C269 (1/2)

Before he hung up, Song Nan had already arrived. Looking at the phone still in my ear and his loose home clothes, I felt my heart beat faster.

Song Nan handed me the phone and placed one hand on the door of one of the elevators. ”Before I get angry...”

Song Nan didn't need to say anything. When he opened his mouth, it showed that he had already recovered his red color.

It was really useful! I think the next time I see a green elevator, if I put my hand on the elevator door and shout, ”Before Song Nan gets angry,” I don't know if it will work.

Song Nan had already entered the elevator. I followed him in and handed him my phone. I took a quick look and almost threw his phone away. Because the wallpaper on his phone turned out to be my photo!

In the photo, I was sitting on the bed in my pajamas, with my face held high like a fool. It must have been taken when he went into the bedroom yesterday.

Looking at the photo, the pajamas were so thin, but he didn't wear them on the inside because he wanted to sleep. Therefore, there was a clear bulge on the inside … He really wanted to die!

Song Nan took the phone from my hand, which had already become rigid, and calmly locked the screen.

I took out my cell phone. ”No way, I want to take a picture for you too!”

Song Nan looked at me and chuckled. ”You really are stupid. You used your phone to take pictures of ghosts. Aren't you afraid of scaring yourself?”

If he hadn't, I would have forgotten he was a ghost.

The atmosphere became a little awkward. I took back my phone and retracted the corner of the elevator to show my repentance. Next time, I had to restrain myself. I couldn't always show off my low IQ. Even if Song Nan disdains me, I also despise myself.

After returning home, Song Nan didn't even ask me why I came back so late or what had happened. It was as if I didn't exist, directly entering the study where almost no one had entered before.

Looking at the closed door of the study, I smiled helplessly.

After he finished his shower, Song Nan actually sat on the sofa in the living room. When he saw me come out, he raised his chin and said, ”Are you going to shoot?”

”Huh?” Is he asking me to take a picture of him? What did he just do? Could it be that he ate some kind of pill or smeared some powder on his body, allowing him to appear in the spotlight?

Song Nan looked at my stupefied face and impatiently said, ”Shoot! I've finished drawing. Once you're done, I'll tear it up!”

Only then did I see a painting on the tea table. Picking it up to take a look, I burst out laughing!

The painting was a sketch. Putting aside the content, when Song Nan drew it, he felt that it was just a photo taken of him in black and white. How incredible. As expected of a thousand-year old ghost!

The content of the painting was similar to the drawing he had made of wallpaper, except that his face had been replaced with his own. He looked especially cute with his nostrils flared. This was a scene that would have been impossible in his life or in the world of ghosts.

However, if you want to draw, then do so. If you want to draw the two protrusions on your chest without missing anything, can I take it that you did it on purpose?

I forced myself to ignore the details, afraid that he would go back on his word. I quickly took my cell phone and made it into a wallpaper. I think I can only look at my own mobile phone in the future.

After taking the picture, I rushed into the bedroom, hid it before returning to the living room. ”I've already taken that picture. I'll take the copyright. You don't have the right to destroy it!”

”Oh!” Song Nan agreed and did not object, ”I was just a little shy. The rest is you. Of course you have the rights.”

Assi! What did he mean by ”just paint your face smaller”? He grabbed the pillow in anger and smashed this shameless bastard to death!

Song Nan could have caught the pillow, but he didn't. When the pillow fell off his face, he asked me, ”How did you get home today?”

”Huh? ”Why are you …”