All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

The faint scent of the girl's body was sniffed between her nose, which seemed to be a mixture of shampoo and shower gel.

It's not irritating, it's soft and smells good.

Even people like Yang Xuming who don't like perfume subconsciously like the smell.

The girl in her arms hugged him softly, and her whole body was nestled in his arms.

The softest part of the girl's body is tightly pressed against his chest, allowing him to clearly feel the fascinating soft touch.

His body is slightly stiff.

After finally calming down, he became flustered again at this time.

In the warm bed, the two were tightly entangled together, each other's breath intertwined, and the other's heartbeat could even be heard close at hand.

The quilt is a very magical thing.

When people are wrapped in it, it is easy to produce a sense of separation from the world.

When you feel scared, you can curl up in the quilt, as if this way you can avoid all threats from the outside world.

When you are sad and desperate, curling up in the quilt and crying is the best place to escape the pain.

However, Yang Xuming at this time was extremely frightened by the feeling of stripping brought about by the quilt.

In the quiet room, curled up in the bed with the beautiful girl, hugged tightly.

This kind of small world where the whole world seems to be separated and the whole world is left with only two people from each other makes him feel very uncomfortable.

He wanted to escape hurriedly, wanted to escape from this warm cup, wanted to escape from the soft body in his arms.

But there was an impulsive voice shouting in his heart, shouting crazy.

Don't you like her?

Don't you like her too?

Don't lie to yourself Yang Xuming, you are not as loyal as you imagined! You are just an ordinary man.

You are restless! You are longing! You are greedy for her body!

And are you not her husband? You have already received a marriage certificate with her, and you have decided to live with her for the rest of your life. Are you really going to pretend to be a moral gentleman for a lifetime and do nothing?

Who are you worthy of doing this?

Do you think you are very dedicated and infatuated by doing this? Do not! It will only make you look like an irresponsible stupid [BEEP]!

Hug her! You coward! Respond to her!

You don't do anything, who are you worthy of? Are you worthy of everything she did for you?

You shameful villain! Self-righteous coward!

The voice in his mind seemed to be insulting him crazily, forcing him crazily, and stimulating him crazily.

Yang Xuming's stiff body moved slowly.

Then, he gently hugged the girl in his arms and pressed her body closer together.

A thin nightdress cannot hide the soft touch of the girl's body.

Yang Xuming sniffed the faint fragrance in the girl's hair, her body stiff.

He heard what the girl just said and understood what the girl meant.

But in his heart, he hesitated.

Really... do you want to do it?

The girl in her arms was obviously aware of the stiffness of his body, she slowly stroked Yang Xuming's back with her hand, and said softly.

"Would you like to sleep?" the girl said softly, "I have to get up early for class tomorrow. I really have to take a good rest."

She gently stroked Yang Xuming's back, as if comforting Yang Xuming, "It's okay, I'm sleepy too. Just hold it like this, let's sleep together."

"I'm very relieved to be able to hug you to sleep like this."

The girl's soft words contained infinite tenderness.

In the comfort of such soft words, Yang Xuming's stiff body slowly relaxed.

He gently hugged the soft female body in his arms, feeling the other's body temperature and the clear heartbeat close at hand, which was a feeling that he had never had before.

This is the first time that he and Ying Sixue have been so intimately together since they have known each other for so long.

It's really like a sweet couple.

But whether it was Ying Sixue or him, there seemed to be an insurmountable gulf in his heart, and it seemed that he would never be able to cross it.

But……

Yang Xuming gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

He can feel Ying Sixue's efforts, Ying Sixue is trying hard to break this gap, to restore their relationship to the previous harmony, and to change the current awkward and rigid relationship.

And he seems to have been evading.

No matter how you think about it, this is not something a man should do...

Yang Xuming tightened his arms gently, allowing the girl in his arms to fit closer to him.

The two bodies hugged tightly.

Yang Xuming hugged very hard, as if he was trying to completely rub the girl in his arms into his body.

At this moment, he finally clearly felt the softness of the body in his arms.

Compared with the burly and strong man, Ying Sixue is really as weak as a fragile porcelain doll. The hug of the two even gave Yang Xuming an illusion that she would break the girl's bones if she tried harder.

This feeling of rising suddenly made him subconsciously relax the strength of his arms.

For a long time, he has been with him to accommodate him, help him, and tenderly care for him. Was it such a thin and petite body...

In Yang Xuming's heart, there was inevitably a hot emotion.

That emotion is distressed, pity, and eagerness to repay the girl in her arms, make her smile, and never cry again.

He lowered his head and looked at the girl in his arms.

The two looked at each other, he no longer evaded like before, but looked at the girl, his lips squirming... and then slowly moved closer.

In the dim light, the lips of the two gently touched together.

The soft lips opened and closed slightly, and the small tongue slid out and curled up with Yang Xuming's tongue.

Yang Xuming's breathing became rapid.

The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time in his heart all exploded at this moment and could no longer be suppressed.

Almost out of control, Yang Xuming suddenly rolled over and pressed on Ying Sixue's body.

Then……

"Boss, how much is your hat?"

In the night market of the Tibetan city, the tourists are crowded, and it looks very lively.

The pale-skinned girl stood in front of one of the stalls, picked up a grass-green hat, looked through it curiously and said, "It looks very interesting."

The vendor owner said in Mandarin with a strong accent, "Thirty."

After finishing speaking, it was more than three fingers, for fear that the customer would not be able to hear it clearly.

Under the lights of the night market, the girl in front of the stall looked around with her hat and said, "Twenty, I have twenty left."

As she said, she buckled her hat directly on her head, then smiled and took out a crumpled piece of twenty yuan in cash, "Can you? Twenty."

The boss sighed, "Yes."

After receiving the crumpled twenty yuan in cash, the boss sat at the small stall and watched the girl disappear into the crowd wearing a grass-green hat. The only feeling was that the girl's skin was so white.

Is such a white skin a foreigner?