Ghost Husband's Too Shy

My heart thumped.

I'm not at the first cemetery?

Almost subconsciously, I rubbed my eyes and looked at the handwriting on the gate again.

It's really the second cemetery!

It's just that the word "Er" has lost its color. If you don't look carefully, it can be basically ignored.

what the fuck!

I ran to the wrong cemetery and burned the wrong grave?!

At this moment, I almost want to cry without tears!

If I burn the wrong grave, whose is the gravestone that I burned paper just now? There seems to be no handwriting on it.

I couldn't help thinking of that man again.

The man with Obsidian eyes.

I trembled subconsciously to stop myself from thinking again. I ran home quickly.

If you burn it wrong, it's a big deal. Go back and beg my father to burn it again with me.

I comforted myself like this, but I always felt a little uneasy.

This uneasiness is like growing in my blood and bone, pestering me all the time.

Almost exhausted all my strength, I ran home in one breath.

What happened today is like a dream to me.

My parents don't know where to go. I don't even have a negotiator now.

Glancing at the clock, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.

I washed my hands and went to the kitchen to make something to eat.

When I was waiting for my parents to come back, my tiredness gradually hit me. I just felt that my eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

In a trance, it seems that someone picked me up. Those arms were as cold as ice.

I want to open my eyes and see the person holding me, but I can't do anything.

It seems that my stiff limbs are not my own.

I could feel myself in bed.

A pair of cold eyes stared at me. The feeling made me deja vu, as if it was the same as the man's eyes in the afternoon.

Fear enveloped me again, but now I can't do anything.

Suddenly, the bed collapsed.

Then, the cold breath enveloped me in an instant.

no

No!

I want to cry, ask for help and struggle, but now I'm like a fixed puppet, but I can't move except feeling.

The cold lips were gently printed on my forehead, and a piercing cold moment hit my senses.

What's he doing?

I was frightened, but I felt the cold lips along my eyebrows and eyes, the bridge of my nose slowly down, and finally stopped at my lips.

Vaguely, I smelled a trace of blood and a trace of water vapor.

Is it really that man?

no

It's a male ghost!

I guessed and panicked, but I was unable to stop and change all this.

Cold fingers picked open my shirt buttons, and cold lips pried open my shell teeth.

I was forced to kiss and tangle with this cold thing.

Vaguely, I felt a pain in my heart, as if something was slowly squeezing out along my heart.

Breathing became more and more difficult, as if I would die the next moment.

The clothes left me one by one.

At this moment, I finally knew what I was going to face.

no

I don't want it!

Don't be crushed by ghosts!

I struggled hard, but my hands and feet were still not loose.

Helpless tears fell from the corners of my eyes.

I'm only 18 years old and have a very good boyfriend. I didn't break through this line of defense with my boyfriend. Is it going to be ruined by a ghost with unknown origin?

I'm not willing!

But there's nothing I can do!

Maybe my tears disturbed the ghost.

He released me in an instant.

A fresh air poured directly into my chest, and I felt alive again.

My chest heaved sharply, and I gasped.

"You don't want to?"

A man's voice is very magnetic. It's as charming as an open bottle of mellow wine, but the premise is that he is a person, not a ghost!

I wanted to nod, but I couldn't. I shouted in my heart, "let me go, please, let me go!"

The man seemed to be able to hear the cry in my heart, sneered and said, "Ann Jiling, you provoked me! It was you who came to my grave to burn paper for me, then put your blood on my tombstone and made a contract with me. Now how do you make it as if I want to force you? "

what?

I was struck by lightning.

No no no!

That's not the truth!

He is not the one I want to worship!

But how can I tell him?

I'm worried like an ant on a hot pot. There's a big misunderstanding!

Who could have thought that I would go to the wrong cemetery and burn the wrong grave, so as to attract such a ghost?

I almost want to cry without tears!

Men seem to be able to understand the thoughts in my heart. When these thoughts pass through my mind, I feel that the air around me suddenly drops to the freezing point.

"Burn the wrong grave? You want to say this is a misunderstanding? "

Yes, yes, yes!

I really want to cry with joy.

This man can really hear what I think!

Since it's a misunderstanding, it's good to lift it, isn't it?

I have a beautiful fantasy, but the reality is always so skinny.

The man sneered, stroked my jaw with his cold fingers, then stroked my neck and whispered, "it's late. The contract has been formed. You can only be my person in this life! I am Ling Xiao's woman! "

what?

I'm completely numb.

The next moment, the man's cold lips attacked my neck again, and then fell all the way.

An inexplicable tremor enveloped me.

I cried and cried, more and more tears, but I could no longer exchange the slightest pity of a man.

A feeling of tearing my heart and lungs came from below, and I fainted in an instant.

When I woke up again, it was already light.

The warm sunshine refracted in through the French window, but I felt very cold and trembled all over.

How did this happen?

I want to get out of bed with my quilt open. As soon as my feet touch the floor, I feel my legs soften suddenly, and the whole person falls to the ground with a "plop".

The whole body was as painful as being run over by a car, especially in the places below.

The memory of last night surged up, and I instantly wanted to die.

Shit!

I was beaten by a ghost!

Where can I reason?

I can't tell the police that I went to the grave wrong and provoked a male ghost, and then the male ghost gave me a strong hand, right?

I almost want to cry without tears.

He propped himself up and I began to make the bed.

The smell of that male ghost still seems to remain on the bed.

What did he say his name was?

Ling Xiao?

I must find out which shameless male ghost this is, and then