The Guy Who is Going To Wear This Girl is Poisonous

Ren Xiaoqin felt that his little heart couldn't bear it. Although he had watched many horror movies before, he was also frightened by Liu Huanjiao many times at night...

But he has never been like this before!

Liu Huanjiao's identity is indeed a ghost, but she looks like a normal person! One person, pass through another person's body!

"How can you go through?"

Ren Xiaoqin couldn't understand, obviously he could hold Liu Huanjiao's hand, and Liu Huanjiao could also hold himself. It was an entity, but why would he pass it through?

Liu Huanjiao recovered and smiled at Ren Xiaoqin, showing some mischief.

Raising his hand, aiming at Ren Xiaoqin's chest, slowly stretched it over.

Then, through the past!

Ren Xiaoqin watched Liu Huanjiao's hand cross her chest, leaving only half of her arm.

"hiss......"

In Ren Xiaoqin's shocked eyes, Liu Huanjiao withdrew his hand.

Then suddenly he stretched out his hand again, and the target was Ren Xiaoqin's chest.

Ren Xiaoqin thought he would go through this time, but Liu Huanjiao did not expect Liu Huanjiao to press on his chest.

It's cold.

Passed to the heart through clothes.

Liu Huanjiao smiled sweetly and put his hand on Ren Xiaoqin's chest, "Look, I can control it."

"Awesome, right?" Liu Huanjiao asked.

Ren Xiaoqin nodded in a daze, "Very powerful."

Liu Huanjiao's hand still fell on Ren Xiaoqin's chest.

The two looked at each other, and a strange atmosphere rose up around the center.

Called, ambiguous?

Liu Huanjiao closed her hand, put her back behind her, and smiled softly, "It's late, go to sleep."

"Good night."

This time, it was Liu Huanjiao who watched Ren Xiaoqin, who was a little confused, entered the room.

The door closed, Liu Huanjiao's originally gentle and calm face showed a small smug smile.

He closed his fingers, made a fist, and made a gesture that he was bound to win.

Finally, he put his hands on his back and jumped into the room.

When there was only one person, Liu Huanjiao looked like a dramatist.

Late at night.

Time to do business.

In the Wang's villa, two people lay in the master bedroom, sleeping soundly.

Among them, the woman in silk pajamas turned her back and opened her eyes, but still dazedly, she pushed the man beside her who was sleeping like a dead pig and got up and put on her shoes.

It seems to be either thirsty or suffocated.

And Liu Huanjiao, sitting on the stool in front of the dressing table, looked at the somewhat fat woman with Erlang's legs, and walked into the bathroom staggeringly.

Oh? Go to the toilet, that place...it's quite suitable for my work.

Liu Huanjiao followed the woman with a smile and floated into the bathroom.

"Hush hush hush~"

The fat woman sat for a while before she got up and flushed.

When passing by the mirror, it seemed to stop suddenly.

In the corner of his eye, he could find a white cloud behind him in the mirror.

The fat woman slowly turned her head, stiff like a robot that hadn't been repaired for decades.

No.

There was nothing behind, nothing.

call.

The fat woman breathed a sigh of relief, and turned her head back easily, but was stunned when she wiped her eyes across the mirror.

There is a familiar body in the mirror, it is her. Wearing purple silk pajamas, his body is fatter.

And behind her, a weak body leaned against her, a white dress, black hair like ink, and bright red lips...

As for the face, no, she has no face!

She has only one mouth!

Bright as red, the red is like blood...tick, one blood slowly falls from the lips, and then one by one falls faster and faster.

The thick blood with a strong fishy smell soaked all the pajamas around the neck and dyed it red.

Blood! It's really blood!