After marrying evil, I can't leave

If it was only one-sided, Zhou Wu would not be so uncomfortable.

Being unilaterally coerced and unilaterally suppressed is not my own will.

But when he had the idea of ​​"dependence", everything changed.

The other party is a ghost, not a human, and even a human is a man.

Zhou Weiguo asked himself to quickly find someone to marry during the Spring Festival last year, preferably a rural girl, not an urban girl, because it is not easy to serve.

He also said that Zhou Wu didn't look like him, with a pretty face.But women like a little boy.

Although saying that doesn't respect the elders, Zhou Wu thinks he is an idiot.

But Zhou Wu couldn't erase the relationship between himself and the other party's blood.

Zhou Wu's mind was disturbed, and he couldn't catch a trace of things that could be cleared up and down. After a weekend of confusion, he still had to regain his energy and get on the right track.

As a social animal, he has to dedicate a lot of time to his work. He squeezes his time so that he has no time to think about these things.

After opening a new program in the station, many new faces were added. Zhou Wu buried himself and completely immersed himself in his work.

He frequently refused the ghost's touch, and even said less, appearing very silent, and often accepted the other party's touch unilaterally.

When I sleep, I follow the steps, holding hands, curling up into sushi, closing my eyes, and not looking at it.

Cultivate the habit of inserting the keyhole to open the door, pretending that there is no one at home, and complete the cleaning independently...

Just like a person.

But after all, under the same roof, ghosts follow Zhou Wu all the time

Always open the door before Zhou Wu opens the door, watch TV with Zhou Wu, let yourself choose the channel, hug Zhou Wu through the quilt after sleeping, and reach out to pass clothes to Zhou Wu when cleaning.

Even Zhou Wu refused.

Ever since the ghost disappeared that night, he has been very kind to Zhou Wu.

When he calmed down, Zhou Wu noticed something. The ghost seemed to understand his thoughts of escaping, and he was unwilling to give him the space to escape.

Why is this so, Zhou Wu thought with a broken heart.

Lying on the bed, holding each other's cold finger bones, Zhou Wu was planning something in his mind.

Thinking about it, his heartbeat accelerated, and it didn't calm down until the middle of the night-

The next day, when he got off work, he cruelly rejected Wu Yao's invitation to eat out and rushed to the vegetable market.

Purchasing ingredients and fast food, I carried all the bags, including a bottle of wine.

When he got home, the TV in the room was on, but there was the sound of water in the bathroom.

I stuffed everything into the refrigerator and took out a few to prepare today's meal.

He searched for recipes from the computer webpage, combined with the ingredients he bought, and started to cook a little bit in strict order.

After washing for 10 minutes, Zhou Wu's heart was in a state of confusion, and his hands didn't know how important it was, and the white radish that was about to be chunked was chopped into pieces.

The radish and pea sprout soup became radish candy.

The stove is full of leftovers in a mess, and the soup and water are spilled all over the place.

While Zhou Wu was dealing with these, he was chopping things in a hurry.

When the aroma of radish puree soup came out, the pea and sweet potato rice in the rice cooker was also steaming. The rice fragrance was mixed with the fragrance of peas and sweet potatoes, which made Zhou Wu relax a little.

Zhou Wu didn't burn the kitchen down for the first time, and when he served the dishes, he still looked decent.

It's just that the tomatoes were not peeled, and the radishes became puree.

Although I was mentally prepared, my face wrinkled into a small bitter gourd when I tasted the first bite.

Tomato scrambled eggs are too salty and have a mushy taste.

And why is the soup sour? The sour taste of the mashed radish in it made him shiver all over.

He must have used it wrong, mistaking the vinegar for soy sauce.

Why do tomato scrambled eggs smell like paste?And, how much is a little?

The rest, only the rice can be eaten, the peas are ripe, and the sweet potatoes are also ripe, the only thing that makes the hips stretch is the raw rice, which tastes bad.

Why is this again?

Zhou Wu fell into a deep confusion, and at the same time felt frustrated and useless, frowning and swallowing food.

Even the hard-to-swallow dishes were quickly stuffed into his mouth.

It was painful to eat.

There were still a few small red spots on the back of the hand holding the chopsticks, which were scalded by the oil that had just splashed out.

The water in the bathroom stopped, and the sound of door opening and footsteps came from inside, and Zhou Wu saw the ghost come out with a bath towel around his waist.

The pale body looks like a god of war, and every texture seems to be carved.

Zhou Wu didn't see clearly last time, but this time under the light, he could see clearly.

Except for the long scar beside the mermaid line, there are deep and shallow scars carved on his back, waist, arms and shoulders.

But at this moment, what Zhou Wu cared more about was that the bath towel around his waist was wet, his hair dripped down his body, onto the floor, and he walked out with watery ideas along the way.

Zhou Wu:!

He couldn't see the floor was wet.

"When the floor is wet, it will be covered with dust..." Zhou Wu ran over with a towel, wrapped his hair up and curled it around his head.

Because he has a lot of hair, and there is a big bag in it, Zhou Wu can only raise his hand to help him hold it.

He brought a hair dryer from the side: "Let me blow it for you..."

The hair dryer was humming, and the wet hair wrapped in the towel was saturated with water, and there was a faint glow under the light.

Zhou Wu's hands were sore, and his long hair was finally almost dry. He put away the hair dryer, and turned his head to find that his food was getting cold.

I ran to the bathroom to get a mop and mopped up all the water stains on the floor.

Bailiqi's gaze was always on Zhou Wu, following his gaze, he saw a bottle of wine and two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Wine, Zhou Wu bought wine.

After mopping the floor, Zhou Wu handed one of his pajamas to the ghost.

Bailiqi took it, and in front of Zhou Wu, tore off the bath towel from his waist. Seeing Zhou Wu's face turn red instantly, don't open your eyes.

Hell, putting on his pajamas, Zhou Wu frowned and stood where he was. It took him a long time to reach out and grab the opponent's hand.

He asked softly, "Do you want to drink?"

The heart in his chest was pounding, and it seemed that he had used all his courage to say this.

He is inviting.

The seconds of waiting for an answer felt like a century.

When Zhou Wu was thinking, what would he do if he didn't agree, would he not agree, would he...

The voice interrupted his thinking, and the ghost said, "Okay..."

Heart sank.

It was obviously his own plan, but when he knew that the ghost really only wanted his body, Zhou Wu still felt unspeakably sad.

Putting away the expression on his face, he raised his lips and raised his face: "I don't know your taste, but this wine is quite popular recently."

The two sat opposite each other, and Zhou Wu put a bag of peanuts he bought by the way into a small plate.

The glass was full of wine, and the pale wine was crystal clear.

Seeing that the other party didn't make a move, Zhou Wu moved the quilt to him with his fingertips: "Drink, it's delicious."

Seeing that there was still no movement from the ghost, Zhou Wu suddenly said, "Shall we come to drink at the bar?"

There was a flash of emotion in Bailiqi's eyes, Zhou Wu moved his stool to the other side, and then picked up the wine glass.

The strong arms and the bony and slender arms were entangled together, the cups collided lightly, and Zhou Wu drank the whole cup.

The liquid flows into the throat, with a sweet taste at first, followed by some spicy alcohol flavor.

It's so hard to drink.

He actually doesn't like drinking.

Zhou Wu twisted a peanut and put it in his mouth, the tip of his tongue softly swept over it, crunching and biting, like a white rabbit eating a vegetable leaf stalk.

He didn't move his food, Bailiqi put down his chopsticks after taking a bite, and didn't move again.

Zhou Wu was already a little hazy after several cups of food, he chuckled lightly and said, "Is it delicious?"

Bailiqi thought for a while and said, "Okay."

Zhou Wuxin said, it's a lie.

Seeing that he was fooled, Zhou Wu clearly felt that it was a lie, but he also felt that maybe he had tried it wrong before?

He picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup with suspicion. This time, he was so sour that tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Because he cooked the dishes himself, he was embarrassed to be angry, so he felt a little wronged.

Because his purpose was to get himself drunk, he kept trying to persuade him to drink.

Soon, Zhou Wu felt dizzy and couldn't get up while lying on the table. Then he suddenly thought of something and stumbled to his feet.

"I'm going to take a shower, wait for me." He walked in a faltering way, leaning against the wall and rubbing his way in.

Soon he was picked up by the force behind him and brought to the bathroom.

When he reached the bathroom door, Zhou Wu stopped, turned around, and pushed his hands on his shoulders, as if pushing against a wall: "I want to wash alone..."

This time, the ghost agreed.

The hot water was flushing, and the bathroom was filled with water mist. Zhou Wu lowered his head and closed his eyes, letting himself be completely wrapped in the showering hot water.

He washed himself slowly, little by little, the longer the better.

In this way, you have time to do mental construction for yourself.

His fingertips trembled, and he even touched a certain place with his hand, and then felt an indescribable discomfort.

The drunkenness gradually came up, and he couldn't wash for too long, and the feeling of being slightly drunk gradually made him drift off.

After taking a shower, Zhou Wu walked out wiggling his hair, and the body under the pure white pajamas exuded bursts of heat and steam.

The hot water burned his skin red.

After sitting on the edge of the sofa and drying his hair, he stretched out his hand to hold the ghost's cold hand, and dragged him slowly into the bedroom.

As soon as he lay down, the other side of the bed sank. One hand reached into the quilt to find Zhou Wu's wrist, and when he found it, he grabbed it.

Zhou Wu turned his head to look at Bailiqi, staring at his face, scrutinizing his handsome face.

His face is very beautiful, if it is not for his strong body, Zhou Wu thinks he looks like an ancient handsome man.

But he was covered with scars, and his aura was sharp, like a sharp sword.

But Zhou Wu suddenly sank down.

Indulging in the cold touch of the other party, and the possessive desire that is indifferent but only crazy for oneself.

Suddenly, he was a little scared. Although he was drunk, he knew what he was going to do now, and he was much more scared than when he didn't know.

His fingertips trembled slightly, he grabbed the other's finger, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Can't you... give up on me?"

"I don't know how to be considerate. I don't like you. If I don't drink, I won't..."

Zhou Wu paused for a moment, because he saw that Bailiqi was leaning on his head, the red in his eyes became extremely intense, and a faint mist was emitting from his whole body.

He seemed a little pissed.

"Don't you... only want my body?" The voice was hoarse, and the eyes were a little red.

Zhou Wu wanted to say that if so, he could give his body to the ghost and let his heart stay.

In this way, he can regard it as unilateral coercion...

It's despicable to be able to make excuses for yourself.

The ghost didn't answer, and looked straight at Zhou Wu. He was able to suppress his dark emotions that erupted.

Zhou Wu's eyes were already a little hazy, and he took the initiative to put the other hand under the quilt on the ghost's palm, and went up the arm to touch the other's throat.

He tilted his body slightly, and slowly approached the other party, as if sacrificing himself, raised his chin, bit on the other party's Adam's apple, and followed the curve all the way to his lips.

The ghost frowned, looked at the young man approaching, felt the warm heat touch his throat, and then the corners of his lips were warm.

The cold palm pinched Zhou Wu's chin, followed his emotions, and kissed his warm lips.

Very gentle and gentle.

But Zhou Wu felt that this kiss was cold and pathetic, he would feel nervous all over, and he couldn't feel the extreme tenderness and lingering at all.

He suddenly realized that he had been reluctant to accept the kiss before, but it made him tremble.So he realized that even if he was unwilling, it would be better than now, better than being so "not knowing the taste of food".

"Don't close your eyes, just look at me." The ghost let go of his lips and said.

Slowly opening his eyes, Zhou Wu saw that the ghost put his hand to his lips, kissed it gently, and moved upwards, stopping on his wrist.

Slowly pecking in circles, stopping at the pulse point, sticking to it.

He stared straight at Zhou Wu, and his eyes collided with each other.

Zhou Wu stared at him blankly, his heart was beating fast, but he couldn't see the other party's emotion.

Fingertips hooking each other's fingertips, Zhou Wu's eyes gradually clouded with water: "You... only like my body, right?"

Feeling drunk, Zhou Wu slammed into him, almost as if throwing himself into his arms, lying on the opponent's body.

His hands were on both sides of him, but because he couldn't do what he wanted, he could only lean crookedly.

The picture in front of the condescending eyes became blurred, and the tears in his eyes could not be held back. There was only one drop at first, and then it seemed to open a floodgate, and it dripped down one after another.

He reached out and wiped the wet face of the other party, and apologized repeatedly.

Bailiqi didn't care about these, but stared at Zhou Wu's face: "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Zhou Wu nodded indiscriminately, bent down, and pecked at Bailiqi's face jerky and indiscriminately.

For a while, the world in front of him was turned upside down. Before Zhou Wu could react, he was thrown to the other side of the bed by Bailiqi.

The blue hair hung down, and the ghost quickly exchanged the initiative with Zhou Wu. Zhou Wu raised his hands and grabbed his hair in a hurry, pulled him down, opened his mouth slightly, and wanted to kiss him.

However, his hands were covered and grabbed.

Zhou Wu was puzzled, and looked at him with red eyes, tears from the corners of his eyes made his temples wet

Baili Qiju looked down at the young man, tapped his fingertips on the corners of his eyes, and said coldly, "I know what you're thinking and what you want to do."

At these words, Zhou Wu's movements stopped for a moment.

The eyes looking at the pale face suddenly became foggy, unable to speak, his eyes were blurred, and tears flowed desperately to the side.

The alcohol made him in a hazy and dizzy state. If he was in a good mood, he would be excited, and when he was in a low mood, he would be extremely fragile.

He curled up on his side, hugged himself, said nothing, and wept quietly.

Bailiqi just watched him cry, then leaned down slightly, and bit his ear.

Zhou Wu suddenly turned around, stretched out his arm and hammered Bailiqi: "Why are you entangled with me, you, you..."

The figures of the two are quite different. Bailiqi wrapped Zhou Wu up, almost completely entangled, as if his fingers and toes were all entangled.

For Bailiqi, Zhou Wu was fragile, even his bones.

He didn't dare to use force, he was afraid that if he was not careful, he would break the opponent apart.

The hot breath hit the side of his neck, and it was so hot that it reached Bailiqi's heart.

Tears made Zhou Wu's face sticky, and his bangs were stuck to his forehead. He was a little tired from crying, and wanted to shake off the person on his body, but he couldn't shake it off.

"It's fine if you don't do it, let me go." Zhou Wu's voice was light and weak, and he lost his strength.

"You have to go to work and sleep." Bailiqi said.

Zhou Wu choked and replied intermittently: "Tomorrow, it's the weekend! Also, you hug me, it's cold."

Suddenly loosening his body, Bailiqi really let go, but soon, Zhou Wu felt that his body was wrapped in his own quilt.

Baili abandoned the quilt to wrap Zhou Wu around him, and hugged him through the quilt.

Zhou Wu was tired from crying, drowsy from drinking, and almost fell asleep.

He looked at Bailiqi's chin, and suddenly gnawed on it unexpectedly, as if to vent, but the next moment, Zhou Wu fell asleep with his head tilted.

The vigorous finger bones pinched his chin, leaving a few kisses on the corners of his mouth, and the fingertips of the other hand went into the hair at the back of his head, and gently stroked -

The sunlight outside the curtains scattered in, and the tip of his nose smelled a strong rice fragrance. Zhou Wu woke up dazedly and looked at the ceiling, a little dazed.

After the hangover, his head was dizzy, he reached out to touch the bedding beside him, it was cold, and there was no one there.

But there was a burst of "ton, ton, ton" cutting vegetables in my ears, full of rhythm.

Zhou Wu got up and walked towards the source of the sound.

The scene in front of him made him feel extremely realistic and magical.

Bailiqi was wearing his own apron, leaning sideways.

"Go out first, it's almost ready." Bailiqi said.

He didn't even turn his head, so he knew he was coming?

Zhou Wu sat down and waited, feeling a headache and rubbing his brows.

Baili gave up two hands and served three dishes, even dragging the bottom of the bowl without fear of being hot.

I bought untouched pumpkin, soft and rotten fish, and garlic spinach, but I didn't see any garlic in it.

Zhou Wu took out his chopsticks and took a sip, he was stunned, he murmured: "When did you learn to cook..."

Bailiqi said: "I will do it."

"Originally...?" Zhou Wu didn't react.

Zhou Wu's focus is all on these dishes, because they are all his favorite dishes.

He suddenly realized something, looked at Bailiqi, made himself look natural, and asked with a smile: "How do you know I like to eat these?"

"Observe." Bailiqi said: "You don't like meat, at least not recently. You prefer green vegetables. Although you don't like sweets, you like the sweetness brought by natural ingredients."

"I don't like to eat things that are too hard." Cool fingertips tapped Zhou Wu's cheek: "Because one of your big teeth is decayed."

Zhou Wu stared at him blankly, and the tip of his tongue couldn't help licking the decayed tooth.

He added: "You like to eat the leaves of vegetables, and you don't like onions, ginger, and garlic."

"But although you don't like to eat onions, ginger and garlic, you like Hunan and Sichuan dishes, but you will frown and pick them away when you eat them."

Zhou Wu opened his mouth to say something, but didn't say it.

With his fingertips, Baili abandoned Zhou Wu's bangs that were drooping down to cover his eyes, and continued: "It's not that you don't like sweets, but you just hate greasy food. I remember that in the takeaway you ordered half a month ago, there was a piece that said plant Dessert in a cream cup, you ate it happily."

"So the best meal is soft and rotten chicken, vegetables and fruits with natural sweetness, and green plants with many vegetable leaves."

Zhou Wu's heartbeat couldn't tell whether it was stagnant or beating wildly, and a warm current that had never been felt filled his heart.

It's like the blood circulating in the body is mixed with scalding hot water, starting from the left side of the heart, emitting heat, and transporting it to every pore of the body along the blood vessels.

Facts have proved that the physiological reaction when a person feels moved is highly overlapped with the physiological reaction when he is afraid.

He couldn't help but curled up his toes in the shoes, goosebumps couldn't stop bristling on his scalp, and there was a numbness from the soles of his feet that made people want to tremble uncontrollably.

When these emotions reached the cerebral cortex, Zhou Wu's eyes were already wet with a bit of stinging pain.

Bailiqi is proving that he is not just greedy for his body.