Chapter 3: Umeyo

I was so angry that I grabbed my bathrobe and quickly stood up and wrapped myself in.

I don't know how this guy knows my name, nor do I want to know.With my experience of dealing with these ghosts, I only know to let them go as soon as possible.

As for when he came in and what he saw just now, he didn't even want to think about it.Unless I die, this voyeurist will never brag about seeing me masturbating!

I pointed to the door and snapped: Go out, leave the bathroom, leave my house, leave this world.

He raised his thick eyebrows and said: I'm happy, but you have to tell me about the sect world.

His southern accent was very heavy, and the deep voice hit my heart, which made me feel a little painful. I hate this feeling.I pursed my lips and asked: What?

Don't pretend, he said slowly, as if I were an idiot.I saw what you did to the old lady.

I understood and said angrily: You have always followed me!

At first I was just curious and when I walked out of the cemetery with you, I knew you were not ordinary.His voice was filled with contempt and disdain.

I took a deep breath and just sent one away, and now another one is here.

It's this process every time, never exceptional.

OK, you go back first, and I will go find you when I am free on the weekend.

I don't care, I need to know now.

He didn't care about a ghost, he seemed to have forgotten who was asking for whom.

I hummed, as a response to his rudeness.

I stepped out of the bathtub with my body tightened my body.

Just as I walked through the bathroom door, he came to me, deliberately blocking my way like a street bandit.

I ignored that trick and just walked through his body as if he didn't exist.

I have done this kind of thing thousands of times and have long been used to it.

However, to my surprise, when I walked through his body, I did not have the usual cold breath, but was hit hard by his body.

Not only that, a strange warmth brushed across my skin and became a little hot.I turned to look at him, his face filled with surprise.

I can feel you.He exclaimed in a low voice, his voice trembling a little.

I reached out and waved at him, there was nothing, he was indeed a ghost.I swallowed the words stuck in my throat and urged: You have to leave.

He didn't say a word and disappeared from my sight.

I rushed into the bedroom and closed the door.Although I knew that if he decided to come back, a door would not stop him, I still insisted on needing this false sense of security.

I didn't care that I hadn't completely wiped my body dry yet, so I quickly put on my underwear and jeans and put on a short-sleeved shirt.

I picked up the phone from the dressing table. Today, the man was a little strange. I had to ask what was going on.

Just as I was thinking, I suddenly found that the guy was lying on my bed, looking at her intently, his eyes burning, as if he was about to eat me.

I snapped: Leave my bed.

I don't like your tone, Miss Mei.Instead of disappearing as I hoped, he blamed the teacher for his tone of his students.

No matter who you are, I don't like you to follow me.

After a moment of silence, he replied in a depressed voice: Song Lianzhou.

I was stunned for a moment and realized that he was telling me his name.

I don't want to dig into the meaning of it, I just hope he can leave soon.

But he put his hands behind his head more comfortably, without any intention of leaving.

The simple black suit on my body, which was lined with the floral pattern on the quilt, looked a little ridiculous, but it made me feel instantly stunning, as if there was a eager man waiting for me in the bed.

This is so stupid, he is dead!

I'm tired, you have to leave.I put aside the sharpness in my tone and said it again.

Song Lianzhou's eyes slowly swept across my body, stayed on his lips for a moment, and then fixed on the curve of my chest.

Under his fierce gaze, my nipples unconsciously tightened.

It's so great. I finally reacted to a man, but I couldn't do anything.

I turned around uneasy, covered myself up, changed to a gentle tone, and said: To be honest, it's time for you to leave.

Are you sure, dear Miss Mei?

I just blinked and he was already standing in front of me.

I stumbled and took a step back, and he reached out and grabbed me.

Although he didn't hold on to anything, the firm power and hot temperature in his hands remained on my arm.

Song Lianzhou is not like a cold ghost at all, but like a real flesh and blood body.

The first time I encountered such a thing, I felt an inexplicable fear in my heart. Go home!

After another moment of silence, he said calmly: But no, when you go home, it must be a great feeling. You can have a place to belong, a home of your own.

His appearance seemed to be just saying something sparse and ordinary, but his intuition told me that he was not sparse and ordinary at all.

This person... no, this ghost is getting weirder and weirder, and the fear in my heart is getting stronger and stronger. I will force you to leave.

What would you do, plum blossom?

I don't like him calling me directly after changing his name, and I don't like the desire revealed in his tone.

I had to swallow a few times before I could speak, hoping he wouldn't notice that I was actually bluffing, I had a spell.At best, I am a psychic, far from the witch who casts the spell.

Song Lianzhou's deep black eyes immediately became cold, of course!I almost forgot what kind of person you are.Evil witch!

Without saying a word, he disappeared.

A little guilty came over my heart, knowing that I was too strict with this ghost.

No matter how rude he is, he needs my help.

Song Lianzhou looks strong, young and promising. When he dies, his life is at its peak. There is only one possibility of being trapped in the spiritual world.

When he was dying, his spirit was too intense. Maybe he had no idea at first, but the process was extremely painful, so that his soul firmly attached himself to the body or around his body and could not cross the door.

I lay down on the bed, listening to the cars coming and going outside the window, thinking about what happened in the day.

From childhood to adulthood, I have been learning how to find a balance between compassion and indifference.

Neither let yourself be too immersed in their tragic endings nor to be completely indifferent.

This is the hardest part--you can't care too much, and you can't ignore it.

I touched my arms, and the mark that Song Lianzhou had just left seemed to be burning my skin.

Is it because he cannot get close to me that I am attracted to him, or is it because of the same reason that I am so repulsive of him?

This question keeps circling in my mind, but it is too much energy to figure it out.

My eyes are closed and my consciousness is gradually blurred.

In my sleep, I came to the cemetery again and walked in the woods of the cemetery.

Although it was night, I could clearly see the surrounding scenery, as if it was during the day.

I stood under a tree and someone walked over to me.Some change happened, causing my hair to stand upright.

Consciousness tells me to be alert and scream, but I just stumble on my body and want to know who that person is.

Song Lianzhou!

I was so scared, why did I see him?I immediately retreated and turned around and left quickly.

I ran home in one breath and fell on the bed panting, wrapping myself in the quilt, glad that I was finally safe.

After a while, I felt stuffy and hot again.He pulled Bo Quilt down slightly, revealing his shoulders and arms.

At this moment, a cool breath blew on my neck, and then something touched me, like a gentle and delicate touch, comfortable and comfortable.

I waved my hand to grab the thing, but found nothing.

I opened my eyes and looked at it, but it was pitch black in front of me.

I sighed, wondering if I was asleep?

Where does the comfort come from?

Is it him?

I dare not say that name. This is a huge secret. I can't even trust my own sleep.

But I can't help but admit it, it would be great if he were!

The feeling of caressing comes to the feet, from the heels to the calves, and continues upward to the thighs.

No matter how comfortable it is, I feel something is wrong at this time. I want to stop it but feel weak all over and my throat is as if it is stuck.

Don't Ah, don't!I resisted anxiously, as if he was by my side, the imagined him.Although my heart is rippling, I still have to maintain a little reserve on my face.

He didn't listen to me, but just repeatedly stroked the inner side of my thighs, teasing the tender skin at the roots.There was a reaction under my body, and the sensitive areas were extremely itchy.

I twisted my body and tried to get rid of my annoying feeling with the friction of my bed and pajamas.At this time his stroke came to my vagina.

Strangely, despite being through my underwear, I couldn't feel this obstacle, and the touch was like it was against my skin.

My vagina is already very wet, and with this seductive friction on my labia, it is even more vast.

I moaned softly, desperately needing more and more stimulating feelings.

He seemed to guess my thoughts, his clitoris was twisted, and the feeling of touching turned into squeeze and lifting.

My reaction was even more intense, and the power of playing was even more intense.

I was so excited that I couldn't stop. I lost the last bit of control of my spirit and body. I waved my hands to grab him, but unfortunately I couldn't hold anything. In the end, I could only kick off the thin quilt and clenched the pillow to completely open my body.

Still, continue... I urged, throwing away the last little politeness and shame.

I don’t know how long I have been asking for it, maybe a few hours, maybe a few seconds.

Just as I was about to despair, a suffocating pressure came from my chest, and then he held my breasts, rubbed them up and down, but simply bypassed my nipples and drew circles around the outer circle.

The strength is sometimes light and sometimes heavy, but the breasts are getting stronger and stronger, making me feel numb all over.

Only the nipples, which is the most sensitive part of my body, but because of his intentional neglect, he could only move and rub under the gentle contact of his pajamas, which could not satisfy my needs at all.

I expected him to take care of his nipples soon. Sure enough, his index finger and thumb suddenly pinched his nipples, and I felt like I was hit by an electric current in an instant.

The pleasure of impact has never subsided and it feels like never before.

I couldn't help but say Ah, holding onto the pillows on both sides of my head, fearing that the excitement and tactile experience would be fleeting.

After a while, he buried his head and pressed his face to my breasts.

My spirit seemed to be out of my body, floating in the air, watching him lying on me, holding his lips and pulling it upwards, then flicking it back and forth with the tip of my tongue, and finally opened my mouth and swallowed it in my mouth.

The delicate body beneath him snorted and twisted irritably.

This picture is more seductive than me masturbating, and more intimate than me climaxing under the vibration of the massage stick.

This is what I really need, control me, mercy me, and give me the satisfaction of my inner desire.

His head wandered upwards along my breasts to my mouth, face and forehead.

While kissing me, I continued to pinch my nipples with my left hand, spread my legs with my right hand, and slowly probed and fiddled towards my wet labia, revealing the tightly closed and trembling flower acupoint.

His fingers rubbed against the labia and the wet and sticky mouth of the hole. After being covered with honey, he kneaded the congested clitoris for a while, and he stroked the two labia minora from time to time. Then his fingers slid along the flower hole into the hot and tight vagina.

His fingers were very long and thick, and his fingertips were very rough. He scraped the tender wall inside, rotated and pressed, and thrusted it slowly.

Every time it is pulled out, it almost leaves the mouth of the flower hole, and every time it is inserted, it is pushed to the core of the flower, bringing strong stimulation.

My face was red, and I grabbed the pillow tightly, and my breathing became more and more rapid as my fingers were playing with it.

My whole body was trembling like a spasm, my hips were thrusting up and down to meet the rhythm of finger thrusting, my chest also rose and fell with my breathing, and my throat was humming, Oh... so comfortable...

The two fingers thrust in the corridor faster, and the numb pleasure arose from between the legs, and the wet honey liquid gushed out of the body like a stream.

I raised my neck and screamed in my mouth. As he was thrusting more and more anxiously, my moans became louder and louder. Finally, the corridor suddenly contracted violently, and then a large stream of hot liquid gushed out.

As he pulled out his finger, his whole palm was wet.

I was confused and didn't know what was going on next.

Various feelings are intertwined, sometimes the softness of the mouth, sometimes the provocation of the fingers, and the storm is coming one after another.

I struggled to wake myself up and see how he allowed me to experience such wonderful sex, but another voice told myself that it was a beautiful dream, and everything would disappear when I opened my eyes, including the climax of ecstasy.

I don’t know how long it took, but everything finally calmed down.

I was sweating and exhausted, and soon I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, the sun was already rising and the alarm clock of my phone made a soft music sound.

I stared at the white ceiling, recalling what happened last night, and it took me a long time to confirm that I had the most perfect spring dream.

Some are ashamed, some are secretly happy, and some are regretful.