The Fearless Chapter 4

"Interesting. Very interesting, hahaha!"

This was my first time playing such an intense game of hide-and-seek. I trembled with excitement—this was exactly the feeling I'd been looking for.

To find my missing sense of fear, I'd tried countless methods.

While other girls kept puppies and kittens, I raised snakes, scorpions, spiders, and venomous insects.

While other girls majored in accounting or finance, I chose forensic medicine.

I'd tried anything remotely connected to horror, but never felt the slightest bit of fear.

If even demons couldn't make me feel fear, I might as well give up hope.

I cheerfully ran to the kitchen, found a fruit knife, and held it over the ghostly flames to sterilize it.

Then I lay flat on the couch, pulled up my shirt, and made a horizontal incision across my abdomen.

"Yo, little brat, found you!"

I reached my hand into the wound and yanked out the completely dumbfounded Ghost Child.

The Ghost Child blinked her innocent big eyes. "Wait, what? Are you insane? Who the hell does this?!"

I smacked the Ghost Child's little butt. "A deal's a deal. I order you to obey me for the next three days. Now go get me a needle and thread—I need to stitch myself up!"

The Ghost Child reluctantly brought over a sewing kit. My fingers flew as I rapidly sutured the wound.

I don't know if it was because the thread was special, but after stitching, the wound healed perfectly and didn't hurt at all.

[Is this REALLY a rookie? She just performed a self-cesarean like it's nothing??]

[Girl, you're too brave! You're definitely not from around here!]

[She actually bossed around the Ghost Child. Who's the human and who's the ghost here?]

The livestream viewers went wild. They never expected me to break the death trap with such brutal directness.

"Daddy has OCD. You got blood all over his couch. You're in trouble!"

"And Granny's sewing kit was for repairing burial shrouds. You used it all up. She won't forgive you. You're dead!"

The Ghost Child stared at me with sinister glee, her smile full of malicious intent.

Just then, the locked door automatically opened.

The ghost flames extinguished. The living room lights suddenly brightened.

The sound of dress shoes clicking on the floor grew closer.

"Daddy's home! You're screwed!"

As soon as the Ghost Child finished speaking, a white figure suddenly appeared before me—tall, muscular, imposing.

I looked up his long neck to see a pale, cold, devastatingly handsome face.

The man suddenly spoke, his voice full of magnetic charm: "Woman, you..."

"Wow, you're so tall! Must be 6'2", right?"

"Holy shit, you actually have abs!"

"The Ghost Child calls you daddy, but I just gave birth to her via C-section, so basically you're my husband. Hubby, come here~"

I jumped up like a monkey and latched onto the man's body.

Damn, he smelled amazing!

If I could date this top-tier hottie, I'd happily live in a mansion and drive a luxury car~