Under the starry sky, I stood on tiptoes and approached the handsome ghost in front of me.
The ghost retreated in shock: "I can't..."
I frowned: "Not even once?"
The ghost nodded heavily.
Me: "Okay!"
I took a step back, but suddenly took a step forward, and my mouth gently slid across the lips of the big man in front of me.
The ghosts and gods spread their hands helplessly, turning into little stars and dissipating...
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