monopolize her

the next morning.

Wen Yuran huddled under the quilt, struggled a little, then covered his eyes with his hands, slowly woke up, and opened them little by little.

The headache was severe, like a needle stuck in the skull.Feeling obviously hungover.

Wen Yuran raised his hand to support his head, propped it up with his arms, and sat up slowly.

"hiss……"

She tried to get out of bed, but just as her feet touched the ground, she gasped.

My waist is so sore...

How did you do it?

Wen Yuran covered his forehead with his hands, endured the headache, and forced himself to recall what happened yesterday, and a flood of memories surged up.

Yesterday, she was going to exorcise ghosts, so she tricked the little girl into the house.Master Huang has already set up a formation in her house, as long as the little girl steps into the formation, she can easily take off the little girl's jade pendant.

To numb the fear, she drank a lot of red wine.

But...the formation failed...

Then...they seemed to have an argument...

And then……

And then……

Wen Yuran remembered something, suddenly his cheeks became hot, and the hot memories were brought back.

she……

how did she...

How did she and the little girl...

Why is she sleeping like a ghost?

This incident was so impactful, Wen Yuran only felt his brain was shaken, and he didn't recover for a long time.

The memory remains of the little girl's bright red lips and soft skin, and... and her cold, chilly fingers.

Not only did she sleep with the little girl...

She also let the little girl take the initiative...?

Wen Yuran lowered his head, covered his hot cheeks tightly, held his breath in his heart, and couldn't vent it no matter what.

Messy thoughts are ups and downs, disorganized, and the brain is full of scattered thoughts.She sat on the edge of the bed and waited for a while before finally calming down.

Drinking alcohol is really a mistake, exorcising ghosts can turn into such a dramatic thing, it is simply ridiculous.

Just go to sleep.

So what if she fell asleep, she couldn't be with a ghost, so what's there to worry about?

Wen Yuran collected himself and looked down at his clothes.The pajamas she was wearing were not the ones she wore when she went home yesterday, it seemed that the little girl changed them for her later.

There is no one with the little girl in the bedroom, the little girl should have left.

It's good to go, and you don't have to face the embarrassing scene afterwards.

Wen Yuran secretly breathed a sigh of relief, put his hand against the edge of the bedside table, stood up slowly, went to the toilet to wash up briefly, and opened the bedroom door.

As soon as he walked into the living room, there was a scent of food entering his nostrils, like the smell of porridge, and maybe one or two side dishes. The oily aroma mixed with the delicious taste stimulated the taste buds.

"You're awake." The little girl sat on the chair and looked up at her

Why didn't the little girl leave?

Wen Yuran choked for a moment, looked away in embarrassment, and squeezed out a syllable from his throat: "Mmm."

"I cooked porridge and fried some dishes. It's heating up. Wait a minute. I'll serve it right away." The little girl's voice was sweet, reminiscent of the long, sweet voice in my ears last night.

Yesterday, during the whole process, the little girl stuck to her ear and yelled "Wen Yuran" over and over again, her voice seemed to be wrapped in honey, it could drown people in it.

Wen Yuran supported his head and pressed his eyebrows, clearing these random memories from his brain.

After a moment of distraction, the little girl had already served the porridge and set out several dishes.

"Where do you get the ingredients?" Wen Yuran asked.

Wen Yuran can't cook by himself, and there is almost nothing in his refrigerator.

"I went to buy it in the morning." Ning An replied while passing chopsticks to Wen Yuran.

The whole dialogue and movements are familiar and natural, as if they have already lived together. Wen Yuran was confused by this picture full of life. She wanted to reject the little girl's advances, but smelling the fragrance of food, she didn't know what to do. What's the matter? I can't speak.

Wen Yuran swallowed, and finally took the chopsticks silently, picked up the bowl and started to drink the porridge.

"How does it taste?" The little girl looked at her with bright black eyes, like a child asking for praise.

"It's okay." Wen Yuran put down the bowl halfway, took some time out of his mouth, and answered two words lightly.

The porridge was very fragrant, flowing down the throat and into the stomach, warm.Drunk and hungover last night, my stomach is unavoidably nauseous this morning, so it's just right to drink some light porridge.

On the opposite side, the little girl's eyes sparkled after hearing this plausible evaluation, as if she had received a great reward

"Then are you going to work today?" Ning An continued to ask, his tone natural and flawless.

Hearing this question, Wen Yuran paused.Her body was so sore that she didn't want to move any more, so she replied casually, "I'm not going."

"Then what do you want for lunch today?" Ning An asked again in a low voice.

When the words fell to the ground, Wen Yuran tugged at the corner of his mouth.

What is the little girl asking this question for?

Do you want to stay at her house and not leave?

At this time, the bowl in Wen Yuran's hand had bottomed out, the porridge was all gone, and his stomach was full.Maybe it was because the atmosphere was too peaceful, Wen Yuran didn't feel scared, but the anger that was suppressed in his heart in the morning came up again.

She put down the bowl, stabilized her mind, and said coldly: "I have a headache, and I want to rest alone for a while."

The eviction order was clearly issued, and only those who passed the comprehension ability could hear the clear attitude of eviction.

But the little girl seemed like she didn't understand: "Then lie down later, do you still drink? I'll fill it up."

With that said, Ning An stood up, leaned forward, and reached for the bowl in Wen Yuran's hand.

During this period, the little girl's fingers touched the back of Wen Yuran's hand, and Wen Yuran only felt a chill on the back of her hand, she shivered like an electric shock, and the fragrant memories of last night flooded up again, Wen Yuran was so startled that she quickly pushed aside the little girl's hand. girl's hand.

"No, no need, I want to rest alone, when will you leave?" Wen Yuran tried his best to suppress those messy thoughts, and straightened it out.

The little girl raised her head and looked at her, her eyes were watery on her tender face: "I don't want to go."

Wen Yuran took a deep breath, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The little girl continued: "I promised you yesterday that I would not enter your house casually. I'm afraid... If I leave, I won't be able to come in again..."

The voice was small, weak, almost imploring, as light as a feather drifting away, as if no trace was left, but it happened to be scratched at the tip of the heart, leaving a cool itch.

The little girl now is like a fragile child, who will be hurt at the slightest word.It seemed like yesterday's horror and aggression were all hallucinations.

Wen Yuran swallowed everything he wanted to say.

Really evil.

Obviously, yesterday was still a deadly situation, why did it become like this today?

Forget it.

The little girl didn't want to leave, and she couldn't catch up.

"I just remembered that there is something wrong with the company." Wen Yuran made up a crude excuse, and regardless of the little girl's reaction, she stood up, took out the car keys from the drawer, turned and left.

She thought the little girl would stop her, but she didn't want to. She walked all the way to the gate, but the little girl didn't respond.

When Wen Yuran opened the door, he paused.

"Wen Yuran, I'll be waiting for you at home." The little girl's sweet voice came from behind.

The voice was bewitching, and it penetrated into the bottom of my heart. Wen Yuran paused for a few seconds, and after a long time, he opened the door as if awakened, said goodbye hastily, and walked out quickly as if fleeing.

The author has something to say: Thank you Zhong Yanji for the deep-water torpedo!