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Yan Rong, who was fiddling with hands and feet, turned his eyes violently, quickly covered the clothes of the man in his arms, and looked into the living room.
He Qing didn't know why he stopped. He covered his clothes, followed by his moist eyes, and met Yan Ze's eyes full of surprise.
The man panicked immediately, and subconsciously reached out his hand to block Yan Rong.
"Ah Qing, what are you doing on the balcony?"
Yan Ze didn't see Yan Rong's soul, he frowned slightly, and looked at He Qing whose shirt was fully unbuttoned and was only holding his clothes with his hands.
He Qing is still flustered now, but seeing that Yan Ze didn't have any extra expressions, he felt relieved, and under the ups and downs, his body almost didn't limp and collapsed. Fortunately, the ghost staring at Yan Ze with sinister eyes was helping him stopped him.
"I have nothing to do."
The man stood up stiffly, clasping his clothes tightly with his hands, "You came to see me for something?"
"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask you if you want to go out to eat together tonight. Seeing that your door was open, I came in directly."
Yan Ze was just dazed for a while, and a gentle look appeared on his face again, but his eyes kept turning around the slightly blushing man.
He turned sideways, buttoning his shirt with a pair of slender hands, his fair face, which was always like an ice sculpture, was now stained with a thin red, and even his gaze seemed to be full of water.
This is very wrong.
The words he heard in the company before appeared in Yan Ze's mind, even though he had been thinking about it for a long time, his face remained calm.
He smiled gently as before, but he was probing, "When I came in just now, I seemed to hear who you were talking to?"
After asking, Yan Ze stared at He Qing without blinking, and sure enough, he saw a flash of panic in his beautiful eyes, and quickly disappeared without a trace.
"No."
The man's ending sound was slightly higher than before, but he didn't notice it, "I'm the only one."
"Then it seems that I heard wrong."
Yan Ze didn't continue to ask questions, but his doubts took root in his heart.
He has always been good at disguising, even if he wanted to find out the reason for He Qing's abnormality at this moment, he still endured it, teasing like an ordinary friend, "I've been here for so long, why don't you serve me a cup of tea? "
He Qing's face turned red slightly, he clasped his clothes tightly, and his voice returned to calm and indifferent, "I'll go soak you."
After the man finished speaking, he went out from the balcony door, and the moment he passed Yan Ze, a gust of cold wind blew away He Qing's collar that was tightly attached to his skin, revealing a large area of ??ambiguity underneath.
Both of them shivered from the cold wind, and Yan Ze's eyes were fixed on the marks that could be seen as being bitten by someone.
He usually finds someone to relieve him when he is stressed, and he is very familiar with this kind of marks, but he never thought that these hickey marks would appear on He Qing, who has always kept himself clean.
Before he had time to think, Yan Ze pulled the man out. Seeing that he was frowning and trying to get away, he asked him in a voice almost hurriedly, "Ah Qing, what's the matter with you?"
Feeling a pair of cold hands caressing the back of the neck ambiguously, He Qing even heard a cold mockery. He grabbed the shirt with one hand, and with the other hand, put the collar that was lifted by Yan Rong again. go back.
"Nothing to do with you."
The cold answer, like an ice pick, pierced Yan Ze's heart hard.
Has nothing to do with him?
He has been chasing He Qing for five years, and he obviously can further study, but he insisted on coming to the company with him. He usually asks about his relatives, but when He Qing has something to do, he goes straight to it without saying anything. Now he says, it has nothing to do with him?
"You go and sit down, I'll go to the kitchen to make tea."
He Qing didn't seem to notice Yan Ze's ugly expression at all, so he said something lightly and went straight to the kitchen.
Yan Ze's mind was in a trance, and he didn't notice that the man's steps were weak at all, and his walking was obviously stiff.
Of course all this is because of the ghost hanging on him.
He Qing took out the tea leaves from the cabinet and made tea quietly. Yan Rong hugged him from behind and whispered in his ear with a pleasant voice, "Did you see his ugly face? It's really relieved."
Concerned about Yan Ze in the living room, the man lowered his eyes, not intending to answer the ghost behind him.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Rong's cheerful expression suddenly sank. He frowned and asked coldly, "Is it because of that smiling tiger that you didn't talk to me?"
The white fingers that were sprinkling the tea paused, He Qing lowered his eyes?
He walked over slowly, no matter what he was thinking in his heart, his face was still as usual.
Glancing at the censer, it was heavy with incense ash. It looked like it had been worshiped for at least ten days.
It has only been five days since he woke up, which means that He Qing has been planning this matter from the very beginning.
There is something deeper, but Yan Rong doesn't want to think about it anymore.
"How did you meet it?"
He Qing's hand holding Xiang trembled, his beautiful eyes fixed on the bottle, his voice fluctuated, "It's a classmate."
"Oh, childhood sweetheart." Yan Rong sneered disdainfully, obviously showing disdain, but continued to ask as if masochistic.
"It likes you too?"
"No." The man who had been facing the ghost in silence had to answer all the questions at this moment. He didn't look back, and his voice faintly reached Yan Rong's ears.
"He likes girls."
"Besides, I hate men."
"oh¡¡"
Hearing this, the ghost became excited for some reason, and it was no longer as strange as before, "Then how did it die?"
He Qing slowly inserted the last stick of incense into the incense burner, with a bit of hatred in his eyes, "I was killed by someone."
"Is it so miserable? It's a fight with me." I don't know if it's too boring, Yan Rong chuckled and said, "I was also killed by others? By you and Yan Ze, Teaming up to kill."
The man stood stiffly in front of the incense burner, his voice was light and ethereal, as if in a dream, "Don't worry, you will be free in twenty-five days."
"So what if I'm free."
Yan Rong yawned, and said indifferently, "Didn't you notice? Except you, they can't see me, hear me, or feel me. Even after twenty-five days, I can go out, except for you. Float, what else can you do?"
After he finished speaking, a trace of cunning flashed across his eyes, and he asked He Qing in a clich¨¦, "Mr. He, since you know how to trap me, do you know how to let me meet someone?"
He Qing turned around, the expression in her beautiful eyes was still calm, and she still looked dead, "I don't know."
"Your task is to stay here for twenty-five days."
The ghost who had been talking with him all the time suddenly darkened his face, he smiled coldly, and a sinister voice sounded.
"You know? I really hate you for being like this. You are always supercilious, like you don't care about anything."
"When I was in the company before, I was thinking how fun it would be to take off your iceberg face"
With a cold smile, Yan Rong came to the man's side, and his hand slipped behind his back little by little.
Seeing his Adam's apple rolling up and down, trying to restrain himself, a trace of complacency flashed in his eyes, and he said half-truthfully, "Your body is so smooth and tender, even after waiting for twenty-five days, I guess I don't want to leave."
"He Qing"
The ghost lay on the man's shoulders, wrapped his hands around him, and trapped He Qing in the cold embrace. He squinted his eyes and suggested softly, "How about this, I will always be by your side, and we will be a ghost couple, why not?" Sample?"
He Qing turned his back to him, Yan Rong couldn't see his eyes suddenly lowered as if trying to cover something, but could only hear the man's cold rejection.
"impossible."
The ghost's pale face darkened.
His abilities seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, but with a thought, the temperature of the whole house dropped. The man in his arms was so cold that he couldn't help shivering, but he still held on and didn't make a sound.
"Okay!" Yan Rong was very angry, although he didn't know where this anger came from.
He lowered his head, bit the man's small earlobe, exerted force on purpose, as if threatening, and asked him in a low voice, "Are you going to wait until I'm gone, and give it to your old lover, ah, no, to that one Are lonely ghosts vacating the place?"
The man didn't answer, and he didn't mind. He lowered his hands and let out a chuckle, but his eyes were cold.
"You are dreaming!"
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