Shen Qingming couldn't support it and fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long I slept, Shen Qingming was awakened by a rustling sound, and he could barely feel that it was still night outside, and the lights in the room were extinguished at some point, and he could only distinguish the general outline of the surrounding things by the moonlight.

Shen Qingming was just about to get up from the sofa when he felt hit something soft. Before he could react, the man fell on the couch. At the same time, the soft object fell on Shen Qingming's body.

Before he could speak, the cold, soft lips were already pressed against his mouth. Then his hand was grasped by a boneless hand, and the two of them clasped their fingers together. Her long hair brushed lightly across the fingertips of the two of them, crispy and numb. For more than 20 years, Shen Qingming has been hugged for the first time, just like so carefully and so seriously.

Something was against his chest. Her other hand reached into Shen Qingming's shirt and rubbed it up and down his body. Her fingers were slightly bent, and her nails slowly ran over his skin, just like a kitten complaining to her owner. As long as it's a man, there's no way to push away a woman who does this

Shen Qingming didn't have any fragrant thoughts in his heart, he just wanted to hold the woman beside him like this all the time. Xiling's body was tightly clumped together like a kitten, so that Shen Qingming couldn't help but hug her a little tighter, and let the heat on her body transfer to her body, like intimate lovers warm to each other.

Speaking of which, how can Xiling's body be so cold? Is it a cold? Girls must learn to take good care of themselves when they go out alone.

Thinking of this, his body suddenly froze, and the cold hairs stood up one by one along the backbone from top to bottom. Through the long hair hanging down from the woman, Shen Qingming clearly saw that there was another woman lying on the bed! If this woman was Xiling Heng, then who was the person on the bed? If the person on the bed was Xiling Heng, then what was the woman on his body?

In an instant, Shen Qingming thought of a name, Su Su!

When he opened his eyes again, the cold sensation was rapidly pulling away from his body. In the moonlight, only a huge mass of long hair could be seen fading out of the shadows. Xiling was still lying quietly on the bed as before, and the clock hand on the wall had just passed a little bit.

Shen Qingming let out a big breath and hurried to wake up Xiling.

As soon as Shen Qingming walked to Xiling's side, Xiling Heng suddenly jumped up on the bed, which scared Shen Qingming.

"Are you okay?" Embarrassed to embarrassed, Shen Qingming was still curious why Xiling had such a big reaction.

Xiling's face was now whiter than that of the female ghost, and she said in shock, "Scared, scared, scared." ”

"Scared me to death?" Shen Qingming continued.

"Yes, yes, yes, it scared the hell out of me. Xiling's tone finally changed, "You would never have guessed that I had a nightmare just now." ”

Shen Qingming's face was expressionless: "Oh, you just had a nightmare." ”

"Huh, can you see that? Good observation. Xiling tore off the spell on his face indiscriminately, looked at Shen Qingming seriously and said, "I dreamed that I was playing with you with the pen fairy." ”

"Pen fairy?hahaha, isn't this just a kid's thing?"

The prototype of the pen fairy is the ancient Chinese art of helping the beggar, by using the pen to invite lonely souls and wild ghosts, and using the pen as a medium to ask questions to the deceased. There are many ways to invite the pen fairy, but most of them are two people with the back of their hands staggered, holding a pen between the backs of their hands, perpendicular to the table, and silently thinking about what they want to ask. When the pen shook slightly, the said ghost was called in to answer the question. Because most of the people invited are lonely ghosts, it is said that there are often bad things that happen when inviting pen fairies.

"No! I had an interview in my dorm when I was in college, and it was very accurate. Xiling pleaded.

"Xiling, let me ask you, the ancients used a brush to write, please come to the brush fairy. Now everyone writes with a gel pen, and the one who invited is a gel pen fairy. A little earlier, everyone was still using fountain pens, and it was the pen fairy who was invited. You say, will the gods be updated with the progress of the pen?" Shen Qingming smiled, thinking that this kind of superstition at the level of a little girl was quite cute when he thought about it, "Take 10,000 steps back, what can he know about the lonely ghost you invited? What he didn't know before his death, why did he know it after he died? If there is any question you want to ask, can't you directly Baidu? Is the ghost more powerful than a search engine?"

Xiling Heng was speechless for a while. Shen Qingming had no intention of forcing it, and said in a soft tone: "Why did you wake up scared when you dreamed that I invited the pen fairy with you, I'm not so scary, right?"

"It's not that you're scary, listen to me. I dreamed that the back of your hand was very cold, and I was about to ask you how you were doing, when I noticed that all the lights in the bedroom suddenly went out. Then the pen began to move, and the words that came out were all blood red, and I just wanted to withdraw my hand, but I was caught by your hand in my dream. Speaking of this, Xiling swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "You must also ask Bixian a question, and I will ask Bixian if everything here is true." I saw the pen scribbling frantically, and writing a dead word. I was just about to run when you suddenly turned into a ball of long hair and lunged at me. And then you woke me up. ”

Shen Qingming's brows tightened, and he said in his heart, why did he dream of a clump of long hair?

"What's wrong with you?" asked Xiling.

Shen Qingming stretched out his hand to turn on the light, and after pressing it for a long time, he found that it was still not on, and the quality of the lighting system of Baili Hotel was really poor. No matter in or out of your dreams, the lights can't be turned on.

Is that really the case..... Shen Qingming suddenly grabbed Xiling's wrist, and her wrist was also cold.

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, did Zhuangzi become a butterfly, or did the butterfly become Zhuangzi? Is he in a dream, or is he awake?

"Hey, hey, are you alright?" Xiling's hand dangled in front of him.

The person in front of him, is it a human or a ghost?

"Look at my hands. Shen Qingming stretched out his left hand and asked, "What can you see from here?"

"Poof, don't be kidding at this time. Xiling complained.

"Remember your profiling skills? ”

Xiling took a step back and said, "What profile?"

It is difficult to draw dragons and tigers, and there are still flaws. Fantasy really can't be completely synchronized with reality, and these talents that need to be trained hard are something they can't learn.

Shen Qingming closed his eyes, and everything here gradually fell apart. When he opens his eyes again, it will be a sea change!