Suddenly, it was dark and the lights went out.

Yan Jingxi's heart tightened, and somehow, the ghost in red suddenly rushed into her brain.

There was a chill down her spine, and the darkness made her feel insecure at all.

Yan Jingxi's first reaction was to get her mobile phone, and she hurriedly wrapped a bath towel and went out.

Because the curtains were closed, it was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers.

Yan Jingxi groped cautiously, looking at the dark surroundings in fear, and the air seemed to be quiet enough to hear his own breathing.

"Bump." With a bang, Yan Jingxi mentioned the foot of the bed.

She leaned on the bed and touched the phone on the bedside table.

Suddenly, there was a silky coolness at the touch of his fingertips.

The cold, icy and piercing, touch-like human skin, and even the shape is like a human hand.

Ghost hands?!

Yan Jingxi's frightened eyes widened, hair grew on his back, and his nerves exploded instantly.

"Ahh She shouted, not knowing that she couldn't see anything in front of her, jumped out of bed and rushed towards the door in her memory.

All she heard was the sound of a ping-pong pong knocked over by herself.

She didn't care.

One last blow, his knee slammed into the door.

Yan Jingxi snorted, as if something had fallen at his feet, subconsciously thinking that a ghost was catching up, he didn't have time to feel the pain, and he didn't have time to think about what fell at his feet, so he groped for the handle of the door, and rushed out as if he was running for his life.

Lu Muqing heard the sound of ping-pong next door, turned over, pressed the bedside lamp, and found that the power was out.

He heard Yan Jingxi's panicked shout again, immediately got up, came out worriedly, looked at a vague shadow in the darkness, and shouted suspiciously: "Xiaoxi." ”

Yan Jingxi heard Lu Muqing's voice, his panicked eyes seemed to see the hope of life, and he didn't think much about it, and rushed towards the source of the voice.

"Lu Youran." She shouted in a panic, rushed into his arms, felt the person's body temperature, and immediately grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Lu Muqing wrapped his hand around her smooth back, protected her, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong, so panicked, what's going on?" ”

Yan Jingxi held his arm tightly, as if holding him hard, so that he would not be so afraid, with a frightened cry, his voice became a little lighter, and he said in a breath: "Lu Muqing, there is a ghost in my room." I just touched her hand, and it was cold, cold. ”

Lu Muqing didn't speak, staring at her vague silhouette.

Even in the dark, his eyes were like diamonds, glowing with a firm, unique and deep light.

"Xiaoxi, I don't believe in ghosts, you don't have to scare me." Lu Muqing said judgmentally.

Yan Jingxi saw that Lu Muqing didn't believe it, and was anxious, "I didn't lie to you, really, look, the lights are not on, and they are ......"

Before she could finish speaking, the lights suddenly came on.

The sight in front of him cleared.

The moment Lu Muqing saw Yan Jingxi clearly, his eyes tightened, and he was covered with a layer of enchanting intoxicating broken light, and there was a hot breath in his blood that rushed to his brain, and then flowed all over his body with the blood.

She was wearing no clothes, her snow-white and pink baby-like skin, and the blood stains on her wet hair slowly fell on her shoulders.

Under the beautiful collarbones are two perfectly erected, impossible to ignore snow balls, exuding the unique fragrance of a woman, and as she speaks, she jumps smartly.

Yan Jingxi felt that his expression was a little weird, and followed his gaze to his chest.

It was as if his mind had been bombarded with a machine gun, and his ears were red.

She immediately approached Lu Muqing's shirt, hugged his back, didn't let him see it, tightened her brows, and whispered, "Don't look." ”

When she spoke, she was unexpectedly soft, like Wu Nong whispering with shyness, soft like a feather brushing his heart.

She clinged to his pecs.

He couldn't see her body, but he could feel her standing up, rubbing against his shirt.

It's more of a body language invitation.

His Adam's apple rolled, his eyes deepened, and his voice was hoarse with some kind of longing, "You did it on purpose?" ”

Yan Jingxi shook his head, wanting to cry without tears.

She really didn't mean it!