Su Kun looked at Gu Yan, who was holding a full set of clothes from inside to outside, and smiled with exceptional delight: "Come, put them on and let me see."

Thinking of how tall and strong Gu Yan looked before he shrank, and then looking at his current miniature form, he thought lecherously: Heh heh, the person has shrunk, how big could that place be? →_.→

Men seem to be particularly concerned about certain areas by nature, and Su Kun was naturally no exception. As long as he won in this aspect, he felt that even if he fell short in any other area, he could ignore it.

Although he hadn't seen it, Su Kun still subconsciously believed that if he compared himself to Gu Yan in adult form, he definitely wouldn't stand a chance. So he shamelessly planned to take advantage of Gu Yan's shrunken state to satisfy his own childish competitiveness.

After estimating the size in his mind, Su Kun felt that the grudge of being assaulted on the chest by a certain someone in his dreams every night for the past few days could basically be paid back on this matter.

Who knew his thoughts were too obvious, his entire face just short of having the exclamation "My dingaling must be bigger than yours, hahaha!" painted on it in such a smug and boundless way.

Gu Yan could tell what he was thinking with one glance. He didn't speak, only glancing at Su Kun with a particularly exasperated and helpless gaze, then picked up the clothes and floated towards the coffin.

"Gah?! What are you doing?!" Su Kun expressed his confusion at his actions.

"Changing clothes." Gu Yan answered with two words without looking back.

"No no no!" Su Kun took a step forward, turned around, and blocked Gu Yan's path like a hooligan harassing a decent woman in an alley: "Without my careful guidance, will you be able to wear them? The difference between these clothes and your kind of clothes is huge! Come! What are you shy about, we're both men, what are you afraid of?!"

Gu Yan had floated halfway when he saw his path blocked, so he hovered in the air. He had been floating at a low position earlier to match Su Kun who was sitting, so now he appeared much lower than Su Kun, just level with his waist and abdomen.

He raised his face, the loose strands of hair on both sides sliding back, and after looking at Su Kun for a moment, he continued to speak as if words were gold: "I know how to wear them."

Su Kun: "...How do you know?! This is unscientific! Shouldn't you have never even seen a zipper before?!"

"Zipper?" Gu Yan frowned, "What is that?"

In this unfamiliar world, what he could tolerate the least was this kind of ignorance. It made him feel like he was a naturally dull fool, having lived this long yet not recognizing most things.

His rampant pride made him observe the actions of those around him at all times, understanding some things from their behavior. But there were still some things he wouldn't notice if not mentioned, or he couldn't match objects to their names. Like the zipper Su Kun spoke of.

Su Kun had an annoying "see, you really don't know" expression on his face as he lifted the hem of his T-shirt and pointed to the area between the crotch of his jeans, saying, "On the pants here."

Gu Yan lowered his gaze slightly along Su Kun's finger, staring at the place Su Kun was pointing at, earnestly recalling in his mind the movements of Su Kun putting on clothes before, trying to remember how the zipper here was used.

Su Kun, this idiot, had originally just had a brain fart, pointing at that embarrassing place to tell Gu Yan what a zipper was. When Gu Yan really shifted his gaze to look, he belatedly felt that his brain must have been squeezed by a door to teach someone like this. So he awkwardly put down the lifted hem of his T-shirt, half-covering the zipper's position.

Who knew that little kid Gu Yan was still addicted to looking. From Su Kun's angle, he could only see the top of Gu Yan's head. That slightly round head remained motionless, seeming to be looking very intently.

Of course, he didn't know that Gu Yan was just using that place as a fixed point for his gaze while reviewing Su Kun's movements of putting on and taking off clothes over and over again in his mind.

Tsk! What's there worth staring at for so long, Comrade Gu Yan!

He coughed and couldn't help but knock on Gu Yan's head with his finger as if knocking on a door, "Sir, have you seen enough? I'll start charging if you keep looking! No hell money accepted!"

Anyone would feel uncomfortable being stared at there for a long time, let alone Su Kun who was all bark and no bite, looking shameless on the outside but actually quite thin-skinned. Being stared at for so long, even his voice was a bit uneasy when speaking, and the tips of his ears were a bit red.

Who knew Gu Yan would actually nod seriously, "Enough." Then he continued to hold the clothes and floated straight towards Su Kun.

Su Kun: "..." He was stunned for a moment before reacting, hurriedly rushing to Gu Yan who had already gotten close to his abdomen, "Stop stop stop! Fuck, halt—Ow~~~" QAQ

Unfortunately, his attempt to stop was a bit late, resulting in Gu Yan treating him like a wall, burying his entire body into his waist and abdomen, then stopping there while maintaining the buried posture and asking, "What is it?"

Su Kun simply wanted to cry but had no tears, his face almost twitching, before gritting his teeth and saying, "Nothing, carry on."

Anyway, he had already gone in, coming out from the front or the back made no difference.

And Su Kun was amazed to find that as Gu Yan habitually came and went at will, his motion sickness was no longer as intense as the first time. The so-called getting used to it meant he wouldn't vomit anymore. Truly a cause for celebration!

Should he cry or not cry... _(:з」∠)_

Actually, Gu Yan didn't really do this out of laziness to go around, but every time he passed through Su Kun's body, the feeling of being surrounded by warm currents all over was so comfortable it made him want to sigh. And he would also take away some of the dark energy that wasn't just clinging to the jade pendant, but directly adhering to Su Kun's body, helping to clean the remnant evil spirits in the nooks and crannies of Su Kun's body that hadn't been sucked away.

So Gu Yan took the opportunity while Su Kun was asking questions to stay in his body for a moment longer. When Su Kun spoke again, he emerged faintly from the back and landed beside the coffin.

"Are you sure you don't need me to teach you how to put on clothes?" Su Kun refused to give up and pounced towards the bedside table, "Guaranteed to learn, if you don't learn I'll burn paper money for you."

Gu Yan glanced at him speechlessly, silently crawling into the coffin and slapping his face on the outside of the coffin lid: To think that he, a dignified general, wouldn't even know how to change clothes, wouldn't that be a laughingstock.

As it turned out, Su Kun had a habit of prancing around in his underwear after taking a shower, waiting for his body to air dry before putting on loose pajamas and climbing into bed.

This habit greatly facilitated Gu Yan, so much so that when he returned to the coffin and fumbled around for a moment, he was able to correctly change into new clothes from the inside out. He also casually untied his hair and re-tied it into a bun.

When he came out again, his whole person seemed refreshed.

Although Su Kun's little scheme didn't come to fruition, when he saw Gu Yan come out all tidied up, he still gave high praise without hesitation: "Not bad, with you looking like this, you can definitely hook strange uncles and aunties left and right."

Gu Yan: "..." Although he didn't understand what kind of demons these strange uncles and aunties were, no matter how you listened to it, this didn't sound like a proper compliment.

While Su Kun sighed with feeling that the tidied up Gu Yan looked really pleasing, he also narcissistically felt that his eye for picking out clothes was really sharp, with the shirt and pants fitting Gu Yan perfectly. Just as he was nodding and circling around Gu Yan, admiring his transformation from beggar to proper lad, the cell phone on the computer desk rang.

He had no choice but to give up observing Gu Yan. He took two steps at a time to the desk and picked up the phone to look at the caller ID—

Zhang Fuquan?

"Hello, Boss Zhang?" Su Kun found it a bit strange for him to call at this time. The contract had already been signed, and according to what it said, at the end of this month, which was this weekend, the right to use that shop would belong to Su Kun. Other than paying the rent on time, there was nothing else between him and Zhang Fuquan.

Zhang Fuquan's voice on the other end of the phone sounded a bit odd, different from how he usually spoke. It was unclear whether it was the effect of the receiver distorting his voice or something else: "Xiao Su, are you busy?"

"Oh, it's alright. Does Boss Zhang have something?"

Zhang Fuquan was silent for a moment, seeming to weigh his words. After a while, he said: "Xiao Su, it's like this. My hometown called again last night urging me, and I think it's best to go back early. Whether the red bean shop opens for one more day or one less day doesn't make much difference. So I'm thinking, why don't we not wait until the end of the month, and I'll give you the key early. That way I can pack up and go home."

Su Kun was a bit puzzled: "Why is Boss Zhang in such a hurry? There's only three or four days left until the end of the month. Besides..." He thought for a moment and added: "That little ghost that was bothering you, last time on the street it was already taken care of by an expert. It was an old lady. She was standing under the camphor tree on the side of the road at the time, a bit far from you, so you probably didn't see clearly. But I saw very clearly that the little ghost is completely gone now, so you don't need to worry too much."

Zhang Fuquan was silent for a moment again before saying: "I know, and I'm not afraid of it either. It's just that the problems it stirred up back in my hometown haven't been resolved yet. If I don't go back, I'm afraid something will happen to my family."

"So that's how it is..." Su Kun thought to himself that he wasn't losing out anyway and was getting a few extra days of ownership for free.

It was just that Zhang Fuquan's state was really a bit odd. But he couldn't put his finger on what exactly was off. So he could only respond: "Okay, let's do that then. I won't stand on ceremony and will take advantage for a few days."

Su Kun wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he heard Zhang Fuquan let out an extremely light sigh on the other end. The sound was very small, but it sounded like he was relieved: "Ah, I can finally go home."

He sighed and then asked Su Kun: "So Xiao Su, when are you free today and tomorrow? I can bring the key over, or you can come get it, either is fine."

Su Kun thought for a moment and said: "I'll come to your place to get it in the afternoon."