My dead ghost husband is still alive

"I can see it with both eyes." Zhou An said with peachy eyes: "I am late every morning, which ruins my studies. Every night, I am physically exhausted, my waist is sore and my back hurts, which ruins my health." Many, many, brought too much influence to him.

This appearance of answering the question in a serious manner, obviously moved, grabbed Zhong Lin's heart.

His pupils suddenly dilated, and at that moment he seemed a little absent-minded, as if he saw something impossible.

After regaining consciousness, he sealed Zhou An's lips, wantonly venting his current mood - excited.

"..." Zhou An was really angry. His lips hadn't been soothed for a while, either numb or tingling, red or swollen or broken.

He looked at Zhong Lin with cold eyes, expressing his dissatisfaction in this way.

Because fighting was impossible, and swearing was irrelevant, he didn't know what else to do.

But at the end of the kiss, Zhou An also indulged for a while, after all, Zhong Lin's kissing skills soared.From being unskilled at the beginning to being extremely seductive now, it took less than a month.

After parting, he opened his eyes, filled with steam, a little dazed and cold.

Zhong Lin straightened his collar, and his expression returned to normal, but his eyes were a little warmer than usual: "Zhou An, do you like me?"

Zhou An looked at him as if he was looking at a mentally retarded: "Is it possible? You are a ghost, why should I like you?"

"..." Zhong Lin didn't speak.

"And you torment me so much, it's good that I don't hate you to the bone." Zhou An said, and then walked out of the elevator, with a calm appearance, he could win an Oscar.

Opening the door of the house, Zhou An came in and changed his shoes: "Mom." He walked over, knocked on the door of his mother's room, and said to her, "I'm back."

After a while, Lu Shan's voice came from inside: "Okay, Mom knows, go and rest."

She seemed to be working inside and didn't come out to look around as usual.

"Okay." Zhou An replied and went back to his room.

The moment the door was closed, that cold and annoying hug came as expected. He opened his arms and hugged the lonely boy standing alone in the room tightly.

"Let me accompany you?" The young man's lips pressed against Zhou An's ear, his voice was full of bewitching taste, and the damp breath was everywhere, like a love net with teeth and claws, trying to put the love in his arms The boy was swallowed whole.

To Zhou An's ears, his words were like the singing of a ghost, and at the same time, he opened his greedy and bloody mouth wide, just waiting for himself to fall into the trap.

As long as a nod or a look, in short, it sends a signal of loosening to the other party, and it will be eaten immediately...

Zhou An has been in contact with Zhong Lin for so long, and he knows exactly what kind of existence the other party is.

Zhong Lin is an abyss, liking him is a mistake.

Just blinking accidentally, those cold lips covered her.

Zhou An frowned, feeling that the other party was too aggressive.

He pushed Zhong Lin away with all his strength, opened and closed his red and swollen lips and said, "If you want me to die, just do your best, and you will get your wish soon."

Then seeing Zhong Lin put away his teasing smile, and rarely became serious, he frowned slightly and said, "How can you die so easily?"

Zhou An was heartbroken by his words, bent down to pick up the schoolbag on the ground, went to the desk and sat down.

That ashamed look scared Zhong Lin terribly: "Did An An misunderstand something?"

"What did I misunderstand?" Zhou An said, "Aren't you absorbing my yang energy?" Otherwise, how could Zhong Lin's state get better so easily?

"I didn't." Zhong Lin stood behind him and denied, "I did inhale your yang energy when I was unconscious." After he regained consciousness, he never did such a thing again.

Zhou An looked sideways, in disbelief: "Then why am I so tired?"

Zhong Lin answered him: "I am a ghost after all, and I have too much yin energy." After a pause: "And I live well, you are too addicted."

"Fart!" Zhou An was so angry that the top of his head was smoking, and his neck was red. Who is too addicted? Is there anyone who is so addicted?

"What are you worried about?" Zhong Lin has a pair of peach blossom eyes, and his smile is strangely bright, but he is obviously a gloomy ghost: "I will not harm you."

For matters of yang energy, it will be fine to rest for a few days, and the root cause of the disease will not be left behind.

Moreover, Zhou An is consciously supplementing nutrition, and it's okay to indulge once in a while.

The problem is that Zhou An doesn't want to indulge with him at all, and having sex with a male ghost or something, isn't this sending himself into a fire pit?

He subconsciously couldn't accept it.

"Whether you will harm me or not, it's not good for me to be like this with you." Zhou An organized his words and persuaded: "If you really want this kind of relationship, you can find someone who can accept you."

Zhong Lin's expression darkened instantly: "Who can I find?"

Seeing that indescribable expression made Zhou An's heart ache, almost sympathizing with him: "That's your business." Zhou An lowered his head and said, "You must find someone who doesn't reject you."

"An An doesn't reject me." Zhong Lin's brows became lively again, and his two palms rested on Zhou An's shoulders, gently clasping them.

"Are you dreaming? How can I not reject you." Zhou An said: "I am timid and afraid of ghosts." And I am very shy about bed affairs.

"Then I don't care." Zhong Lin wrapped his arms around his neck, and said something that made people sweat in a joking tone: "Death will haunt you."

Looking at his past behaviors, this should not be a joke.

No one can predict the ghost's thinking, even if Zhou An believes that he will not hurt himself, he can't help the cold in his palms and back.

"Then I'm helpless." Zhou An said.

"You're lying." Zhong Lin hugged him a little tighter, and said with a light smile, "You like me."

"I don't like it." Zhou An argued.

"Why are you duplicity?" Zhong Lin asked him, "You obviously don't think so."

He doesn't talk and is stubborn.

"Tell the truth." The ghost's tone changed, and his arms tightened little by little, almost strangling Zhou An's neck.

Only then did Zhou An realize that Zhong Lin was being serious with him.

But when he knew it, he was already having difficulty breathing, so he called out in time: "Zhong Lin, what are you doing?"

This sound was still useful, Zhong Lin immediately came to his senses, let go of Zhou An's neck and slapped him: "Look, you've provoked me again."

The soft tone, the peach blossom eyes mixed with gloomy and bright, no matter how you look at it, it makes people's hair stand on end.

The feeling of being stared at by him is no less than being stared at by a poisonous snake, and it is more uncomfortable than stepping one leg into a coffin.

The scary thing is that I can't help but be attracted to him.

"You study, I won't bother you anymore." After a moment of silence, Zhong Lin's voice sounded from above their heads.

This is surprising, he is never willing to leave until he is satisfied.

But that's good too, it took a long time to face Zhong Lin today, so long that Zhou An felt that he couldn't afford it.

"Hmm..." He replied in a low voice, and waited for the coolness to disappear around him before he lowered his shoulders and let out a long sigh of relief.

The next day, Zhou An got up early, brushed his teeth, and looked at himself in the mirror with some doubts. It's good to be in such a state that his eyes are not sleepy and his body is not tired.

He couldn't believe it, just because he didn't hang out with Zhong Lin overnight, did his body recover?

But no matter what, the long-lost spirit put him in a good mood, and his eyes narrowed.

Also secretly believed Zhong Lin's words, in fact, the body loss was not as serious as imagined.

As long as you don't roll the sheets continuously every day, you can still survive.

"Huh!" Wang Shuo hadn't seen Zhou An's spirited appearance for a long time, and suddenly saw his face flushed red, and thought it was a flash of light, bah bah!It's a happy event!

"Cakes for you." Zhou An brought him wife cakes.

"Thank you, old man. I haven't digested the pizza I ate last night." Wang Shuo rubbed his stomach. He has never had anything to do with seafood in his life, and he doesn't like to digest it.

"Then you still eat so much?" Zhou An smiled and took out his book to read.

"Of course you have to eat more for free." Wang Shuo said, "However, it's been really evil lately. I always feel that someone touches me at night."

He spoke in a low voice, but Zhou An heard it, and he broke out in a cold sweat suddenly: "What touched you? Isn't it a dream?"

Then I heard Wang Shuo say: "Of course I'm dreaming, otherwise who would touch my face so affectionately? My mother has never done this before."

It is normal for a young boy in adolescence to have such colored dreams at night, Zhou An also had it.

"You should hurry up and study recently, and watch less passionate videos." He laughed.

"Huh?" When Zhou An talked about these things before, he always had a serious face, but today he has a familiar smile.

This is the performance of an old driver. Wang Shuo was very curious. Did Zhou An make up for it overnight?

Reminiscent of his low spirits a while ago, Wang Shuo realized that he seemed to know an unspeakable secret.

In order not to irritate the thin-skinned old iron, he chose to keep it a secret.

"Old Tie..." He wanted to whisper something to Zhou An, so he leaned over and hooked Zhou An's collar with his hands.

The sudden move made Zhou An panic, and quickly snatched the collar back from Wang Shuo's hands.

He was afraid that Wang Shuo would see the marks on his body and would look at him strangely.

After all... There is no girl who is so fierce, leaving traces that will not fade for three days.