Dark Marriage: Sleeping with Ghosts

The door is made of wood and painted with black paint. The black matte matches the overall structure, giving people a solemn and solemn feeling. Wang Lin supported the door frame and led Zhao Xining in.

The old man at the door left, Wang Lin let go of Zhao Xining's hand, poured a cup of tea to satisfy his hunger, and drank two cups of water before Wang Lin put down the cup and looked at the room.

On the right hand side of the door, there is a book case in front of the window. Behind the book case, the bookshelf stands against the wall. There is a calligraphy and painting on the wall. There are several scrolls in the painting jar next to the book case. Two emerald green potted plants.

The cherry-colored curtain on the left hand side was lowered and swayed slightly. Inside was a big bed, and a dressing table was next to the window. The more Wang Lin looked at this scene, the more familiar she seemed, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

Looking vaguely through the curtain, it seems that there is a person lying on the bed.

Wang Lin put the cup on the table, led Zhao Xining and walked over, lifted the curtain with one hand, the more familiar the feeling of seeing this big bed, the more answers came to her mind.

Since this is Xi Ning's boudoir, why would someone sleep here?

Wang Lin stepped forward and saw clearly the appearance of the person lying flat on the bed, her eyes widened suddenly, and she looked back at Zhao Xining who was quietly following behind her with an expression of disbelief.

The person on the bed, Wang Lin's outstretched hand trembled slightly, and gently placed it on the white forehead of the person on the bed, it was warm and cool, and the feeling of touching it was real.

is alive!

Wang Lin remembered!

She remembered why this place felt familiar. This was the room in the dream, and the person on the bed was the girl she saw in the dream.

It was the same clothes in the dream, the same makeup in the dream, and the same stunning beauty in the dream. At this time, it was as peaceful and serene as if he was asleep, with his hands in front of his body.

"Xining, this is what you look like here? It's so beautiful..."

Wang Lin admired, and looked back at Zhao Xining, only to find that Zhao Xining's calm face suddenly changed, her brows were slightly frowned as if she was confused, her lowered eyelids were gradually lifted, and the confusion and ignorance in her eyes were withdrawn bit by bit.

In the end, she stared at Wang Lin with a piercing chill in her eyes.

Withdrawing her hand, Zhao Xining grabbed Wang Lin's wrist, and her face became ferocious.

Did she know something?

Wang Lin's heart was pounding and she felt guilty, "Xi Ning..."

Suddenly Wang Lin had a ghostly expression on her face, and Zhao Xining's translucent body began to turn into white spots of light at a visible speed, but she herself seemed to have no feeling at all, still staring at her fiercely, her voice almost It was squeezed from between the teeth, full of threats and orders.

"Don't go"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Lin watched as her whole body turned into white light spots, flying towards the person lying on the bed. As the light spots fell on her body, the person on the bed gradually became better, his face was rosy, and he breathed loudly. It is also gradually stable and strong.

Looking at the girl lying on the bed in full dress, her hands were empty, for some reason, Wang Lin felt a faint indescribable loss in her heart.

She in white clothes and black hair, pale and weak, still belongs to her alone, but lying on the bed with gorgeous clothes, delicate makeup and breathing, she is the prostitute daughter of the Zhao family, Zhao Xining who belongs to the Zhao family.

Wang Lin knelt and sat on the bed step slowly, holding the wooden support beside the bed with her ten fingers, her forehead pressed against the brocade quilt, her shoulders trembled slightly, and a low sob came out.

It wasn't until this time that she truly felt that this person didn't belong to her, and this sour feeling of powerlessness surged up densely...

"Miss Madam" the old man held a red cloth bag in both hands, followed by a girl carrying a food box. The girl took out the meals and placed them on the table. The old man bowed and stood in front of the gently fluttering curtain, "Old man The villain of life will send this to the young lady, and let the lady keep it safe."

Wang Lin wiped away the fine tears on her face before turning her head. It was the cloth bag containing the wedding dress. Remembering that her box was still left outside the Zhao residence, "Where are my other things?"

"The old woman said that those vulgar things will not be needed in the future, so there is no need to bring them in"

Wang Lin didn't speak. The old man put the cloth bag on the stool beside him. At this time, the girl had already taken out all the dishes and stood there with her food box lowered. Tired, the villain has already had soup prepared, after lunch, you can take a bath and rest."

"Thank you"

"The villain will leave first"

Wang Lin has no appetite, but her stomach is so hungry that it's almost knotted. The food is very homely, but it can be seen that it has been carefully considered. It is light and refreshing, which is suitable for her to eat now.

After Wang Lin finished eating, she put down her chopsticks and regained her energy. She poured a glass of water and took a sip. A girl's voice sounded outside the door, "Miss Madam, my servant is waiting for you to take a bath."

Wang Lin didn't know that the girl was still outside.

The girl came in with a food box and put away the plates. Wang Lin helped to put two plates in. Seeing this, the girl was shocked and knelt on the ground with her forehead on the ground, trembling all over.

"What are you doing?!" Wang Lin was startled and hurried to help her, but she kept hiding, like a snake or a scorpion.

Thinking of what she saw and heard all the way in, Wang Lin seemed to understand something, her face gradually became expressionless, she stood up and took two steps back, away from her and the round table, and sighed softly, "Clean up, I will take a bath"

As if being pardoned, the girl stood up in a panic, packed up the dishes, and bowed backwards with the food box in hand.

After a while, the girl came back again, stood shivering at the door, and said in a childish voice, "Miss Madam, I will take you to take a bath."

The shower is in the east wing. The layout of the wing is simpler than that of the master bedroom, but it has everything you need. The wooden barrel is used for bathing. The wooden barrel is not painted black, but the original color of the wood.

The clothes the girl prepared for her were the clothes they wore here. When Wang Lin was about to take off her clothes, she found that the girl was still there, and seemed to want to come up and undress her.

Wang Lin opened her mouth to let her go out, but in the end she just let it go. She lowered her head and took off her clothes and went into the bathtub. The girl stood aside and wanted to come up to serve her but dared not, looking very uneasy.

I haven't been able to take a good shower these days on the road.

"You can help me rub my back." Wang Lin lay on the bathtub, leaning her head on her hands.

After taking a bath, her whole body lightened. Wang Lin barely put on her underwear and middle jacket. She really didn't know how to wear the rest. She looked at the girl who had been secretly watching her with an uneasy expression on her face, and said, "You come here. Help"

The girl only reached her chest, and quickly helped her put on the outer clothes. Wang Lin patted her on the top of the head in gratitude, not looking at her frightened expression, Wang Lin stood in front of the bronze mirror and turned around.

The person in the mirror had loose hair and a water-blue long-sleeved dress, which looked like her, but it made her feel a little strange.

Wang Lin tied up her wet hair.

This dress is very nice, but it is a little different from Zhao Xining's. Wang Lin thinks it may be because of her different age.

It was the first time Wang Lin felt uncomfortable wearing it, and she also found it strange that on this June day, she didn't feel hot even though the inner and outer layers were airtight.

Wang Lin went to the master bedroom to look at Zhao Xining, saw that she was sleeping peacefully, and came back to the wing room.

This room seemed to be prepared just for her. The high bed warmed the pillow, and the scented sleeping aids were lit in the room, which made Wang Lin, who was a bit of a bed believer, feel impeccable.

Four days without a sound sleep, Wang Lin fell into a deep sleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.