It is said that he had a sweetheart during his lifetime, but he had no heirs.

If he really had a sweetheart, he would never have imagined that the ghost after death fell in love with Feng Jingyun.

In general, Yun has a baby, and although he lost the child is not his, he is also very happy.

He didn't dare to ...... Delusional about what to do with her.

She was really tired, Feng Jingyun was so sleepy, and when she saw Murong Qing's clear pupils, she said uneasily, "Don't see Jun Youqi, and don't be found by him." He's the kind of person who can hurt me so much even when he says he loves me. For friends...... He must be able to ...... Lost conscience. ”

"I thought about it, too." He said, "I'll take it to heart." But I really don't want Jun Youqi to kill him, because he has a feeling in his dark that before his death, he must have been Jun Youqi's best friend.

"That's good." She closed her eyes.

The sound of even breathing came, and he looked over with a serene gaze, she was really tired after falling asleep so soon.

Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly like butterfly wings, and the red lips under the bridge of her nose were not as rosy as usual, probably because of poisoning, and her entire complexion was slightly pale, which looked extraordinarily weak, which aroused his quiet heart and was full of protection.

Transparent and slender fingers ran over her waterfall hair on the pillow, her hair so soft and delicate, smoother than the finest satin.

When she fell asleep, she didn't have the usual coldness, and she didn't have the alienation that rejected people thousands of miles away, but made him want to be close.

The more I looked at her, the more I felt infinitely tempting.

His heart pounded.

The heart, which was as quiet as clear water, beat suddenly.

Staring at her beautiful sleeping face, he unconsciously leaned over, wanting to kiss her cherry lips, when he was about to stick her lips, only a piece of tissue paper was far away, feeling her warm snort sprayed between his nose and lips, the light warmth, and let him come to his senses again.

He sat up straight in shame and raised his hand to touch the heart of his chest,

His heart beats fast, but unfortunately he has no substance, his heart beats, but there is no sound that his heart should have.

The rain was pouring down outside the window, and it was not yet evening, and the sky was completely dark.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he couldn't help but reach out and try to caress her white and immaculate face, but finally froze again, got up and floated to the window, trying to get away from her.

Yin and Yang are mutually reinforcing and mutually restrictive, ghosts belong to yin things, and ghosts retreat when yang energy is heavy.

She was injured, her yang qi was weak, and if he was near her for a long time, the ghost's yin qi would be too heavy. will make her aura flourish and decay, and she will be haunted by bad luck at the least, lingering on the sickbed at the worst, or even dying......

If it was for her good, he should have left.

But he was too nostalgic and admired for her, and he didn't want to leave.

Of course, even if she leaves, it will not be now, and it will not be the time for her to get hurt. As long as she needs him, he is still conscious, and he will definitely protect her.

Even if she is in good health, knowing that staying will harm her, he still won't leave.

It's okay to say he's cheeky.

He really just wanted to protect her silently.

Regardless of his identity before his death, he is now a ghost, with nothing, and even his memories are only two thin fragments. And he didn't want anything, she ......

It's everything to him.

Transparent ghosts floated by the window, and long transparent ghosts waited quietly.