picked up the paper with that hand.

Tan Xueci’s Math was zero. If she had just guessed, she might have gotten a few right, but she wrote it herself, with occasional clever touches. Chinese was also zero because she couldn’t write many characters fully, always writing half. English was zero too. This time she was smarter, knowing she didn’t know, so she chose all A, but the teacher considered it a negative exam and gave her zero.

He Xunye: “…”

He Xunye’s hand holding the paper tightened slightly.

Tan Xueci was still looking at him expectantly. She had just bathed, her black hair slightly damp, falling to make her face look even whiter and smaller, only her lamb eyes especially big. She even reached out a few fingers to tug at the hem of her clothes, fidgeting, making it impossible to get angry with her.

“It’s okay,” He Xunye became blind for a moment, pulling his little wife into his arms and comforting, “Little Snow just has a weak foundation. Memorize the formulas, and you’ll get at least thirty points in Math.”

Tan Xueci thought so too.

He Xunye tested her on addition and subtraction within ten. Tan Xueci’s lamb tail popped out. She sat primly on the bed and answered fluently. Both of them were full of confidence.

Then He Xunye started testing her on larger numbers. The evil ghost curled his lips and asked, “Baby, what is 11+13?”

“Hmm…” Tan Xueci’s lashes drooped. She started struggling to count on her fingers. “It seems, it seems like 30…”

The evil ghost was silent for a moment. The smile on his pale ghostly face disappeared. While Tan Xueci wasn’t paying attention, he bent a few of her fingers back.

“25,” Tan Xueci finally concluded, raising her hand to show He Xunye. She looked dejected and lacking confidence, on the verge of crying again. Her eyes red, she asked, “Hubby, is it 25? Is it right?”

“…” He Xunye looked at his wife’s wrong hand and tearful eyes, his heart tightening. He held his wife’s hand and said softly, “Yes.”

Right or wrong, he didn’t care. Tan Xueci’s happiness was what mattered.

Tan Xueci immediately beamed. She thought she had learned a lot tonight. Satisfied, she put down her hand, not noticing that her fingers were a bit off.

Tan Xueci put her school bag away with a clatter, then crawled back into bed and invited He Xunye to study her body together.

Her body was, after all, a human mimicry. It had recovered more or less and was quite stable now. She wanted He Xunye to help her see if there were any imperfections.

She blinked, pulled off the lace shorts, and showed herself naked to He Xunye, asking, “Hubby, is there anything you want to change?”

The evil ghost’s eyes were dark. The temptation to shape his wife according to his own wishes, to mold her into his favorite form, was immense for anyone.

But looking at the lamb, he found everything adorable—even the toes were white and plump, perfect for sucking.

He couldn’t find a single thing he wasn’t satisfied with.

“Baby is already perfect,” the evil ghost’s voice was hoarse. He lowered his head and buried it in his wife’s chest.

Tan Xueci took the opportunity to turn into a lamb, splaying her hooves and rolling over to show her soft belly.

The little black lamb lay limply on the bed, feeling like she was being sucked into a lamb pancake, her fluffy black ears drooping in contentment.

The lamb squinted, reached out with tendrils to turn off the light, and the bedroom plunged into darkness. Surging ghostly aura began to swell, wrapping around He Xunye’s waist and limbs without warning.

Cold, slippery little black tendrils slapped the evil ghost’s face with varying force. He Xunye was unprepared. His peach-blossom eyes narrowed, and a very low, muffled groan escaped his throat, but his arms couldn’t move. He could only lower his eyes gloomily at Tan Xueci.

Tan Xueci trembled slightly. She felt that He Xunye’s gaze was a bit crazy, but the dead ghost wasn’t angry, just stunned. Then his lips quickly lifted, but he didn’t resist.

He let the black tendrils hook around his neck and pull him down. The lamb beneath him turned into a naked girl.

“Kiss me,” Tan Xueci commanded.

He Xunye lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.

Tan Xueci had originally wanted to push her tendrils into He Xunye’s mouth—after all, He Xunye always bullied her with tendrils—but after trying once, she didn’t dare, because the dead ghost was utterly shameless.

He just held her tendrils and licked them, full of eroticism, as if they were something worse and more wicked.

Tan Xueci was very busy tonight. She didn’t want to mess around with He Xunye. After kissing, she wrinkled her face and pushed the ghost away.

He Xunye couldn’t give any advice, so Tan Xueci had to shape herself according to her own ideas. She secretly increased her height by two centimeters and then made her butt perkier.

She felt that He Xunye always liked to touch her chest, so she blushed and made the two little peaks fuller.

Tan Xueci looked herself over, then lowered her head in thought. Hubby also seemed to like eating that thing. Maybe she should grow a few more. Where would the dead ghost find a wife as considerate as her?

Or just grow a bigger one.

He Xunye’s eyelid twitched. The usually gloomy and indifferent evil ghost showed rare anxiety. He stopped her, saying, “Baby, better not. It’s fine as it is.”

He couldn’t imagine his little lamb with multiple weird things like an octopus’s tentacles or a corncob.

Tan Xueci was very hesitant. She originally thought it was a good idea, but indeed, if she grew that many weird parts, even if she had no reaction, her pants would bulge.

She would look like a little pervert.

Tan Xueci finally let go of her test papers and stopped messing with her bodily alterations. She hummed very softly to show dissatisfaction, then burrowed under the covers to sleep.

She was always tired and restless every day, and she had cried tonight. Her sleep quality was good, and she fell asleep as soon as she lay down.

He Xunye breathed a sigh of relief behind her. He saw that his wife was indeed asleep and pulled her into his arms.

Admittedly, when Tan Xueci was awake, he sometimes wanted to hold her down and spank her, but when she was asleep, she was incredibly well-behaved. Her lashes were long and curled. What difference was there from a baby?

The evil ghost couldn’t help but lower his head and suck on his wife’s cheek. He held her for a while, then resigned himself to getting up to write a custom elementary school textbook for his little wife.

Tan Xueci became very, very busy, especially after the crew started working. She might be called for filming day or night, plus she had to squeeze in time to study. The rest of the time, she was the master of the house.

She finally realized what was missing in the house. Even the abyss had hounds, but they didn’t have a dog at home.

Tan Xueci decided to buy a dog.

She posted online for help, saying she saw a little white dog and thought it was very cute, and asked what breed it was.

Many kind-hearted people replied below.

[It’s a Beagle.]

[Open the door. I’ve already delivered it to your doorstep. You’re welcome. Little Beagle kicking door.jpg]

[Poster, remember to get the one with full eyeliner! That’s the real Beagle!!!]

[…]

‘There are still many good people in the world.’

Tan Xueci also thought that she just asked about the dog, and so many kind people replied. But when she searched for Beagle, it wasn’t the same as the little white dog she first saw.

Maybe the same breed also has many different colors, just like lambs have white and black ones.

Tan Xueci came home in the evening. She let out her lamb tail and ears to wash. He Xunye had bought her a carrot hair tie, which she was very satisfied with. She tied her lamb ears on top of her head to dry, then ran to find her husband to discuss buying a dog.

He Xunye was busy organizing clothes for his wife. Tan Xueci was going on a business trip to shoot for a few days.

The cloth doll was lying nearby with its little butt bare. He Xunye had just been trying new clothes on it, not yet finished—the same style as what Tan Xueci would wear these days.

He Xunye looked up at Tan Xueci, and his lips uncontrollably lifted, but he forced them down.

Tan Xueci felt that He Xunye’s smile was a bit off, weird, but He Xunye was always smiling at her, so she didn’t think much of it and showed He Xunye the dog.

“But baby,” He Xunye was busy with his hands and accidentally let it slip, “we already have a dog at home…”

Mid-sentence, he realized something was wrong. But as soon as he looked up, Tan Xueci’s little face was right in front of him, frowning gloomily.

He Xunye: “…”

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