Chapter 19: Men and Women Should Not Touch Each Other When Giving or Receiving Things

After dinner, Su Nanzhi returned to the room that had been prepared for her and silently observed the clothes laid out on the bed and in the wardrobe.

Pink, purple, light blue lace dresses...

Thinking about the person who had prepared all these things, that Housekeeper Zhang, made her even more speechless.

Why would a grown man be obsessed with lace?

Or was it that the Su Family's young ladies all preferred this style of dress?

When under someone else's roof, Su Nanzhi had no choice.

She picked a white nightgown and entered the bathroom. Just moments ago, a dedicated servant had come upstairs to teach her how to use the showerhead and introduced her to the shampoo, shower gel, and skincare products.

Su Nanzhi entered the bathroom, turned on the shower, and began to bathe.

But the bathroom door seemed far from peaceful.

Today she had left that chest full of treasures, including the Peach Wood Sword, behind; she had come alone.

It seemed that some things couldn't hold back anymore.

Su Nanzhi could see a wisp of black air swirling at the bathroom door, with a strand of red light flickering through the dark, constantly probing to enter through the gaps, and the steam in the air faintly tinged with red.

Gradually, as if separated by that semi-transparent frosted door, the whole bathroom became filled with an unsettling smell of blood.

Su Nanzhi smelled the blood and frowned in displeasure.

After turning off the shower, a pale and delicate hand reached out from the frosted door. The red blood energy, like a cat that had sensed the smell of blood, suddenly rushed over.

As Su Nanzhi touched her nightgown, the thick blood energy surged, and the next second, a grating and somewhat hoarse scream rang out.

With an expressionless face, Su Nanzhi dressed in her nightgown and then looked towards the face that was gradually taking shape in the air, "Are you male?"

A minute later, the male ghost heard the girl's icy voice before being beaten nearly into oblivion, "Men and women shouldn't touch each other, don't you know?"

At least he knew the reason for his imminent demise.

It wasn't because he coveted that delectable piece of flesh, but because he watched the flesh bathe.

Su Nanzhi didn't like the lingering scent in the air; the stronger the smell of blood, the heavier the killing both before and after death. She hadn't brought a Deodorizing Talisman with her.

Now faced with the room full of residual blood scent, she resignedly picked up a bottle of perfume from the vanity and sprayed it several times into the air, murmuring an indistinct incantation. The next second, the air was filled with the faint scent of small blue orchids.

She took a deep breath and then narrowed her eyes in pleasure.

Indeed, the profession of a perfumer had its significance.

Perhaps because of the lesson learned in the past, the entities lingering outside the window didn't dare to probe any closer, squeezing together behind the curtain and emitting a "jejeje" sound, which was quite eerie.

Before going to bed, Su Nanzhi also stood for a while in front of the window, behind the curtain. Suddenly, she briskly pulled the curtain open and made a face towards the window.

"..."

In one second, everything outside the window was scared away.

Su Nanzhi: "..."

So cowardly, yet it wanted to suck her vitality?

How boring.

Disinterested, Su Nanzhi drew the curtain back and threw herself onto the soft, fluffy bed.

Although the Su family didn't welcome her, there was no need to be blatantly negligent in terms of accommodation.

She woke up in the middle of the night feeling a tightness in her chest and saw a man's figure sitting by her bed.

Su Nanzhi: "..."

The figure had long hair flowing down, tied with a hair crown, and wore a black robe; but under the faint moonlight seeping through the window, his hair was silver.