Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Because they are too close, each other's faces look a little enlarged. Joey was at a loss, then shocked, and then frightened. The whole person was frozen.

"It's me," the man said in a low voice.

Joey's lips trembled and said, "Oh." A cry. Of course I know it's him. He's the one who's scared to death. Who's lucky enough to sleep with a ghost!

Mo Qingze said he was a good ghost. As long as he was obedient, she would be fine. Looking at that handsome face, she could only be obedient.

But why is she in his arms? Isn't he always behind her?

Just thinking, I suddenly heard a man ask, "are you afraid of thunder?"

She nodded, but immediately shook her head again, her expression still dull.

Moxi Ling frowned slightly: "are you afraid or not?"

She was a little afraid, but thunder was obviously nothing compared with the ghost in front of her.

"Not too bad." She answered with a trembling voice.

Moxiling noticed that she was more afraid than usual, and immediately remembered her current identity - he was a ghost!

He frowned, took Joey's hand and put it on his chest. "Don't be afraid, I have a heartbeat."

Joey was frightened and surprised. Although his hands were cold, his body was hot and his heart beat strongly. She knocked and said, "you are, yes..."

"It doesn't matter who I am," said moxiling, pulling away some distance from her, lowering her head to her neck, and her voice was deep and soft. "Just listen." After a pause, he said, "you smell good."

This is the first time they embrace each other face to face. The man is still stuck in her neck. His hot breath pierces her soft skin like a needle. His legs are wrapped around her legs and his big hands are buckled on her back waist. It is a very ambiguous and painful posture.

At ordinary times, he has embarrassed her very much in the back. Now such entanglement is really... Joey is sweating at the tip of his nose and wants to push him away regardless. But in my heart, I worked hard for several times and didn't mention my courage.

Moxi Ling suddenly released her and raised his head. His black eyes looked confused: "I thought you had adapted. Why are you still afraid?"

Joey opened his mouth and couldn't explain. Don't say he was a ghost, even if he was a normal man. Don't you think... What's that?

He doesn't have a fast heartbeat and dry mouth, so he doesn't have an instinctive response?

Mexiling was a little impatient: "how many times do you have to say, you will believe that I won't hurt you."

"Not that," Joey said. "It's too hot to hold together."

"I'll turn down the room temperature." Mexiling said he reached out to the bedside table and touched the remote control to lower the temperature.

In early summer, it rained outside again. As soon as the indoor temperature dropped, Joey's exposed hand immediately trembled and put it into the quilt.

Moxi Ling squinted at her: "it's cold, but it's hot. Are you used to lying?"

"I never tell lies," Joey said to him with a serious face, not remembering the night of the dance.

Moxi Ling Leng snorted and didn't expose her. He didn't care what kind of woman she was. All he cared about was her taste. Moreover, she would disappear from his life in a month at most.

He turned her around, not close to her as usual, just buried his face in her neck and quietly smelled the faint fragrance.

Joey wrapped himself in a quilt and was angry. Since she said she was cold, why didn't he adjust the temperature back on purpose?

No matter how cold it is, she won't keep warm next to a ghost!

But his arms are really warm, broad, thick, soft and hard, and his heart beats powerfully in his chest... Etc. she suddenly remembered that he has temperature and heartbeat. How is it a ghost? She asked him just now. How did he answer?

Oh, I remember. He said, "never mind who I am. Just be obedient." He also said, "you smell good."

After all, I still like her taste. Joey thought about it in his heart. His eyelids gradually sank and fell asleep.

The sleeping woman arched herself into his arms, and then shrunk herself into a ball and lay down in his arms. Moxiling was unable to laugh or cry. When she was awake, she was stiff and refused to approach him. She showed her original shape as soon as she fell asleep. She was so curled up that he couldn't get close to her neck.

Fortunately, it's almost tonight. The breath in his body swims very smoothly. His self-control and stability have been exercised very well. Even if he goes to a crowded place, he has no problem.

Mexiling quietly got up and wanted to get out of bed. Unexpectedly, just lifting his body, the woman seemed to stick to him. He moved, and she moved. Her arms hugged his waist, and her legs clamped his legs, pestering him like an octopus.

When they moved, the quilt loosened and the wind leaked. The woman shivered and became more and more sticky to him.

Mexiling had no choice but to lie down again, touch her cool hand, adjust the temperature back, lie down quietly for a while, put a pillow in her arms, and then get off.

He stood by the bed and looked at Joey for a while. He heard that the rain outside was gradually decreasing. He went to the window and lifted the curtains. It was gray outside, but the sky in the East was white, and it was about to dawn.

He opened the door and went out. Mo Ziyu stood in the corridor. Seeing him coming out, he nodded expressionless: "I thought you forgot the time."

"No," said Moxi Ling lightly, striding towards his room.

Mozi Yu stood still and waited until Moxi Ling came out of his sight. Then he turned his eyes back to Joey's door, looked silently for a while, and turned downstairs.

It's best to go to bed on a rainy night. Moreover, Joey woke up in the middle of the night, frightened, physically and mentally tired, and slept more and more heavily. He didn't open his eyes lazily until it was almost eleven o'clock, and went down slowly with his shoes.

It rained overnight, but the next day it was sunny. The sky was as clear as water. Looking out of the window, the sun was colored, red orange yellow green blue purple, dazzling and joyful. A layer of leaves fell from the big tree on the front terrace of the ancient castle and stuck to the ground, like who slapped the ground there. The grassland is greener, and the flowers and trees are sparse. Everything looks light, new and clean.

Joey lay on the windowsill and looked downstairs thoughtfully. As soon as she woke up, she remembered what happened last night and couldn't slow down.

Even if the ghost is so beautiful, even if he won't hurt her, even if she has been obedient, but... She really doesn't want to be with the ghost!

She doesn't want to be lively during the day and weak at night. If she goes on like this, she will go crazy sooner or later.

The ghost said she liked her taste. It was her taste that attracted him. Then she tried to get rid of the smell. If the taste was gone, the ghost would leave naturally. Didn't she get away?

The more Joey thought about it, the smarter he felt. He was in a better mood.

She washed, changed her clothes and hopped downstairs. Seeing mozino sitting in the hall reading the newspaper, she quietly walked over and suddenly shouted, "Hey!"

But Mozi Nuo was not frightened by her at all. She just looked up at her coldly. Joey immediately realized that she had made a fool. She recognized Mozi Yu as Mozi Nuo.

Had to admit with a dry smile: "sorry, I recognize Arnold again."

Mo Ziyu didn't speak. He shook the newspaper and then she thought she was transparent.

Joey was very boring. He found himself a step, "ah, there are many flowers outside..." and went out.

In this family, Mo Qingze is serious and Mo Zi is cold. She is a little afraid. She doesn't deal with them unless she has to.

When she came to the door, Mozi Yu looked up at her, shook his head and thought, what a naive and stupid woman.

Joey went out and walked to the garden. Mosiyu sat in the pavilion and saw her coming. He smiled and said, "you're up."

Joey was a little embarrassed and blushed: "it thundered and rained last night. I didn't sleep well."

"It's all right. As long as you're not hungry, you can sleep until night." Mosiyu joked.

Joey sat down, pinched a biscuit and put it in his mouth. After sleeping here, he saved breakfast, but he was really hungry.

Mosiyu poured her a glass of water: "hungry, have lunch right away."

After eating two small biscuits, Joey felt much better, but he was still listless: "the ghost came again last night."

"Come on," mosiyu comforted her. "Brother said that as long as you are obedient, you will be fine!"

"I'm obedient." Joey sighed, "but I can't stand it!"

"Why?" Mosiyu asked curiously.

Joey held his cheek and looked at the flowers swaying in the wind, but he didn't know where to start? Say they sleep together? Said her heart was pounding, her mouth was dry and her heart itched?

She moved her mouth, didn't say a word, and finally sighed heavily.

Mo Siyu couldn't help laughing at her, "Yi, why is your face red? Did he do something to you... "

"No, we didn't do anything," Joey denied. After a while, he said inexplicably: "in fact, he is very handsome."

"Yi Yi," mosiyu laughed even more, "you don't like him, do you?"

Joey cut: "people and ghosts are different. How can I like a ghost?"

"What if he wasn't a ghost?" Mosiyu said, "I mean, if there was such a handsome man in real life, would you like it?"

"Let's talk when we meet," said Joey, with a look of satisfaction. "There are several boys in our school who worship under my pomegranate skirt, but I don't lift my eyelids and don't give them a chance."

"Why?"

"It doesn't meet my requirements."

"What conditions do you have?"

"Everything is floating clouds," Joey waved exaggerated, pretending to be free and easy: "just close your eyes."

"Does Moxi Ling fit your eye?"

"Who?" Joey was stunned for a moment before he reacted: "you say that ghost. If it's a ghost, don't consider it."