monopolize her

The little girl's cold fingers rested on Wen Yuran's chin, and the cold touch on her lips lingered for a long time.

Wen Yuran froze there, his fingers were still trembling, the sound of his heartbeat drowned out all sounds, countless thoughts were ignited and then annihilated in his chest, and finally there was nothing left in desolation.

Looking at her almost dull expression, Ning An smiled lightly, then couldn't help but lowered his head, and kissed again.

This time, the little girl kissed very seriously, as if she was afraid of scaring her, the tip of her tongue slowly penetrated in bit by bit, gentle and careful.

Wen Yuran let the little girl kiss him stiffly, forgetting to resist for a moment.

The cold chill slowly eroded in from the center of the lips, spreading and melting a little bit, so gentle that people were addicted, and there was no need to think about anything.

I don't know how long has passed.

A clear light flashed across his mind, and Wen Yuran suddenly woke up.

What are you doing?

Isn't it to exorcise ghosts? How did it develop into this inexplicably?

Repressed fear clenched his heart again, and Wen Yuran pushed Ning An away as if awakened.

This time, the little girl didn't seem to use much force and pushed away easily.

Wen Yuran took a few breaths violently, shivering, and leaned back on the mattress with his elbows.

"What are you hiding from?" The little girl tilted her head and asked in a low voice.

Those eyes were dark, unable to see the light.

Wen Yuran suppressed his shortness of breath and wanted to speak, but his thoughts went up and down, and he didn't say anything in the end.

The little girl smiled, took off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, leaned forward, and slowly approached Wen Yuran.

"What are you hiding from?"

"You like to eat the food I cook, like to chat with me, like to think of me before going to sleep, and you will blush when you kiss me. You just made such a big determination, but you still can't bear to kill me in the end..."

These words seemed to tear away Wen Yuran's last fig leaf, and lifted out Wen Yuran's thoughts that he was trying to cover tightly, shaking them all into the sun.Every pronunciation is extremely accurate and clear, every word is full of strength, and every word hits the apex of Wen Yuran's heart.

"You like mine too?"

The little girl asked softly, with a hint of uncertainty trembling at the end of her voice.

Deathly silence.

Only the sound of Wen Yuran's suppressed breathing remained, echoing low in the empty bedroom.

At this time, the little girl stretched out her hand, carefully trying to touch Wen Yuran's cheek.

Wen Yuran turned his head with a cold face, avoiding the hand.

The little girl's hand was empty, stopped halfway, and was stiff.

Then, the little girl lowered her head, and that beautiful face sank, buried in the shadows, darkened.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Wen Yuran could feel that something was tense and suppressed, as if it would burst apart in the next second.

After a while, the little girl raised her head again, but there was no light in her eyes.

The hand that stopped in mid-air landed precisely on Wen Yuran's cheek.

This time, she was not given any chance to dodge.

"Take your hands away." Wen Yuran's voice trembled, but his tone was surprisingly cold.

That hand didn't listen.

The cold fingertips slowly scraped the edge of Wen Yuran's cheeks without stopping, which made her shiver.

If it was another time, Wen Yuran might try his best to follow the little girl, comfort her, and then think of a way to escape.

But today, perhaps it was the stamina of the red wine that came to the fore, maybe it was because of the despair of being powerless to fight, maybe it was because the little girl's words tore her last face.

Or maybe it was because he was sure that the little girl would not hurt her.

Wen Yuran raised his head, staring coldly into those dark eyes.

She opened her mouth, her voice almost forced through her teeth.

"Take your hand away."

The little girl seemed not to have heard Wen Yuran's words, her dark eyes were covered with fog and she couldn't see clearly.

Wen Yuran took a deep breath, the alcohol climbed up along the nerves, the mind was chaotic for a moment, the fear and depression of being monitored for so many days accumulated together, and it broke out all at once.

She directly grabbed the little girl's hand, stared fixedly into those eyes, her voice trembling uncontrollably, each sentence became colder.

"Are you enough?"

"What qualifications do you have to talk about liking with me? From the time we met to now, which sentence is true?"

"You told me not to be afraid, but you manipulated my dreams, monitored my thoughts, and entered my house casually, why didn't you tell me not to be afraid...? You discovered the problem before the car accident, but did you stop it? ? You saw me in a car accident, and you wanted to play a hero to save the beauty?"

"And..." Wen Yuran swallowed and paused for a few seconds, his voice trembling more and more, "And Ge Tianhai's ghost... Judging from the incidents of you saving me, you are better than Ge Tianhai. Be strong...I guess, you have a way to make Ge Tianhai disappear or leave, but you don't, you let him haunt me..."

"Because that's the only way...I need you...right?"

Create a dangerous situation, and then appear at the most critical time, you can easily buy people's hearts.

There is no better way to use it.

Wen Yuran's eyes were already red, she stared at the little girl, waiting for the little girl's answer.

And the little girl just listened quietly.

There was no rebuttal.

Like default.

Wen Yuran's eyes were red, looking at the little girl's clean and tender face, her heart throbbed, and those deliberately suppressed emotions surged up, overwhelming.

She opened her lips, and asked the question she wanted to ask most with trembling voice——

"...My dream is controlled by you, and my heartbeat may also be bewitched. Tell me, what is true?"

"You tell me... what's true?"

"You tell me..."

In the end, the sound was swallowed little by little, and it was broken into pieces, and nothing could be heard clearly.

Wen Yuran felt his eyes were a little wet.

It's ridiculous.

It's rare to shed tears twice as an adult, and they were all because of a ghost with ulterior motives.

Wen Yuran lowered his eyelids to cover the wet liquid in his eye sockets, and took a deep breath.

There was a long silence in the bedroom.

"I'm sorry..." A small voice broke the silence.

Wen Yuran felt that the corners of his eyes were a little cold - it was the little girl's fingers.

The little girl stretched out her hand and carefully wiped the liquid from the corner of her eyes, with a clumsy movement.

Wen Yuran didn't know which tendon was cramping, so he didn't dodge it.

"I'm sorry, I will never do things you don't like..." the little girl continued to whisper.

The little girl paused for a while, then continued to explain.

"It is indeed me who enters the dream, but there must be someone's desire and loopholes before I can enter the dream."

"As for the deceptive monsters, they are everywhere in the ghost market, but I have never used them."

After begging for so long, and calculating every step of the way for the camp, how could it be possible to ask for an illusory result.

Ning An wiped away the tears from the corners of Wen Yuran's eyes with his fingers, and then gently hooked a few strands of wet hair from the side of Wen Yuran's face behind his ears, his movements were as gentle as if he was treating a rare treasure.

"Wen Yuran, you ask me what is true," Ning An called out his name in a low voice, his voice was firm and clear, "Then I'll tell you..."

"Your desire for me is real."

"The little bit of affection you have for me is real."

"I like you, and it's true."

The little girl's eyes were black and bright.

Wen Yuran looked at those bright black eyes, took a breath, and stepped back unconsciously.

There is a cold wall behind it.