In the middle of the night, Ye Ming faintly floated in from the window sill, not as leisurely as usual, with some melancholy between his brows.
"Why did you come here?" Tang Tang woke up from the cold, rubbed his eyes and pouted.
"What? Missed me?" Ye Ming teased, setting up barriers around him as usual.
"En." Tang Tang leaned against Ye Ming's chest, saw that he was silent, and looked up at Ye Ming.
Ye Ming's eyes were a little dull, absent-minded.
"What's wrong with you?" Tang Tang asked with concern.
"It's nothing serious, but I sent a servant to teach the boy who bullied you today, but he never came back." Ye Ming said slowly.
"Oh, could he have drifted to another place?" Tang Tang circled Ye Ming's chest with his hand.
"Probably not. I summoned him, but there was no response at all. I don't know if he was swallowed by some ghost." I should be the only powerful person around here. Who would dare to oppose him?
Ye Ming couldn't figure it out.
"Okay, don't think about it anymore. Why are you thinking about others when you come to me?" Tang Tang straightened his face and looked at himself.
Ye Ming smiled helplessly, "I don't want others, I only want you alone."
The two spent another night together.
A few days later, several female ghosts suddenly appeared in the dormitory.
Those female ghosts wandered around Tang Tang, and they kept saying, "Miss Tang, tonight is your happy event with the master. We will help you dress up then, and we will definitely make you the most beautiful bride son."
"That's right, Miss Tang's skin is so fair, she will look good in that wedding dress when the time comes."
Those female ghosts may be because they seldom come out, so they seem very novel, touching one for a while, and looking at that for a while.
Zhao Miaomiao was sitting motionless in front of her desk, when one of the female ghosts suddenly appeared in front of her eyes by hanging her head upside down as a prank.
Zhao Miaomiao raised her eyes, those cold eyes met the female ghost.
Seeing that she didn't react at all, the female ghost suddenly opened her mouth and stuck out a long tongue.
That flexible tongue was about to go to Zhao Miaomiao's face.
Zhao Miaomiao curled her lips into a smile on her calm face, and said in a very low voice, "Little naughty."
The female ghost paused, her tongue stopped in mid-air.
Zhao Miaomiao pulled back the chair, got up and walked outside the house.
The gray-faced female ghost froze for a moment, then rubbed her head in confusion. She didn't look more than fifteen or sixteen years old, so the movement of scratching her head made her a little angry.
Was this person talking to himself just now?
The female ghost followed Zhao Miaomiao curiously, and saw that she had walked all the way to a dark corridor.
There was a large mirror attached to the wall, and Zhao Miaomiao was arranging her hair in front of the mirror.
Faint moonlight shone in from the window sill of the aisle, and the person in the mirror moved slowly, combing his hair with his fingers bit by bit.
Those cold eyes are like a deep pool without water, and like a well that has long dried up.
Zhao Miaomiao chuckled lightly, brushing her fingers lightly on her lips.
Watching that scene, the female ghost suddenly felt a chill in her heart.
"No, I am a ghost myself, why should I be afraid?" The female ghost felt something in her heart, and said it with a movement of her mouth.
The female ghost stretched out two white hands and slapped her pale face twice, as if to cheer herself up, "I am a ghost, I am a ghost." (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com