Happy to open the coffin

Chapter 155 My Madam Had Dinner Tonight, Do You Need To Eat It Tomorrow?
"..."

An Xiangwan hesitated to speak, he didn't expect him to be so ruffian.

But there is a little resistance in my heart that wants to escape but doesn't want to escape. What's the matter?

"what--!"

Just after thinking about it, the male ghost stretched out his hand and pushed her to the bed, and half of her delicate body just pressed on top of him!

Unexpectedly, An Xiangwan screamed out in surprise in the face of the sudden move, and immediately instinctively wanted to struggle to get up, but his ape arm reached her soft waist.

"Mr. Ghost, don't play tricks."

It was agreed that she would just sleep, but she ate her tofu. After getting along with this male ghost for a long time, she became more and more incomprehensible to him?

Obviously like a flower in the mountains on weekdays, after closing the door and going to bed, the whole ghost subverted her impression of him in a blink of an eye, and she had the illusion that he was being tricked.

"Didn't Madam promise to take good care of her husband before?"

After Zong Che finished speaking in a joking tone, he then covered the little goblin's whole body on top of him. The posture of women on top and men on bottom was so good that his face turned pink with embarrassment.

An Xiangwan bit her lower lip after hearing this. He was clearly threatening her.

"But it wasn't just now..."

She couldn't say it, the previous boldness was just pretending, she didn't have the guts at all.

Now it's hard to get off a tiger, she sits on him, not even moving, for fear of stirring up his raging fire.

"Madam has eaten tonight, do you not need to eat tomorrow?"

The male ghost's nonsense is so logical that An Xiangwan will not accept it even if he wants to, since that's the case...

"Ok."

She went all out, closed her eyes, and let him have his way.

Zong Che looked at the woman's expression of seeing death as her home, and sighed in his heart, no longer forcing her, turned over and asked her to lie down on the bed, tucked in the quilt, and hugged her to sleep.

"...?"

An Xiangwan thought he was going to 'start', but after waiting for a long time, there was no movement. He opened his eyes in confusion, and met his eyes, and quickly looked away in shock.

"Go to sleep."

Zong Che stretched out his hand and gently stroked her head.

"Mr. Ghost, why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden tonight?"

Like a gentle hooligan, she couldn't get used to it for a while.

"No why."

In fact, there were many reasons, and he just didn't want to explain them to her one by one.

"Oh……"

An Xiangwan lowered his head slightly, blinked his eyes, and then pretended to close his eyes to fall asleep, but his hearing and senses were extremely clear.

His slightly cool air diffused lightly, but it didn't make her feel a little chilly. On the contrary, in this kind of night, which was close to thirty degrees, it was very comfortable, just like blowing on the air conditioner.

Zong Che was afraid that it would affect her sleep, so he deliberately sealed the Yin Qi.

Without Yin Qi to shock her sixth sense, drowsiness hit her immediately, and she fell asleep not long after.

Zong Che was sure that she had fallen asleep after hearing her even breathing.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and there was a light knock outside the window. Zong Che quietly withdrew his arms around Ren'er's body, turned over and sat up, and changed his clothes back into purple shirt, black trousers and silver boots in the blink of an eye after a slight movement of his mind. Dressed in ancient costume, wearing a long crown on his head, and the bat-winged long sword on his back flickered, interfering with the image, and then it was fixed on his back, and a faint cold light passed by the sword.

He floated away from the bed, and glanced out of the window faintly. It was the will-o'-the-wisp's announcement, and it went out through the wall.

"what's up?"

"Master, the ghost officials of the underworld have arrived and are waiting for your meeting."

"Ah."

Zong Che responded in a low voice, and the four will-o'-the-wisps formed a crack in the pitch-black sky, and a crack was opened directly below, and gusts of sinister wind blew out from it, interspersed with a few faint cries of resentful souls...

(End of this chapter)