[Korean Entertainment] My right hand is supernatural

morning.

Quan Zhilong, who woke up naturally after sleeping, opened his eyes and felt the light entering the room through the curtains. It seemed that it was getting late, so let's get up directly.

With his right hand propped on the bed and ready to get up, "Hey!" He let out a soft cry.

He clearly heard this whisper into his ears, it was obviously a soft and waxy female voice, but it made the hairs on Quan Zhilong's back stand on end.

He is clearly the only one in his room!

Maintaining the same posture stiffly for a while, without any new movement, Quan Zhilong heaved a sigh of relief.

It must have been an auditory hallucination just now, he thought to himself, he raised his right hand and gently patted the frightened little heart.

"Ouch, ouch."

The same female voice came to Quan Zhilong's ears at a closer distance. If it wasn't for the sunny day, Quan Zhilong felt that he might be directly frightened into a heart attack.

"Who is hitting me in the face?" There was dissatisfaction in the soft voice.

Nobody hit you in the face!No, I didn't slap you in the face, go find the person who slapped you and don't pester me!

"Why are you still covering my face?" The voice sounded again, full of doubts.

How do I know why your face is covered? !You're looking for the wrong person... Wait, the source of this sound seems to be...

Quan Zhilong suddenly raised his right hand that was covering his heart, and his eyes met a pair of clear and dark eyes.

"Ah! It hurts!" Two similar cries of pain overlapped.

Throwing his right hand violently, Quan Zhilong, who knocked on the corner of the bedside table, couldn't help but retract his right hand...and then throw it out again!

"Ah! Don't shake it anymore! My head hurts!" The female voice raised her voice and protested.

Quan Zhilong shook it more diligently, "I have no grievances with you, don't pester me! Go away! Go away! Go away!"

Unbearable roared: "If you dump me again, I won't leave!" Huh, finally stopped.

Quan Zhilong, who was fixed by a word, was so frightened.

"What's going on? Who are you?" Why can't I move my whole body except my face?Why has there been a feeling of being at the mercy of others since just now?

"I just want to ask who are you?! I'm sure I don't know you, why are you entangled with me?!" Quan Zhilong was very mad, and finally took a vacation, why the hell?

"Wrapped around you? I didn't..." The negative words came to an abrupt end, and she suddenly realized that something was wrong with her state.

The room suddenly fell into silence.

The ghost is gone?Feeling lucky, Quan Zhilong couldn't help but sneak a glance at the palm of his right hand that was stretched farthest by him.

Oh Mo, why is it still there.Quan Zhilong wants to cry but has no tears.

The stalemate continued for a while, and Quan Zhilong, who really couldn't stand the atmosphere, decided to stretch his head and shrink his head: "Tell me! How can I get away from me? As long as I can do it, I can promise you."

"Am I on you?"

"Nonsense!" Quan Zhilong, who was almost swearing, retracted his dissatisfaction in time, and the female ghost couldn't afford to offend, "Cough. I mean you are attached to my right hand right now."

"Attachment to the right hand?" Quan Zhilong's words were repeated in surprise, recalling the involuntary feeling just now, "Am I on your right hand now?"

"Yes! And only one face was exposed." Although he only saw that face for a few seconds, Quan Zhilong could still picture its appearance in his mind, with round eyes, a straight nose, pink Moist thin lips... It's a normal, pretty little face.

However, no matter how normal and beautiful it looks, it is still the face of a ghost!