Midnight marriage: My husband is a ghost

Chapter 5 Why are you crying
Sometimes it is often like this, I always affirm myself before speaking, I have to say this, I will regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t say it, and the moment I say it is very refreshing, but I regret it immediately after I finish saying it.

This is the situation I am facing now, I dare not even breathe loudly for a while, I just stare nervously at my mother's reaction, belatedly afraid of my mother's mental breakdown.Bad memories of her most depressing time flooded my mind, and I just want to slap myself at the moment.

There were still tears left on my mother's face. She opened her eyes wide and looked back at me. Her eyes were complicated, and she had the feeling of being hurt by me. I'm afraid she couldn't explain it herself. She stared blankly for a while. , and finally said softly: "I don't blame you, you just don't know anything."

After finishing speaking, she pushed her father away from holding her hand, and went back to her room alone with a sad expression.

She still didn't give me an answer, I just asked because I didn't understand anything, but this time I watched her leave, I didn't dare to repeat it again, I don't want to see her before every time she came back from the psychiatrist. A paranoid look.

"Susu, you went too far today!" Dad didn't chase after me, but stayed and criticized me with a serious expression.

I knew that I did something wrong today, so I sat back on the chair dejectedly, covered my face with my hands and rubbed it a few times, and suppressed the feeling of grievance.

"Susu, what's the matter with the ring on your hand?" Dad asked with a big change of tone. He walked around the dining table emotionally and bumped into a chair during the process. He walked to the side and grabbed my hand.

This ring seems to be made for me by nature, and there is no sense of inappropriateness when I wear it on my hand.If it wasn't for my dad's special reminder, I would have forgotten that the ghost put it on me last night.

I was also surprised. This ring appeared five times, but I threw it away every time. I didn’t remember showing it to my dad, so I asked him, “Dad, do you know this ring?”

Dad nodded, "Susu, tell Dad where did you get this ring?"

"It, me." I didn't know how to explain it.

"Susu, I'm my father. No matter what is in the Arabian Nights, my father believes in you." My father's eyes are very sincere, and he is trying to induce me to tell the truth.

Compared with my mother, my father has always held a free-ranging attitude towards me. I have been ridiculed many times for being like the light bulb between my parents. I even suspected that it was not my father's own.But it was all denied by my father. He said that the reason why he was so kind to my mother was because my mother suffered a lot of grievances when she married him when she was young, and my mother suffered a lot when she gave birth to me. He wanted to treat my mother even more.

He only has his mother in his mind, so he doesn't care much about me, and now he said that suddenly, and his face looked like he knew something.

I knew in my heart that this was the first step for me to know the truth, so I withdrew my hand from his big palm, and said bargainingly: "Dad, you tell me what you know first, so I can say it."

Dad's rarely angry expression appeared on his face. He frowned and looked at me for a while, and he also knew that my temperament was very similar to that of my mother. Both mother and son were equally stubborn, "You girl!"

He shook his head and sighed deeply, "Forget it, I'll go to accompany your mother, you remember to do the housework before going to bed."

Then he really went back to the room, leaving me in a daze.

After I finished the housework, I washed up and went back to my room.After changing my pajamas, I lay down on the bed, but I didn’t feel sleepy at all. My mind was spinning rapidly. As far as I know, everything pointed to five years ago, but what happened five years ago?I don't know anything.

Suddenly, the desk lamp in the room flickered, and my heart beat half a beat faster.The first reaction was, could it be that ghost?

I looked around the room, and I was still alone, and for some reason, I felt a little disappointed.

"Are you disappointed?"

A familiar cold and deep voice sounded, the desk lamp flickered again, and the ghost appeared in my room out of thin air in the blink of an eye, pressing on me through the quilt.

I wanted to reach out and push him and tell him to roll off of me.But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move or speak,

Needless to say, he must have messed up.I told him with my eyes that this was too much. He still wears the mask with blue face and fangs today, so I can't be sure whether he has received my anger.

"Want to talk?" He asked, if you ignore the coldness in his voice, in fact his voice is still very pleasant, deep and elegant like the sound of a cello.But now is not the time to think about it, so I quickly responded with a blink of an eye.

Clearly my behavior greatly pleased him, and there was a chuckle behind the mask.He snapped his fingers, and I realized I could talk, but I still couldn't move my body.

"Well, there is another..., there is a spell that I can't solve." Is it a spell?I'm not sure, so let's just call it that.

He didn't speak, he stretched out half of his body and came to lift my quilt.

Dreams are one thing, reality is another. I have never been so intimate with a man before. I panicked and stuttered, "You, you, what are you doing?"

"Guess?" The tone was obviously ambiguous.

"Don't, what? Do you understand that people and ghosts have different paths? There is no result for the two of us,"

My words didn't stop him from moving, seeing that he had found my quilt.

"You will be punished for doing this."

I didn't expect my nonsense to work, he stopped his movements, and said to me: "Although my marriage with you is not written on the Sansheng Stone, at least it was married under the witness of heaven and earth. I will be punished by God, God!" It won't wait until now."

After finishing speaking, he wanted to continue again, his cold fingers brushed lightly, I was ashamed but there was nothing I could do

"I don't think you are dressed like a low-level ghost. As long as you are willing, I believe there must be many female ghosts jumping on you, so, please let me go, okay?" The more I thought about it, the more I felt wronged and sad , A sour feeling welled up in my heart, my eyes became hot, and I cried very disappointingly.

"Are you crying?" He was in a state of confusion, but the movement of his hands did stop again, "Why are you crying?"

(End of this chapter)