monopolize her

The fluid in the corner of the eye has dried up.

The cold air from the wall penetrated into the fabric, making the back numb.The little girl's fingers were also chilly, and as they slid from the end of her eyes to her temples, every inch of skin she passed felt numb and itchy.

Even the heart is itching.

too close.

The little girl did not know when she had already moved to Wen Yuran's side, and Wen Yuran raised her eyes a little, and she could clearly see the little girl's curly eyelashes and bright red lips.

Wen Yuran felt extremely flustered.Probably because of fear, but she couldn't tell what she was afraid of, maybe it wasn't because of fear, maybe it was something else, or maybe it wasn't.

—Your desire for me is real.

——Your little bit of affection for me is true.

- I like you, and it's true.

The voice was humble, but aggressive, sealing her into a dead corner, as if she had to give an answer.Wen Yuran couldn't tell what he was thinking, but felt that it was constantly echoing in his ears, and his head was full of chaos.

is that true?

So what if it is true, what does the little girl want?

She turned her face away, instinctively wanting to escape from this at a loss.

But behind it is a wall.

The little girl blocked the light, and the black shadow enveloped her, and she couldn't retreat.

"I won't enter your dreams without authorization, I won't enter your room casually, and I won't read your thoughts. Don't be afraid..."

The voice was small and weak, reminiscent of a fluffy little white rabbit in a pet store, who could be hugged in his arms as soon as he stretched out his hand, without any aggressiveness, so soft that it would melt if touched.

"I treat you well. I can cook for you, protect you, and keep other ghosts from approaching you. I'm really not scary at all. Don't leave me... okay?"

Wen Yuran tilted his head and pressed his body back tightly. He could feel the chill on the wall on his cheeks. There was a trance shadow on the wall. Disorganized thoughts swayed and swayed in his mind, and he didn't know what to say.

"You promised me before that you wouldn't leave me..." The little girl's voice became softer and softer, as if she was about to cry.

Wen Yuran heard this voice, traces of irritability leaked from the bottom of his heart, and then spread little by little.

She had promised not to leave the little girl—they were still together at that time, and she didn't know that the little girl was a ghost.

The little girl was always insecure, pestered her to ask, and she promised.Promises like this are useless if they are not written into the contract. What you say is just what you say. Wen Yuran admits that he has no sense of guilt.

But no matter how I tried to excuse myself, I still couldn't stop feeling irritable.

"You lied to me so many times, it's okay for me to regret it occasionally." Wen Yuran took a deep breath and responded.

I don't know if it's because of fear, Wen Yuran's voice still has a faint tremor.

After finishing speaking, Wen Yuran didn't dare to look at the little girl's face at all, she was afraid of seeing a pair of teary eyes, afraid of being unconsciously drawn into it, afraid of being soft-hearted for no reason.

She turned her head half an inch away, trying to avoid the little girl.

But the cold hand that fell on her cheek would not allow it.

Ning An's fingers moved down slowly, Wen Yuran's chin, and then exerted force.Wen Yuran's jaw was pinched, inch by inch, and he was forced to turn his head back.

The bones of the lower jaw hurt slightly, and his gaze inevitably met the little girl's eyes.

Wen Yuran thought he would see a pair of wet and red eyes, but he didn't.The little girl's eyes were pitch black, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

She pursed her lips and thought, how ridiculous she is, at what time is she still afraid that the little girl will cry.

The little girl didn't show the slightest trace of a weak person in her body, and she felt sympathy and guilt because she really had nothing to do.

"You let go..." Wen Yuran inhaled lightly, wanting the little girl to let go.

But in the middle of speaking, he suddenly fell silent.

Ning An's dark eyes were firmly locked on his body, like a snake staring at its prey, or looking at a goal, an ideal, full of naked longing deep down.

The longing was frighteningly obstinate.

Like the bones of the wind and sand, year after year, he vowed to die endlessly.

"What else do you want?" The little girl slightly parted her bright red lips,

"I said, I won't interfere with your privacy anymore, what else do you have to be afraid of?

"What else are you afraid of..."

After all, the last sentence was still relaxed, and the ending sound could no longer be heard.

next second.

Wen Yuran felt that his lips were cold, and then his teeth were pried open. The cold chill drove straight into the root of his tongue, and the tingling feeling like an electric shock went along the nerves to the heart.

She wanted to hide, but her back was already against the wall.

"Well……"

This kiss was too sudden, strong and terrifying.Wen Yuran pressed against the little girl's shoulder and pushed it out, but she couldn't push it.

The mouth is full of the cold and soft taste of a little girl.

Wen Yuran continued to exert force, desperately trying to push the little girl away, but after pushing for a while, Wen Yuran felt his face was a little wet.

The tears just now had dried up long ago, and she was sure that she wasn't crying now, it wasn't her tears.

Then, there is only one possibility left - the tears belong to the little girl.

The little girl... crying?

They were still kissing, their tongues were tightly entwined, the distance was too close, even when they opened their eyes, they could only see a blurry double image, Wen Yuran couldn't see the little girl's face at all, let alone her tears.

Wen Yuran's heart was in a mess, and he unconsciously let go of his resisting hand.

Why are you crying?

What I said...does it hurt so much?

Guilt seeps uncontrollably through the cracks, overflowing.

The kiss continued.

All memories are still alive.She remembered the little girl's disorderly and aggressive kisses, those bits and pieces of sweet moments, and the way the little girl smiled sweetly at herself.

She also remembered those absurd and turbid dreams, remembered the big snow-white skin of the little girl when she was wearing only a bath towel, remembered the bright eyes mixed with water vapor in the dream, and remembered the desire she had repeatedly suppressed.

Too many memories were hooked back together with desire, pulling her down.

Fall into the abyss.

fall.

The neckline is a bit cold, it may be the little girl's fingers.

She couldn't tell whether the little girl was playing tricks or not, the aftermath of alcohol came up, she felt dizzy, the little girl's wet tears fell to her lips, cold, but it seemed that they could flow all the way to her heart, soaked, her heart softened took a slice.

So, just let it go.

Indistinctly, Wen Yuran heard the sound of fabric being rubbed, vaguely mixed with the sound of buttons snapping.

It took so much willpower, so much tossing and turning, repression and self-control to build a strong wall, and it was overthrown so easily.

Restraint and sobriety, planning and reason.

These things that she had calculated every minute to maintain to the end were destroyed at this moment.

that's it……

Let it go once, it doesn't seem to matter...

This idea popped up and filled my mind, and the only bit of reason left was wiped out.

Wen Yuran couldn't remember how long the kiss lasted, she only remembered that the little girl seemed to pick her up and put her flat on the bed.

She instinctively seized the initiative, and then her wrist was imprisoned, and she couldn't break free no matter what.

In the remaining memories, the mattress was soft and the air was a bit cold.

The little girl's skin was also soft and cool.