to dig boyfriend's grave

Lin Jia felt that her brain had been sunk in the concrete by someone, and she couldn't move at all. She finally struggled to open her eyes, but her eyes were completely dark and she couldn't see anything.

After being dazed for a long time, he realized that Smelly was lying on his head, and lifted the fat cat away. Lin Jia struggled to prop himself up from the sofa. He looked at the black ash on the ground, Suddenly remembering what happened yesterday, he stood up from the sofa in shock, his head was dizzy and he couldn't stand still, and he fell directly on the floor.

The blow was a bit harsh, and there were golden stars shining in front of my eyes.

After being on the ground for a long time, he slowly got up, bent over and stood on the spot with his legs propped up for a while, and when the dizziness in his head gradually dissipated, he straightened up and stared at the black ash on the ground. Watched for a while.

The shadow yesterday should be a ghost. The moment he passed out yesterday, he vaguely saw the light on his forehead, and he thought it should be the light that wiped out the shadow ghost.

Lin Jia raised her hand and touched her forehead, but she didn't find anything. When she entered the toilet, she just wanted to see if there was anything on her forehead, when she was startled by herself in the mirror.

The face in the mirror was burnt red, the eyes were bloodshot, and there was a particularly heavy blue color under the eyes. Lin Jia felt that he didn't need to wear makeup to pretend to be a ghost now.

After washing his face, he went to the drawer in the living room and took out the thermometer, guessing that he might have burned enough.

Dizzy and weak all over, he lay on the bed without moving. He was trying to figure out the time, and waited until he took out the thermometer to check again, but he accidentally fell asleep wrapped in the quilt.

He had a few dreams in a trance, in which he dreamed that he had become a piece of roast meat and was roasting on the fire.

I also dreamed that I became a flaming mountain, with my mouth open and roaring out fire.

In the end, he was heated up and struggled to get out of the quilt. The sheet was soaked with sweat, and the thermometer had been thrown away by him.

The sweat on his body was as sticky as if he had rolled in sugar. Lin Jia randomly took out a piece of clothing from the closet and went to the toilet to take a shower. After the shower, his body temperature seemed to drop a little, so he went to bed and opened his eyes. His eyes froze for a while, but the rising temperature on his body made black spots all over his eyes.

Finally, Lin Jia couldn't bear it anymore and walked from the room to the living room step by step. It took a long time to rummage through the boxes before finding the medicine.

Randomly stuffed some antipyretics and cold medicines into his mouth, he just wanted to go back to the bedroom, but his head was really dizzy, so he had no choice but to crawl back slowly on the ground.

He himself felt a little funny watching this scene, and couldn't help but want to match himself a little cabbage. Laughing and coughing, he crawled back to the bed and fell asleep again.

He felt that he hadn't slept for a while when he was woken up by the ringing of the phone. He was so agitated that he wanted to slap himself unconsciously, and finally answered the phone in a daze.

"Hey, who... ah." As soon as he spoke, he found that his voice was hoarse again, and the wind leaked out of his throat when he spoke.

"Why is your voice still not good?" the person opposite said.

It's Shen Jiming!

After Lin Jia vaguely realized that the person calling him was Shen Jiming, Teng called him.He sat up from the bed at once, only to fall back again when his eyes went dark, and he couldn't even speak now.

"Lin Jia? Lin Jia?" Shen Jiming shouted, the sudden silence made him a little worried. "Are you OK?"

"I...I..." Lin Jia just wanted to say that he was fine, but his throat was leaking for a while, and he just couldn't speak, which made his dizzy head anxious for a while.

Waiting for the broken bellows to be just a little bit, he cleared his throat and was about to speak, when the phone over there was suddenly hung up.

Listening to the beeping sound from the mobile phone, Lin Jia's nose suddenly felt a little sore.

He held up his mobile phone thinking about whether to call again, and touched his head with one hand. He was wondering if he had encountered a ghost again, but the familiar and cold touch made him stop turning over.

"Why do you have a fever?" Shen Jiming looked at Lin Jia's obviously red eye circles and nose tip lying on the bed, feeling a little distressed, "Have you taken the medicine?"

"Eat." Lin Jia smiled at him.

"Still laughing!" Shen Jiming picked up the thermometer that had been thrown on the ground, "raise your arms."

"I took...a few...fever-reducing medicines, and now...it's much better." Lin Jia obediently raised her arms and looked at Shen Jiming, "What did you...do yesterday? "

"The old man went to deal with my hand." Shen Jiming raised his hand and shook it in front of Lin Jia's eyes. He sighed and looked at the blackened mark on Lin Jia's forehead. Lin Jia should have met again. Ghost.

Once the yin energy on his body is contaminated with a human being, it will have a fatal attraction to those things underground.

Although the piece of jade in Lin Jia's body can help him block most of the ghosts, the cost of blocking varies from ghost to ghost. Lin Jia's body was in obvious condition.

Not to mention what the old man said about asking Lin Jia to borrow Yu's power to take them to his cemetery.

"Brother Shen?" Lin Jia looked at Shen Jiming who was in a daze, "What's wrong?"

"Ah...it's okay." Shen Jiming glanced at Lin Jia's dry, peeling lips, reached out and took out the thermometer under his arm, and frowned, "Didn't you take antipyretics? 39 degrees?"

"I just ate it, how could it be so fast." Lin Jia smiled at the worried Shen Jiming. Apart from a little dizziness in his head and a throat like a broken bellows, nothing else happened.

Shen Jiming looked at the tired smile on Lin Jia's face, and couldn't help reaching out to touch his eyelashes.

Lin Jia's eyes were small, but beautiful, with long black eyelashes like a small fan, and brownish pupils that looked like a piece of tender amber soaked in water when she was sick.

It seemed that Lin Jia was very obedient and obedient.

Especially... I want someone to kiss me.

"Don't touch it." Lin Jia turned her head to the side unnaturally.

Shen Jiming took his hand back, looked at Lin Jia and smiled, bent down and pressed his head down.

Before Lin Jia could react, Shen Jiming's breath had already rushed to his face, and the icy breath had already enveloped him.

Looking at the smile on Shen Jiming's face, he suddenly looked forward to Shen Jiming's soft and cold lips.

"Lin Jia." Shen Jiming called him suddenly, stretched his hand down to touch his waist, slid back along his waist, and hugged his whole body, and pressed his lips over in the next second.

Lin Jia's breathing paused, but when Shen Jiming's tongue touched his lips lightly, and inserted it into his mouth from between his teeth, he didn't hesitate even for a moment, and greeted him so naturally and full of expectations. .

Shen Jiming's hand caressed his back, and the cold temperature passed directly through his body from the palm, making his burning body feel very comfortable.

He raised his hand and hooked Shen Jiming's neck forcefully, the tip of his tongue was tangled...

Lin Jia didn't know how long the kiss lasted, but he almost couldn't catch his breath in the end, and pushed Shen Jiming away desperately.

Shen Jiming smiled and went out to pour him a glass of water and came back. With the help of Shen Jiming's hand, Lin Jia somehow sat up and drank the glass of water.

After drinking the water, his throat felt much better. He lay down on the soft quilt and fell asleep again in a daze.

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