Chapter 19: This Ghost Is Really Sick 19

The cold aura behind him stopped for a moment, and then chased after it again.

Attached to Lorraine's back, it slowly moved.

"Hmm......" The mouth was broken open again, and the cold breath poured in again.

This time, he was menacing, became tough and domineering, did not allow him to evade resistance, pressed him fiercely between the futons, and violated him wantonly.

Then the hand went down again.

He took off his clothes and slipped between his legs.

Varying with various strengths, he rubbed slowly.

Lorraine was so cold that she shivered, but her eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she couldn't open them.

Somewhere below was pinched by that cold hand, and Lorraine didn't have time to gasp.

The cold finger that was slowly groping into it slowly and forcefully poked in, and the tearing pain made Lorraine snort softly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

His body was as heavy as a ghost pressing bed, and he couldn't move.

That finger didn't stop there, and when it entered it, it was immediately wrapped in the scorching temperature inside, and it was so comfortable that it made you want to sigh.

The cold finger stirred slowly in it, and the pain made Lorraine's eyes almost black.

Depend on!

What the hell is that bastard humiliating him?

"Let go of me!" He let out a loud cry and finally opened his eyes.

It's dawn.

A little light came in from outside.

Lorraine subconsciously raised his hand to block it, and only after getting used to it did he twist his head.

I found a slender figure standing by the window.

The man lowered his head, and in front of him stood a drawing board, and the small bangs brushed his forehead, and underneath it was a pair of beautiful eyes. Covered with long eyelashes.

His right hand was moving gently, as if he was drawing something.

The whole person is very quiet.

It's Wei Xuan.

He's drawing.

As if sensing Lorraine's gaze, the beautiful young man by the window raised his head, revealing a beautiful white face.

This raised face reflected the faint light outside the window, and it looked terrifyingly beautiful.

"Brother, you're awake." The boy spoke softly, as if he had a marshmallow in his mouth, sweet.

Lorraine was stunned for a moment, this Wei Xuan ...... Is it to switch back to that soft and cute personality?

"Well, when is it?" Lorraine answered, asked casually, then sat up and got out of bed.

The discomfort of his whole body made his walking posture a little weird.

The swelling and pain that has been entered by something somewhere in the lower body is very clear and hot.

Lorraine couldn't help but gasp.

Damn, was he entangled in something last night?

"Seven o'clock. Brother, are you going out? Seeing Lorraine's expression as if he had eaten, a look of uncertainty flashed in Wei Xuan's eyes. But soon regained his soft and cute appearance, and asked sweetly.

"Yes. You have to hurry, hiss, Wei Xuan, do you have mosquitoes here? It's almost all over my calves. Lorraine rolled up her trouser legs, looked down, and saw patches of red on them.

Allergies, right?

"Why is it so red and swollen like this, it's so serious." Wei Xuan looked down, his gaze fell on Lorraine's calf, and his beautiful eyes flashed. The expression is innocent.

"Yes! Damn, has there been no one here for a long time, I stared at Lao Tzu as soon as I came! Lorraine said viciously.

Wei Xuan didn't say anything.

But the gaze that looked at Lorraine's calves was a little burning.

Lorraine's trouser leg was rolled up to the knee, and the exposed calf was slender and thin, with little leg hair.

But it makes people want to sin.