The found Tuo is three and a half years old

Since Fyodor came to my house, my life has become busy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As a ghost, I don't have the sense of taste of a human, and my stomach is much stronger than that of a human, so I never spend my time preparing those ingredients.

But not Fyodor.The human stomach is inherently weak, and he is a particularly weak child, so when cooking, I always have to pay extra patience.

Apart from preparing three meals a day for this brat, I had to do everything possible to make up ghost stories to frighten him, and to maintain my majesty.And late at night, after he fell asleep, I had to find some firewood by myself again.

One day or two days, I can take advantage of the fresh energy to hold on, but after a long time, I can't help but feel impatient.

Looking at the little guy sleeping on the cushion and hugging my rabbit down jacket, I couldn't help but sigh with emotion, I just picked up an ancestor and came back!

What's worse is that as a human being, his work and rest are completely opposite to mine. In order for him to eat, I always have to get up and cook for him during the time when I should be resting.

Of course, the ghost itself does not need to rely on sleep to maintain physical strength, but this is not the reason why he can destroy my beauty sleep at will!

So I decided to reverse his routine.

Under normal circumstances, I prefer to take a nap in the dark cabin at noon when the sun is at its fullest, and wait until the sun is about to go down to get up and prepare to go out for food, similar to many nocturnal beasts.

Since Fyodor is raised by my side, it is only natural that he should accept my routine.Thinking about it this way, I simply didn't cook for Fyodor at noon that day, but pushed a little guy who had just woken up for a few hours back on the plush cushion.

"In short, in order to make our lives more harmonious, from today onwards, you will sleep with me."

"..." The little guy looked at me indifferently, as if he couldn't find anything to refute for a while, until his little face turned slightly red, he whispered: "No."

"Why do you think you have the right to refuse?" I tilted my head, and wrapped the rabbit fur coat around Fyodor's body arrogantly.

Fyodor didn't say anything, just stared straight at me, silently expressing his protest.

I don't care about his reaction.I lay down next to him self-consciously, and in order to prevent him from getting up and tossing again, I deliberately hugged the little dumpling in my arms.

Fyodor, who was wrapped in a rabbit fleece coat, was soft and well-behaved. Although his face was full of reluctance, he had no choice but to submit to the overwhelming power of the ghost.

I closed my eyes with satisfaction.

"Do you know what it means to sleep together?" Fyodor suddenly whispered. He buried half of his face in the rabbit-fur coat, and his voice sounded a bit muffled.

I didn't want to pay him much attention, I just tightened my grip on him.

After a long time, he opened his mouth again.This time the sound was much lower than before, it sounded exactly like the humming of mosquitoes: "...normally, only married people will sleep together."

“……………???”

For a moment I didn't even know what to say about him.A three-year-old has only a half-knowledge about "marriage" at best, but he brings it up with a serious face, as if I were some kind of irresponsible bully who took over from him.

Of course, I really didn't intend to be responsible for this kid, because I didn't do anything well in the first place!

"What are you thinking!" I reached out and pinched his little face: "Who told you that only married people can sleep together?"

"And even if there's such a claim, it doesn't work for me."

"I'm not human."

"Oh." The little guy nodded half-understanding: "That means you won't marry me, right?"

I was startled.

Then I heard him say, "That's good, otherwise life would be too hopeless."

....................................

I felt that this guy really deserved a beating, so I simply bit his exposed little face hard.This bite was really not light, and even left an obvious tooth mark.

He stretched out his hand from the plush coat, covering his bitten cheek with an aggrieved face, and a layer of mist covered his beautiful eyes.

I didn't pay attention to his miserable appearance, and after taking revenge on him a little, I closed my eyes contentedly.

But before I fell asleep, a series of "gurgling" sounds suddenly came from my ears. These were not the sounds made by Fyodor on his own initiative, but the instinctive performance of the little guy when he was hungry.

Reluctantly, I opened my eyelids again, only to see that little guy curled up in a plush coat with his back turned to me with a bulging face.

Under my confinement, he has no way to stay away from me at all. He can only rely on his neck to keep a little distance from me. The teeth marks on his white face are still clearly visible. This doormat looks even Kind of...cute.

I just felt that I was in a better mood, so I simply turned over and got up, poured him a glass of milk mercifully, and cut a small piece of black bread.

"Forget it, you don't look like you can sleep without a full stomach."

"Anyway, after eating, lie down and sleep obediently."