Chapter 64: Calming a Child

It was as if a starving wolf, its eyes glowing green, had been surrounded by plates of braised pork.

An instinct buried deep within Su Bao’s body was driving her!

She couldn’t stop herself from wanting to leap out of the car, but at the same time, she was desperately trying to hold herself back.

The conflicting impulses clashed violently within her, creating a chaotic storm of emotions.

By the time Fu Lang and Mo Yan noticed, Su Bao, the little stoic, had twisted herself into a pretzel in the back seat.

Her forehead was drenched in sweat.

It was as if something inside her was fighting against her will!

Ghosts, by nature, are greedy.

This greed is a primal instinct buried deep within their souls, impossible to suppress. When they encounter something they desire, this greed surges forth, clawing at them like an unbearable itch.

“Xiao Bao!” Fu Lang called out, his eyes darting nervously between the road and the rearview mirror.

He was beyond worried, terrified that something might happen to Su Bao!

Mo Yan, however, swiftly unbuckled his seatbelt and barked at Fu Lang, “Focus on driving! I’ll handle this!”

Without hesitation, he climbed through the gap between the driver’s and passenger’s seats, moving into the back.

His movements were quick and efficient, wasting no time.

Mo Yan saw Su Bao reaching for the car door, as if she were about to jump out.

Without a second thought, he grabbed her wrists, locking them firmly in his large hands.

Su Bao, already in a frenzied state after triggering her ghostly instincts, became even more agitated when Mo Yan restrained her wrists.

She thrashed wildly, her body twisting and turning.

It was as if she wanted to punch and kick her way free.

Mo Yan, not one to be swayed by sentimentality, especially in such a confined space, decided to take a more direct approach. After securing her wrists, he pulled her firmly into his arms, immobilizing her completely.

He trapped her legs between his own, held her wrists with one hand, and wrapped his other arm around her waist, pinning her against him.

Fu Lang glanced back in the rearview mirror and saw the scene unfold.

What the hell?!

“Hey, can you not use your military tactics on our Xiao Bao?!” Fu Lang shouted.

Look at his poor Xiao Bao! Her wrists were already bruised from Mo Yan’s grip!

Pinned so tightly, her face had turned red, and her emotions were only escalating. She wasn’t calming down at all!

“Can’t you try comforting her? Just soothe her a little!” Fu Lang gripped the steering wheel, barely resisting the urge to pull over and handle it himself.

She wasn’t a criminal! Why was Mo Yan restraining her so aggressively?

Mo Yan frowned coldly.

Comfort her?

“How?” he asked, his tone flat.

Fu Lang felt like banging his head against the steering wheel in frustration. “Like you’d calm a child, for god’s sake!”

Damn it, Mo Yan!

This is what happens when you never have a woman around. Now you’re completely clueless in situations like this, and you’re asking *me* for advice?!

“Mo Yan, you’re twenty-six or twenty-seven, right? According to your family’s standards, if you were born in your dad’s generation, your kid would probably only be a few years younger than Xiao Bao by now!”

A grown man this old, and he doesn’t even know how to comfort someone!

“Just gently pat her back, okay? Slowly and softly, not too hard! Help her calm down, and maybe hum a lullaby or something!” Fu Lang explained, exasperated.