Transmigration:The Stunning Princess

Due to the ancient custom, the king of Yama opened the gate of ghosts on the first day of July and sent the ghosts to the sun to receive people's worship. It was not until the ghost gate was closed again in July and half that the ghosts could return to the underworld. That's why I want to stay in Siling pavilion until July 15, because I want to see the wind and sand.

Xianggui came to Siling pavilion with me every day. Due to the passing of the sandstorm, many of the servants of Siling Pavilion were dismissed. The remaining few people, such as cooks and grooms, were very humble mountain people. But Xianggui was very kind and friendly to them. They were very happy to see that I could live for more than a month.

Watching them so happy, my heart is also warm. In order to live closer to Xianggui, I specially asked the girl who was full-time cleaning in Siling pavilion to sort out the windy and dusty study, and added a bed beside the bookcase to let Xianggui live in it. Although I was worried that Xianggui would not be used to it, she said happily: "if I can live in a library and smell books every day, I can be as knowledgeable as a girl."

The windy and sandy study is the "office" left by his father. It is only a wall away from Feng Mei's room. As long as Yang Mo doesn't come to Siling Pavilion, I will talk to Xianggui by candlelight every night. If one day late and tired, Xianggui is too lazy to go back, I will leave her to sleep with me, sleeping in Sister Feng's room.

On the death day of sandstorm, I went to his spirit to burn paper for him. I asked him to bless the wedding of Yang Mo and me. In fact, my birthday candles are not all out, and my questioning conversation with the old mountain master makes me feel uneasy. I am afraid that there will be something wrong with the mountain, which will make my wish difficult to achieve. So these days I almost go to pray in front of the wind and sand spirit, hoping that his spirit in heaven can hear my call and bless my wish can be achieved.

Every night I hope that the wind and sand can dream to tell me whether he has received my prayer, but he is not willing to appear in my dream. I can hardly sleep every night. I need Xianggui to accompany me to sleep dimly in the latter half of the night. Xianggui saw that I didn't sleep well and was exhausted to accompany me every night, but she didn't complain. However, Xianggui had foresight for a long time. She took a lot of the medicine prescribed by the miracle doctor for me, and took it for me on time every day. These drugs can relieve my nervous tension, calm my ups and downs, and make me sleep peacefully.

In this way, Xianggui and I stayed in Siling pavilion until July.

July is the day when hell opens. From the beginning of the day, mountain people began to burn paper. Or at the intersection of mountain trails, or at the water's edge. Xianggui and I often walk to the water edge under the tree house to put the lotus lamp down the river. To take away our sorrow for the sand and Xiaolian.

Every time I come to the river, I want to meet a madman by chance, but I don't know if he doesn't want to meet Xianggui, or he doesn't want to see me. We haven't met once. But I still left a note, inside the book "Siling pavilion to live to 15" into the gap in the tree. If the madman can see it, I should know that I've been living in silingge recently.

On the fifth day of junior high school, I chatted with Xianggui until midnight, and she went back to her study room to sleep. After the lights were turned off, I lay on the bed as usual and couldn't sleep. Just as I was counting the goats, I suddenly felt the door creak open. A little strange in my heart, didn't I bolt the door just now? Isn't it bolted?

Just as I was in doubt, a slight footstep gradually approached my bed. If I hadn't been awake, I would never have heard it. The footstep is so light, this man must have kung fu. Who is it? No one dares to sneak into my room in the middle of the night except Yang mo. Is he here? I was so excited that I almost wanted to sit up. However, the footstep arrives the bedside, the person does not go to bed, strange.

The man sat by my bed. Because it was too dark, I looked at him, but I couldn't see his face clearly. At this time, I suddenly felt a pair of hands stroking my hair. This touch scared me a lot, because it was not Yang Mo's hand at all.

Yang Mo's hand has touched me countless times. I'm really familiar with his fingers. His hands often sew clothes and do delicate work. So when touching me, he is also very careful and gentle, for fear that his kung fu will hurt me. Now these hands are not only big, but also rough, full of strength. When he touched my hair, I found that it was wrong, which made my hair stand up. Who the hell is this man?

Just as I was too scared to move, the hands began to feel down from my head. As it was July and the weather was hot, I only put a thin blanket around my waist. As the man reached to my chest to untie the rope of my pajamas, the smell of his body reached into my nose, confirming my guess. This man is definitely not Yang Mo, who is he? Suddenly, the pervert who raped the girl in the top area appeared in my mind

Oh, my God! Is that the man? I was so scared that my body suddenly tightened up. The man immediately noticed the change of my body. He had no patience to untie my clothes any more. Instead, he grabbed my clothes by the lapel and pulled them violently. My clothes were torn apart with a "wipe" sound, followed by my cry - "help!" I blurted out without thinking about it. But the man's action was as fast as lightning, which was in mine When the word "rescue" was just half called, my mouth was tightly covered by a hand, and the remaining two words became "Wuwu" in my mouth.

Just when I want to sit up, I just feel a huge force to my waist and legs dead pressure, how I struggle can not open He put one hand over my mouth, the other hand groped up and down my body, and pulled my clothes violently. His action was extremely rude. At this time, I realized how gentle Yang Mo was to me before, and what was the real feeling of being "raped".Even though I can't move my lower body, I still have my hands and my brain. I can't wait to die like this, my mouth is covered by his hand, then he has only one hand, and I have one. I waved my hand to hit him, but I couldn't reach it because his arm was much longer than mine. I could only touch his upper arm, but not his face and body. At this time, my mind suddenly calmed down - do not try to pull his hand, should find a tool as a weapon, or make some noise.

I simply relaxed and stopped struggling. Isn't it said on the Internet? If you can't resist rape, you might as well enjoy it. I won't fight. See what he can do.