monopolize her

Wen Yuran's heart shrank suddenly. After all, a person suddenly appeared behind. This situation was a little scary. She took a deep breath, looked at the little girl's white nightdress, and slowly relaxed.

"you……"

Wen Yuran clasped the edge of the dining table with her fingers, pondering her words stiffly. She wanted to ask the little girl how long she had been watching, but she couldn't ask, so she just asked softly, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"It's only after nine o'clock." Ning An replied with his head tilted.

Perfect explanation.

Why do ordinary college students go to bed at nine o'clock?

Wen Yuran felt a little embarrassed, the scene of her eating was seen by the little girl, as if her mind had been uncovered, and it was brightly placed in the sun.

"I'll collect the bowl, don't stand here." Wen Yuran looked away and changed the subject.

"Then I'll help you." Ning An smiled sweetly.

Wen Yuran looked away, said "Yes", and didn't refuse again.

Next, the little girl walked up to her and cleaned up the dishes bit by bit, with light and smooth movements.

Bai Yingying's arm was dangling in front of Wen Yuran's eyes.

The swaying of that white and slender arm made Wen Yuran a little distracted, and by the time she realized it, the little girl had already put away all her things and went to the kitchen.

The sound of splashing water echoed in the kitchen.

Wen Yuran hadn't done anything when she just put away the bowls, so she couldn't help feeling a little bit sorry, so she walked into the kitchen.

"Let me do the dishes." Wen Yuran said.

Ning An turned around, stared at her for a while, and said, "Okay."

Then, Ning An stepped out to make room.

Since childhood, Wen Yuran has never cooked by himself, let alone washed dishes.She can't even use an automatic dishwasher.

Now, looking at the greasy tableware in the pool, she felt a little helpless.

The little girl was still watching from behind.

"You go to play elsewhere first, I'll finish washing later." Wen Yuran felt that the gaze behind her was a bit piercing, and wanted to dismiss the little girl.

Ning An didn't reply, nor did he move.

Just look at her like that.

Wen Yuran also lost the intention of chasing others, and lowered his head to start washing the dishes. It was the first time to wash the dishes, and there was a little girl watching behind him, making him even more flustered and flustered.

"Crack!"

Wen Yuran broke a bowl.Originally, the bowl was full of dish soap, and her hands were a little slippery. She was inexperienced and couldn't hold it firmly, so she accidentally dropped it.

"Let me wash it." Ning An said from behind.

Wen Yuran felt a little ashamed.

She looked at the glowing debris on the ground, took a deep breath, and said calmly: "It's okay, I was careless just now, I'll come and clean the dishes later."

2 minute later.

"Crack!"

Wen Yuran dropped the second bowl.

"Hands are shaking a little. This is the last time. I won't fall again." Wen Yuran explained without changing his expression.

5 minute later.

"Crack!"

Wen Yuran looked at the shattered plate on the ground and fell into deep thought.

"Wen Yuran, you come out first, I'll take care of it." Ning An's voice sounded from behind again.

Wen Yuran didn't say anything this time, carefully avoided the debris, walked out of the kitchen, and gave up the seat to the little girl.

She watched the little girl squat down and pick up the pieces bit by bit into the basket.

The atmosphere was indescribable, inexplicably warm, the orange light was sprinkled on the back of the little girl's neck, and the two black braids were softly wrapped around her neck.It's as if they were born to live under one roof like this.

This little girl doesn't look like a ghost at all.

It seems like just a person full of fireworks.

A person who is alive, alive, and good to her.

"It's done."

"Well, it's troublesome." Wen Yuran said in a light voice, "I'm going to take a bath."

After finishing speaking, Wen Yuran didn't know what he was running away from, so he walked quickly to the living room without looking back.

what happened?

Didn't I still firmly think about not going home an hour ago?

Why did I go home after only an hour, ate the little girl's meal, and was moved by an inexplicable emotion.

Simply absurd.

The little girl is a ghost.

The little girl is a ghost.

The little girl is a ghost.

Wen Yuran pressed the shower head against his forehead, let the dripping hot water slide down his cheeks, repeating this fact over and over in his heart.

The little girl is a ghost, they have nothing to get along with, impossible is impossible, don't think about what you shouldn't.She still has a family, and Ye Qinmian still expects her to marry a reliable wife back home.She only came back on impulse before, so she couldn't explain anything.

Wen Yuran laid out the reasons sentence by sentence, and told himself sentence by sentence, trying to engrave these thoughts into his mind, and tried his best to strengthen his unsteady will.

After taking a shower, Wen Yuran felt that he had almost calmed down.

She exhaled lightly, and habitually reached for the hook, but found nothing.

Wen Yuran froze for a moment.

Her bath towel... seems to be still on the balcony...

She acted in a hurry just now, she went into the bathroom without thinking too much, and forgot to take the bath towel...

Wen Yuran put his fingers deep into the hair and pressed the side of his head, his heart was in a mess.

"Ning An..." Wen Yuran called out the door.

next second.

"What's wrong?" The little girl's voice came from outside the bathroom door.

The sound is very close.

It's like... standing outside the door all the time...

This is really like something a little girl would do.

Wen Yuran's fingers trembled a little, she suppressed the faint fear, and said towards the door: "Help me get the towel, it's on the balcony."

Ning An responded with a low "Yes".

Wen Yuran stood alone under the warm lamp, without a wick, and with water droplets on his body, he felt a little chilly.

"I got the bath towel." Ning An's voice came in close to the door.

Wen Yuran's breathing became inexplicably tight.

There is only one door.

"Open the door and I'll pass it to you." The little girl spoke softly.

The voice is sweet, with a hint of hoarseness, and it is easy to think of other hints.

The current situation is too embarrassing, she can't get angry if she asks for the little girl, but those chaotic memories in the back of her mind flooded up again, Wen Yuran still has a little backache now.

"Open the door." The little girl's voice sounded again.

Wen Yuran suppressed those messy thoughts, picked up the changed clothes and simply covered them, then put his knees against the back of the door, took a deep breath, wrapped his fingers around the doorknob, pushed down, and opened the door a little .

Ning An's hand came in, with the towel hooked on his fingers.

The little girl's fingers were white, thin, and cool.

When Wen Yuran took the bath towel, he accidentally touched the little girl's fingertips, and she shivered with gratitude for the cold touch.

She quickly took the towel and put it on her body.

"Take your hand out, I want to close the door." Wen Yuran's voice was cold.

"Oh." The little girl responded in a low voice.

There was a sense of grievance in his voice.

Then, that hand really retracted inch by inch.

Wen Yuran quickly closed the door, her heart beating fast.She put on a bath towel, leaned her back against the door, and took a few small breaths, with lingering fear in her heart.

Half a minute passed.

Wen Yuran almost calmed down, took off the shower cap, put the pajamas on his body, faced the mirror, and applied some lotion.

She looked at the cold facial features and red earlobes in the mirror, and a small voice sounded in her head.

——The little girl... actually finished handing out the bath towel and left...

Wen Yuran didn't know whether she was glad or disappointed, she shook her head, and shook the strange voice out of her mind.