Chapter 60: The Honest Fool

When Fu Lang saw Su Bao waving at him, he immediately perked up.

“Oh, Xiao Bao is calling for me!”

Without hesitation, he ran over with a spring in his step.

“Xiao Bao, what do you need from your brother?” Fu Lang admitted that his patience with Su Bao was largely because she could save his life.

But, honestly, it was also because their Xiao Bao was just so adorable. She made you want to scoop her up and give her a big hug!

Su Bao didn’t tell Fu Lang about the female ghost glaring daggers at him from a distance.

Instead, she simply asked him to hold out his hand.

Fu Lang thought the request was a bit odd, but without hesitation, he extended his hand toward Su Bao.

Su Bao clasped his hand.

Her small hand was icy cold, completely different from Fu Lang’s warm, fiery palm. It felt almost devoid of any temperature.

The chill sent a shiver down Fu Lang’s spine.

And then, noticing that Xiao Bao had grabbed his hand in front of everyone, he suddenly felt a bit shy!

So direct?

Wasn’t this a little inappropriate?

Feeling self-conscious, he glanced around, only to catch several curious stares directed their way.

Fu Lang frowned in irritation.

From some of the girls’ gazes, he could clearly sense hostility toward Su Bao…

Fu Lang found it tiresome.

He preferred dealing with straightforward women. Even if they were vain or materialistic, at least they were honest about it!

What he couldn’t stand were those who pretended to be good girls while secretly harboring jealousy and malice.

Such women…

Were utterly boring!

Annoyed, Fu Lang lowered his head, deciding to ignore the surrounding stares.

When he looked down at Su Bao, he noticed that she seemed completely focused, as if she were doing something very serious.

Her expression remained stoic as ever, but beads of sweat were forming on her forehead, and her breathing had grown slightly labored.

She held his hand tightly with one of hers, while the other moved slowly across his palm, as if drawing something.

Writing in someone’s palm should’ve been an easy task, but for Su Bao, it seemed like an immense challenge!

Every stroke and line she completed made the sweat on her forehead bead up even more.

Su Bao pressed her lips together tightly, her jaw clenched in determination.

The tip of her right index finger emitted a faint black mist as she carefully traced across Fu Lang’s palm.

Fu Lang couldn’t make out what she was drawing. It felt intricate, almost like she was drawing a talisman.

As her fingertip moved across his palm, he felt a burning sensation, as if something was scorching him.

Finally, with a small upward flick of her finger, she completed the last stroke.

Su Bao exhaled deeply, as if she had just finished a monumental task.

Fu Lang, ever curious, leaned in and whispered, “Xiao Bao, what did you just draw on my hand?”

Su Bao, her expression unchanging, began digging a hole for him. “Something to protect you.”

Fu Lang was overwhelmed with emotion.

Oh, Xiao Bao is the best in the world!

She had worked so hard, sweating so much, just to create something to protect him!

He was so touched he nearly cried!

Emmm…

Da Hei, watching Fu Lang’s teary-eyed reaction, silently labeled him with a mental tag: **#Honest Fool#.**

The talisman Su Bao had drawn was indeed protective…

But…

It also had another effect—it attracted ghosts.