I'm going to fuck you

Wei Zexu's nose was a little sore, and the wound was cold, and the burning and painful feeling gradually dissipated. He breathed a sigh of relief, and pushed the male ghost lying on his body.

The voice was a little nasal, with a little complaint, "Get up, you're dead."

The male ghost didn't move, and wiped his eyes with the hand covering his eyes, teasingly, "Why, are you crying in pain?"

Wei Zexu blushed, feeling a little embarrassed. He pursed his lips, avoiding the seriousness, and said, "Get up quickly, and bring me your hand!"

He was actually a little scared.

I didn't feel it when I was helping Song's mother, but after being scratched by the ghost, I realized that I might die, and then I was pressed and licked by the male ghost. I felt ashamed, so my eyes were a little moist.

The male ghost hugged him, and there were thin calluses between the middle finger and thumb of his fingers. When he brushed against Wei Zexu's face, he scraped it lightly, which was tingling and tingling.

"Why, don't you want me when you're done?"

The male ghost laughed muffled, but his voice was a bit chilly, as if it had been painted with a soft honey color.

Wei Zexu's heart skipped a beat.

He rolled his eyes, tried his best to sit up, opened his eyes, and pulled away the hands that blocked his eyes. When he looked over, he couldn't see anything. The living room was empty.

The cool breath still permeated the air, Wei Zexu licked his dry lips, a little disappointed.

Holding his aching stomach, he went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles for himself, and he felt better after eating.

Wei Zexu took care of his wound, stepped on his slippers and went to the bathroom to get a basin of water, soaking his feet while thinking about what happened today.

The old wooden bed was slightly sunken in the middle, and it made a "creaking" sound when he sat on it. Wei Zexu squinted his eyes, and what happened this afternoon kept appearing in front of his eyes.

He originally thought that the report about the girl committing suicide and cursing was all nonsense, but when he saw the crazy appearance of the ghost today, he believed more than half of it, full of resentment and paranoia, and guarded Qiao An.

But what is that golden thread?

Wei Zexu couldn't figure it out. He wiped his wet feet, changed into his pajamas and planned to go to bed. Unexpectedly, the landline in the living room rang in the middle of the night.

"Xiaoxu, do you want to come back for this month's monthly vacation? Grandma has been saying your name all the time, so I miss you..."

The voice from the phone was a bit shrill, as if he was being choked, with a bit of reluctance, Wei Zexu pressed his eyebrows, and his aunt was on the opposite side.

"No need, the third year of senior high school is quite busy, and I have to pay for the trouble of coming and going." Wei Zexu paused, with a small pimple between his brows, "Say hello to grandma for me, and tell her that I am here. OK."

As he was speaking, he was about to hang up the phone, but the other end yelled anxiously, "Hey, boy, what can I do to you when you come back? Your grandma is getting old and wants to see her grandson..."

The babbling at the other end made Wei Zexu tired of coping. Wei Zexu understood this aunt's habits, and didn't want to get up early, and hated him very much, so the two of them just maintained their superficial politeness.

He was so enthusiastic today, and asked him to go back to the village, presumably because he wanted to inquire about something from him, but Wei Zexu was impatient and agreed.

His aunt chatted with him for a few more days, and this was a rather casual mention, "Xiao Xu, when you come back, bring your sophomore textbook back for Yunyun to use, their teacher Will use it recently."

Wei Zexu's lips curled up in a mocking arc, his bright eyes were clouded, "Okay."

He knew why he would come back to him for no reason.

After this phone call, Wei Zexu was in a bad mood. He lay down on the bed and fell asleep, tossing and turning, the bed board creaking under his pressure.

Unsurprisingly, when he woke up the next day, his eyes were covered with dark circles, and the dark circles under his eyes were a bit heavy. The first thing he did when he arrived at school was to meet Lao Xu and tell him about Song Jiayi.

"Old Xu, don't look for me for this kind of thing, look at the dark circles under my eyes, I'm the class grass in our class, I can't just squander my remaining value like this..."

Wei Zexu cried bitterly, Lao Xu glanced at the bandage wrapped around Wei Zexu's neck, a little guilty, took a bag of student milk powder from the table and threw it into Wei Zexu's hands:

"Okay, go back quickly, Bu Bu!"

"Old Xu, you have such a...childlike innocence..."

Old Xu looked at Wei Zexu looking at the student milk powder in his hand with a strange expression, a few veins stretched out on his forehead, and twitched, "Come on, then my daughter's, it's cheaper for you kid!"

Seeing Wei Zexu running out of the office laughing, Old Xu couldn't help but sighed, his eyes were full of worry.

Wei Zexu ran back to the class in a hurry. There was a Chinese class in the class. The Chinese teacher was kind and gentle. She nodded to Wei Zexu and let him in.

"What's the matter with the injury on your neck?" Zhang Wei handed over a small note and asked Wei Zexu, his eyes rolled restlessly, avoiding the teacher on the podium.

"Accidentally knocked."

Wei Zexu gave a reason very casually, and it was impossible for him to say that he was caught by a ghost. Even if he told Zhang Wei, Zhang Wei would not believe it.

Zhang Wei obviously didn't believe it, he turned his face abruptly, his movements were a little big, and the knocking of the tables and chairs made a clanging sound, and the Chinese teacher on the stage immediately noticed the two people.

"Zhang Wei, let me tell you what are the main thoughts and feelings expressed in this song "Return to Come"?"

The Chinese teacher was smiling and not angry, so he asked someone to answer the question.

Zhang Wei was a little dumbfounded, and stared blankly at the textbook. Now it is the review stage. They have learned this poem several times, but he is not listening, and the textbook is blank.

He faltered and couldn't speak.

"Then Wei Zexu, please answer..."

The cannon fire turned around, and a fire hit Wei Zexu's body. Wei Zexu glanced impatiently, his sunny and handsome brows drooping. He knew it, but he didn't want to answer.

He opened his mouth, but a familiar voice sounded in his ear, low and sexy, "expressed the author's spiritual sentiment of being clean and self-disciplined, and by describing specific scenes and activities..."

Wei Zexu's brows relaxed, and he read the words according to the man.

The Chinese teacher nodded in satisfaction, "Very well, sit down, and you have to concentrate on listening in class from now on. You are already in the third year of high school, and the teacher doesn't want to talk too much about you..."

Just as he sat down, Wei Zexu raised his eyebrows again. He moved his body uncomfortably, but something lifted his clothes and touched his waist.

The stool he was sitting on turned into something else, and there seemed to be something under it, pressing against him.