Fox Demon and Ghost

That night, after the rain stopped, the ghost floated to the Ming River, found a somewhat friendly ghost to help him manage the river, and then hurried back to the cave.

The two spent the night in the cave.

In the early morning of the next day, the ghost opened his eyes, his eyes were sleepy, and then he was horrified to find that he was actually snuggling up to the woman's side at this moment.

I don't know how I fell asleep on someone else, and how long did I rely on it?

The ghost straightened up hastily, while still reminiscing about this slightly absurd scene—however, it should be the red-clothed woman snuggling in his arms.

Angrily shaking his head, the ghost went to look at the sleeping face of the woman in red. Speaking of which, the sky was dark yesterday, and the facial features of the woman in red had not yet been seen clearly.The vermilion lips are still flooded with water, the nose is delicate and small, and the eyes are still smooth even though they are closed at this moment, so one can guess how breathtaking the eyes will be when they are opened. Sticking to the woman's white forehead, it looks like duckweed on the lake.

The ghost took a step forward, wanting to help the woman brush away the broken hair, but when he touched the woman with his fingertips, the finger missed and went straight through the woman's head.

Oh, I forgot, I'm just a phantom in the daytime, and I can't touch her.

The ghost stabilized his figure, squatting in front of the woman in red, his eyes swept over his chin, then his neck——

and many more!

Why does she have an Adam's apple? !

I didn't look carefully last night, but now that the sun is shining, I can see clearly that the beauty is actually a man!

The ghost seemed to be hit by a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and it took a long time to recover. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but he still had an Adam's apple. , the man suddenly opened his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes was the rare confused look when he first woke up from a big dream.

The ghost backed away subconsciously, muttering, "You... are you a man?"

The first reaction of the man in red was to be happy because of the ghost's closeness, and the corners of his lips rose, but he calmed down for a moment, and then quickly analyzed the current situation through a few actions of the ghost and a sentence——

Ghost Yeli was blind and thought he was a woman, so he agreed to marry him. Now that he finds out that he is a man, he might regret the marriage.

In the end, this realization caused the man in red to suddenly feel an unknown anger. The man in red managed to maintain a handsome smile on his face, but the smile lost its appeal and looked more like a fake smile, and his tone could not be restrained from changing. Shen, "Yes."

Ghost: "Then what did you say yesterday that you want to marry me?"

He really wants to regret the marriage.

The sight of the man in red seems to be wandering, but in fact, it finally landed on the ghost lightly. It is still the clear and clear voice of the boy when he first saw it, but there is a hint of bitterness, like the wind blowing in late autumn. , "Men and men can't get married?"

The ghost was silent, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

If the other party is a man, can his obsession be realized?

Seeing this, the man in red restrained his smile and narrowed his eyes, "What? Do you want to go back on your word?"

In fact, when he was silent just now, the ghost had been thinking a thousand times, and he already had the answer - in his obsession, the person who asked for marriage was not a woman, on the contrary, the man in red in front of him was the only one who moved his heart for many years. The one who made him regain his lust.

Because the ghost quickly accepted this fact, and heard the man in red's displeasure questioning, the ghost was afraid that his marriage that was about to be completed would turn into empty talk, so he quickly said: "No, no, I don't regret it."

Only then did the man in red smile with satisfaction, and he took the opportunity to hold the ghost's hand. This gesture of intimacy was natural for him, maybe it was out of habit, or maybe it was because of his dissolute nature, so he could be intimate with anyone casually.

But I found that I was just holding a ball of air, and my palm was empty.

Recalling the soft touch when I held the ghost's wrist yesterday, the man in red stared at his empty palm in bewilderment, and asked with a frown, "You... what's going on?"

The ghost rubbed his nose embarrassingly, "Ah, I only exist as a body when there is no sunlight."