Yunfu was haunted by a ghost, and the ghost was attached to the oil-paper umbrella she picked up.
When they first met, he was dressed in wet white clothes, with black hair like a waterfall, and his slender white knuckles slowly tightened around her neck. "If the girl uses it to protect me from the rain again, I will pluck off the girl's little head."
Yun Fu whimpered in response.
Unexpectedly, his long eyelashes trembled with excitement. After sucking away the tears from the corners of her eyes, his cold and wet lips and tongue roamed around her neck, urging: "Hot it more."
Yun Fu held his face tremblingly and put her fingers between his teeth, "What about this?"
He bit her fingertips, closed his eyes and hummed softly, calling himself a saint with a saintly face and a bodhisattva heart. If she could help him find his memory in the world, he would leave.
Yun Fu nodded desperately, and after wandering for several months, she finally found where the ghost came from - Cui Xunzhou, the second young master of Wangyue Villa who had been in a coma for a long time.
After Cui Xunzhou woke up, he didn't recognize Yun Fu and his eyes were indifferent.
Yun Fu was so happy that she burned her umbrella and left overnight. However, she was entangled in her sleep and had difficulty breathing. She opened her eyes and met a pair of black eyes filled with obsession.
"It's so cold, Yunfu, warm me up."
"Second Young Master Cui?"
Cui Xunzhou's eyes suddenly darkened, and he whispered sadly against her ear: "If you recognize me as Cui Er again, I will take off your head."
*
Cui Xunzhou discovered two strange things: first, he would bite his fingertips unconsciously and keep them in his mouth; second, someone had seen him leaving the villa at child's age and returning at mao's hour, but he knew nothing about it.
Recalling the scene on the day he woke up, he felt that the woman was very suspicious and he had to stay with him and observe her carefully.
One day, when he glanced at Yun Fu and caught a glimpse of the red marks on the side of her neck, a thought suddenly arose in his mind: Who is that damn man?
*
Small theater
In the middle of the night, inside the green gauze tent, Cui Xunzhou repeatedly rubbed Yun Fu's swollen lips from kisses. "Who makes you more happy, Gui or Cui Er?"
Yun Fu hesitated to speak, staring into his dark and unclear eyes.
Cui Xunzhou smiled softly and said: "That's the same joy. Yun Fu is really greedy."
"Does Yun Fu know who I am?" He slowly played with her belt, his tone was faint.
"If you give the wrong answer, you will be punished."
Reading Guide
·Emotional flow, male c, ghost c, he
[The copy was written on June 29, 2026, and has been screenshotted and saved]
Purpose: Life lasts longer than love
