monopolize her

Wen Yuran stared at the bright screen, glanced over, and read all the unread messages.

She deliberately read it quickly and tried not to get too emotionally involved. After reading it, she put her phone aside.

What are you going to do?

She's crazy to go back.

Wen Yuran fell asleep on the sofa with half-closed eyes, not knowing what was going on in his mind, only feeling that everything was messed up.

—You'll be back, won't you?

--right?

In my memory, the little girl's voice was sweet, soft, and cautious.If the little girl was in front of her now, she would definitely look at her with those bright black eyes, just looking at her like this, as if she could watch her whole life.

Wen Yuran exhaled lightly and turned over.

The phone vibrates on the coffee table.

Every vibration means a new message, Wen Yuran doesn't know how many times the phone has vibrated, and he doesn't know how many messages the little girl has sent.

She just feels irritable.

Unspeakable irritability.

This irritability encouraged her to go to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.But after a while, she restrained herself—the frequency of smoking this week was too high, and she was afraid of becoming addicted, so she couldn't touch cigarettes anymore.

The phone is still vibrating.

She will not go back.If the little girl can't wait for her, she can't wait.

nothing.

Wen Yuran convinced himself over and over again, but he couldn't help but imagine the little girl's fair face, those red eyes filled with tears, and the little girl's crying pleading.

In the next second, Wen Yuran stood up.

In fact, she still hasn't figured out what the throbbing in her heart means, it's just that the vibration of the mobile phone makes her irritated, and if she doesn't do anything, the irritability won't subside.

Wen Yuran picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, then took the car keys and went out.

The cool night breeze in the corridor revived, and Wen Yuran woke up.

Now, a ghost lives in her home.

If she goes back, it means an admission that she can accept a ghost.

The phone is still vibrating.

Wen Yuran opened WeChat with trembling fingers, and saw 86 unread messages.

This number is frighteningly large.

Wen Yuran already understood what the little girl wanted and how deep her obsession was.

She stared at the rapidly increasing number of unread messages on her phone, examined the madness of the little girl, and also examined the fear in her heart.

What the little girl wants, can I afford it?

At this time, the phone stopped vibrating, replaced by a melodious ringtone, and the caller ID - "Little girl movie"

Wen Yuran hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone.

"Wen Yuran."

The little girl spoke lightly and slowly, as if trying to chew out new meanings from these three words.

Wen Yuran took a deep breath, his voice trembling: "What are you sending so many messages for?"

"I'm bored, you're not here, the house is so empty, I feel so sad..." The little girl's voice was a little low, soft, piercing Wen Yuran's heart.

The impact of sound is far stronger than words.

Wen Yuran squeezed the phone tightly and remained silent.

"When are you coming back?"

Wen Yuran still didn't reply.

"Still working overtime. If you are busy with work, pay attention to rest. I have been waiting for you at home."

The little girl's voice pierced the eardrums, carrying Wen Yuran's magic power to lure Wen Yuran into the abyss little by little.

"I..." Wen Yuran closed his eyes, and finally surrendered, "I'll be right back."

Wen Yuran took the elevator to the garage, then drove out of the community and headed home.

Looking at the passing street lamps and the dark end of the road, she felt surprisingly calm in her heart.

She knew her fears, she knew the little girl's longing, and she knew her own longing.

Everything was clear and distinct, right in front of her eyes, just waiting for her to choose an answer.

And she chose to go home.

When standing at the door of the house, Wen Yuran was sweating.

It was clearly his own home, but he was a little inexplicably nervous. Wen Yuran stood at the door for a long time, made up his mind, and rang the doorbell.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The door opened.

With a slight rubbing sound, the door slowly opened, light came out, and the little girl appeared in front of the door.

"I thought you weren't coming back..." Ning An lowered his head, with grievance in his voice.

The little girl seemed to have taken a bath, her two ponytails were a little loose, and a few strands of hair had been left out, lying softly on her thin shoulders, and she carried a pleasing fragrance on her body.

A pair of sandals dragged on her feet casually, revealing her pinkish-white nails and tender insteps.Further up, there is half of the slender and straight calf, which is hidden in the hem of the pink nightdress.

Wen Yuran recalled some muddy memories, his face was a little hot, he avoided his eyes unconsciously, and let out a "hmm".

Ning An moved out of the way, Wen Yuran walked in and put down his things.

"Have you...have you eaten yet?" The little girl asked softly behind her.

"I've eaten." Wen Yuran replied.

After a moment of silence, Ning An uttered a simple syllable: "Oh."

In this atmosphere, Wen Yuran didn't dare to look at the little girl at all, and only said: "Go to the guest room and sleep, I'm going to sleep too."

"Okay." Ning An replied simply.

Then, the little girl lowered her head, obediently walked to the door of the guest room, opened the door, and entered slowly.

Before entering the door, he even glanced in Wen Yuran's direction, with some disappointment in his eyes.

Wen Yuran shook his head, throwing away those random thoughts.

She was a little thirsty and wanted to go to the restaurant to drink some water, so she went to the restaurant and turned on the light.

Then she saw a table of dishes.

The dishes are basically according to her taste, and I don't know how long the little girl has been cooking.

Wen Yuran suddenly felt that his nose was a little sore, and his heart was warm, but mixed with traces of guilt.

When she saw the phrase "the food is cold" on WeChat, she didn't feel much in her heart, but when she faced the table of food for real, she couldn't calm down.

The little girl... is actually really caring...

If it's not a ghost, the little girl must be an excellent lover...

Wen Yuran stretched out his fingers and lightly touched the dinner plate.

It's freezing cold.

Wen Yuran sighed a little, but turned around and left after all.She picked up the dinner plate, went to the kitchen to heat it in the microwave, and then took a bowl to fill herself with some rice from the rice cooker.

Under the light, Wen Yuran sat alone at the dining table, eating mouthfuls, unable to tell what it was like.

She did have dinner tonight, but she just let it go, and she didn't eat much.The dishes cooked by the little girl were all in line with her taste, Wen Yuran quickly opened up his appetite and finished two bowls of rice in one go.

She still remembered that when the little girl cooked for her for the first time, although it tasted delicious, it didn't suit her appetite like it does now.

I don't know how the little girl remembered which dishes she put too much and which dishes she didn't put in by relying on her experience again and again, and then slowly figured out her appetite.

Really...

Wen Yuran couldn't think of a suitable adjective for a moment, she shook her head and gave up, but her heart actually softened somewhere, she smiled, put down her chopsticks and prepared to clean up the dishes.

When getting up, Wen Yuran suddenly realized something and turned his head.

I saw the little girl standing at the entrance of the restaurant, looking at her for an unknown amount of time.