Because I didn't have a painful night's insomnia, my feelings about falling out of love seemed to be completely reduced, and I even felt a little regretful. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I told a ghost about this abnormality one day (oh no, he was already somebody).

Someone was silent for a while, then tilted his head to look at me and knocked me on the head.

"So, it's right for me to call you a pig's head, no heart and no lungs. ”

Why is it that no matter if you are a ghost or a human, you treat your girlfriend so roughly?

I touched my head a little depressed, I was very dissatisfied with his refusal to correct my name, and of course I didn't agree with what he said, but I was very narcissistic and felt that I must have felt that even after falling asleep, my sensory organs were more sensitive than others, and I felt him come back in my sleep, so I could sleep with peace of mind, and sleep sweetly.

Of course, I didn't know until the next morning that the boss was back.

The nose is itchy, and cool, then the forehead, then the cheeks, and then to the ears, like a cool summer breeze, very comfortable and refreshing, I still close my eyes, and I can't help but smile comfortably.

Yes, it's summer, but where does this cool breeze come from?

I was just about to open my eyes when I heard a familiar voice whispering in my ear: "Hey, lazy pig, it's time to get up and run." ”

Who wants to get up and run what they do? I muttered to myself, rolled over, and waved my hand casually, trying to get rid of the buzzing bees that disturbed my sleep.

I heard a chuckle.

My confused head suddenly woke up, my eyes opened, and I sat up with a whoosh.

I stared in disbelief at the handsome face that was sitting next to me at the moment, smiling at me, and myself, in my bed in the villa of Xilin Hills.

Am I not awake and still dreaming?

I slapped my hand my face, and ouch, it hurt, and it was a little numb.

It's not even a dream!

"Pig's head, even if you want to slap your face, you don't need to use so much force, oops, it's all red, come, I'll give you an ice compress." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and touched my face where I had just patted it, and suddenly a cool touch fell on my face, and the pain and numbness quickly disappeared.

I stared at this handsome face that was almost close to mine, and lost my mind for two minutes before I finally realized that this person in front of me, oh no, it was this ghost, he was real, not in my dream.

A burst of fire suddenly burst into my head, and it burned more and more violently, and I remembered exactly what had happened yesterday when this guy had left, and how much I shouted and was anxious, and he didn't come out, and I felt that the anger that had risen in my heart must have burned red the eyes that I were glaring at him now.

I waved my hand hard, trying to remove the hand he had placed on my face.

"Who wants you to ice, who are you? I don't know you!"

Well, I didn't succeed in waving his hand at all, my waving hand just passed through his arm and his body.

I watched in embarrassment as my hand just drew an arc in the air without resistance, and then held it up in the air, neither up nor down.

I put my hand down in annoyance, glared at him again through gritted teeth, and then simply closed my eyes, continued to lie down, and turned my back to him.