monopolize her

Wen Yuran stayed in the bathroom for a while.

She didn't know what she was hesitating about, she just didn't dare to go out simply.

The dark thoughts and imaginations are woven into a picture, and in the center of the picture is the white and slender hand of the little girl.

Wen Yuran looked at her reddened cheeks in the mirror, turned on the faucet, and poured cold water on it several times. After it almost cooled down, she walked to the door and opened it hesitantly.

The little girl is not at the door.

Wen Yuran breathed a sigh of relief, went to the balcony to dry the towels, and then walked back with slippers on.

On the way back, Wen Yuran passed by the guest room and found that the door of the guest room was closed.

The little girl should be asleep.

Wen Yuran felt relieved, and slowly walked into his bedroom.

"Clap."

The lights are on.

Wen Yuran was a little uncomfortable with the sudden light, she half-covered her eyes, moved to the bed, and sat down.

what……?

Wen Yuran vaguely felt something was wrong, she turned her head and met a pair of dark eyes.

little girl?

Wen Yuran was so frightened that she stood up all of a sudden, she stepped back hastily, and took a breath trembling.

"Why are you here? Didn't you let you sleep in the guest room?" Wen Yuran calmed down a little and asked in a calm tone.

"Isn't this the guest room?" Ning An said in a slightly surprised tone, "Then I might have gone to the wrong room."

Wrong room...

Hearing this answer, Wen Yuran's mouth twitched slightly.

Really can talk.

Of course she knew what the little girl was thinking, the motives and intentions of the little girl's behavior were clearly revealed.

Wen Yuran took a few steps back, she was a little scared, afraid that she would not be able to restrain the string in her head, she would sink into it with a plop, and would not be able to get out.

The lights are very white.

The little girl's shoulders exposed outside the quilt are also very white.

Wen Yuran looked away and looked at the bright wall on the left, with the image of fair skin still remaining in his sight.

"You go to the guest room." Wen Yuran said, looking at the wall.

"But I'm already lying down, it's so cold outside the quilt, I don't want to move." After the little girl said softly, the ending sound was soft.

"Get out." Wen Yuran repeated again, but his tone was not so tough anymore.

"No."

Wen Yuran took a deep breath and said, "Then I'll go out."

After finishing speaking, she turned and walked out the door.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past Wen Yuran's cheek with a slight coolness, and Wen Yuran flinched.

"Boom."

A very soft sound.

The door is closed.

Wen Yuran held the doorknob and turned it twice, but it couldn't be opened.

"What's the matter with the door?" Wen Yuran turned around and looked at the little girl.

"It's windy, blow it off."

"You..." What Wen Yuran was thinking, the words of accusation had come to his lips, but he didn't say anything.

Finally, Wen Yuran slowed down his tone: "Open the door."

"I really don't know why the door was closed." The little girl's eyes were bright, full of innocence.

Wen Yuran was speechless.

"You just sleep here..."

As he said that, Ning An moved his body slightly, the soft curves of his shoulder blades were exposed from under the quilt, and the white sling clinging to the skin of his shoulders, it dazzled his eyes especially under the light.

"Okay?" Ning An softened his voice, his eyes were full of light.

Wen Yuran looked into those eyes, for some reason, he forgot to speak.

"I can sleep here, don't mess around." Wen Yuran compromised.

"Okay." The little girl laughed.

The eyebrows are curved, and a smile seems to overflow from the tip of the curled eyelashes.

Wen Yuran hadn't seen the little girl smile like this for a long time, and was distracted for a while.

After a while, she slowed down and walked to the bed.

"Move over there." Wen Yuran said.

The little girl moved a little there, really only a little.

Wen Yuran held back his emotions: "Move a little more over there."

The little girl moved a little further there.

Almost freed up a sleeping position.

Wen Yuran breathed a sigh of relief and lay down.

"pat"

She turned off the light.

The bedroom suddenly became dark, Wen Yuran adjusted his sleeping position, facing away from the little girl.

The field of vision is darkened, the vision is deprived, and other perceptions are particularly obvious.

Wen Yuran heard the sound of fabric being rubbed, and the little girl seemed to move this way.

What does the little girl want to do?

A string in Wen Yuran's mind was tense, and her heart was beating like a thunderous drum beside her ears. She suppressed her breathing, and there was a faint expectation in her heart.

Then, she felt a tickle in her waist.

It seems that there are hands wrapped around it.

Wen Yuran moved, but did not move away.

So be it.

Wen Yuran didn't struggle anymore, just let the little girl hug her, and slept comfortably.

But within a few seconds, the hands started to move wildly.

"Don't move..." Wen Yuran turned around on his arms, frowned and said to the little girl.

Before he finished speaking, his lips felt cold.

It's a little girl's kiss.

Before Wen Yuran could react, the cold breath had invaded his mouth.This time, the little girl was already very familiar with her skills, and there was absolutely no chance for Wen Yuran to relax, and Wen Yuran had difficulty breathing after being kissed.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Wen Yuran was a little out of breath, her ears were filled with loud heartbeats, her earlobes were terribly hot, and the tender touch of the little girl's skin remained on her fingertips.

A voice was screaming in her head, clamoring for her to go on.

continue.

continue.

In the darkness, the little girl's eyes were deep.

Wen Yuran recognized such eyes.

She thought that her eyes might be no different from that of the little girl.

Wen Yuran lowered his head and kissed the little girl's face.

This time she didn't drink.

The next day, when Wen Yuran woke up, his side was empty.

Not only is the backache not getting better, it seems to be getting worse.

and many more……

no...

She remembered that the little girl from the beginning was still down there, so why later...

Wen Yuran supported his head and reflected for half a minute, then looked at the empty bed sheet beside him.

She reached out to check the temperature on the sheet.

Sheets were cold.

The little girl must have been awake for a long time.

Wen Yuran breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the clock, got up and got out of bed.Halfway through getting out of bed, she suddenly realized something was wrong——

The little girl was already cold.You can't use the temperature of the sheets to judge when the little girl wakes up.

Thinking of this, Wen Yuran felt a little funny.

After a few seconds, the laugh was over.

The curvature of the corners of Wen Yuran's mouth receded little by little, the temperature in his eyes gradually cooled down, and he sank into the bottom of the sea together with his relaxed mood in the morning, disappearing without a trace.

——The little girl is a ghost.

This sentence suddenly appeared in my mind, and I couldn't get rid of it.

After getting out of bed, Wen Yuran walked out of the bedroom.

"You're awake, there's breakfast on the table." Ning An sat on the sofa in the living room and pointed to the dining room.

"Thank you...thank you." Wen Yuran thanked him, walked to the table and sat down.

The breakfast is noodles, the taste and heat are just right, it seems to be ordered according to the time when she wakes up.

A slight warmth lingered up, accompanied by a bit of inexplicable panic.

Can't go on like this.

she thought.

If this continues, she will get used to the existence of the little girl.

Wen Yuran was really afraid, what would he do if he couldn't leave the little girl one day?

The little girl is a ghost, if one day she dissipates or is reincarnated, can she bear it?

Can't sink in.

If you sink...you can't get out...

Let's find a chance to have a good talk with the little girl.

The noodles were finished soon, Wen Yuran wiped his mouth, got up and went to the living room, and stood in front of the little girl.

"I want to talk to you."

"Okay." Ning An nodded.

Wen Yuran said, "Aren't you going to school?"

The little girl didn't speak.

"Although I don't know the cause of your death, it is a good thing to return to the world and live a normal life. Why don't you go to school?"

"Okay, I'm going to school."

Seeing the little girl's obedient appearance, Wen Yuran almost thought that the little girl would agree to whatever he said.

then you……

So can you leave my house?

Wen Yuran originally wanted to ask this question, but suddenly couldn't ask it.

Forget it.

talk later.

Ning An raised his head: "Wen Yuran."

"Ah."

"Are you going to work today?"

Wen Yuran thought for a while and said, "Go."

"When do you leave work?"

"Six o'clock."

"Then can you pick me up from school? Let's go home together." Ning An looked at her calmly.

Those eyes seemed to light up in the dead darkness, firmly grasping the last thing.

"……it is good."

Wen Yuran didn't understand why she agreed, but when she realized it, the word "good" had already been said.

At once……

Let's do it first.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the deep-water torpedo who drank coffee together!