Ghost Wedding at Midnight: My Adorable Ghost Husband

It seems that in our life, we have to sit on the wall of the entrance at this door, lean on the wall, and kiss each other obsessively, hooking each other's necks.

Smell each other's taste.

Rong Qi's kiss didn't have any special taste, but the cold calmed my sudden hot and impatient heart, which caused me to sink at a certain moment.

"Miaomiao..."

He closed his eyes, lingering in my teeth while forgetting to return, while whispering my name in a low voice, as though rubbing pain, crushing the sourness.

It was so thick on my heart.

His eager kiss moved from his lips to my ears, just when I thought he was going to end.

He suddenly hugged my shoulders tightly and pressed my head firmly against his cold neck fossa. He refused to let go.

Mouths are one by one in my ears, full of pain and depression, murmured.

"Miaomiao, Miaomiao...what am I doing wrong, you tell me, I can't change my line, don't alienate me like this, draw a line with me, cut me out of your world... Miaomiao, I'm here I have been sleeping under the ground for two hundred years. I'm so cold and lonely. This world is so big that only you are good to me. Now you don't even want me..."

Rong Qi said lowly as if his emotions were suddenly out of control, like helpless self-talk.

I heard it in my ears, and I just felt a shock in my heart. For a moment, it seemed that all my thoughts had been rushed by his words.

Rong Qi gave me mysterious feelings from beginning to end, sometimes obediently empathetic, and sometimes tyrannical deliberately right, but I never thought that he had been so dependent on me.

Because of a change in my mentality, he was so tangled in pain.

What do you ask me?

Then what should I do?

My Su Miao'er, what is it in your heart?

Compared with your souvenir, what am I?

A warm baby that you are cold and dragged over?

I took a deep breath and gave him a slight hug.

"Rong Qi..."

I don't know if it was because I kept a movement for too long and my legs were numb. I tried to get him up.

But I found that I still hugged my Rong Qi, my arms suddenly fell softly, and my head fell down. I hurriedly picked up his face, and found that his neck was as boneless as possible. Pulling.

"Rong Qi, what's wrong with you?"

His face was white, and his hands were cold.

I was in a coma, and a body was in a coma. I haven't encountered such a situation at all. It was anxious and distressing, and the tears rolled down one by one.

But there was no way, I had to get up, dragged, dragged with the straps, almost exerted all my strength to breastfeed, and then dragged up the dead Rong Qi.

When dragged to the living room, one of my feet was unguarded. I and Rong Qi's body fell again on the ground with a grunt. Although it didn't hurt much, it made me deflate.

It took a long time to get up again and grinned again, putting him in bed with his strap.

Unexpectedly, Rong Qi, in a coma, had just opened his eyes again.

I almost didn't get angry with him.

"You really wake up."

I didn’t wake up the previous moment, and I didn’t wake up the next moment, but I put you into bed with great effort, and then you woke up, and I was gasping for breath.

Probably I was too embarrassed, Rong Qi looked at me and smiled.

"You laugh a fart." I even got angry.