Do you want to eat hot pot?

At night he suddenly wants to sleep on my bed, I said then I will sleep on the sofa.

I don't want to quarrel with him anymore, it's boring, it makes me feel uneasy even if I'm a ghost.

He touched my face with a smile, then gave me a slap, and sighed, "Why are you losing your temper again?"

He really hasn't smiled at me for too long.

I looked at him stupidly, "Do you love me?"

His hand stroking my face paused, and he didn't speak. I looked at him and waited for a while, but he still didn't speak.

I'm a little impatient, why should I wait.

"Forget it if you don't love me." I said coldly, and pushed him away violently. Although I knew he didn't love me, but seeing his silent appearance, I was really angry.

Isn't this a bastard?If you don't love, you don't love, let me tell you earlier.

Let me wait all day by myself, until I am no longer a human being.

Why should I be wronged like this? I just love him.

I had a headache thinking about it, so I hugged the quilt on the bed and put it on the reclining chair in the study, roll it up and I buried my head in sleep.

Ghosts don't actually need to sleep, only human wastes need these things to end up.

I am no longer human.

Fu Zhuqin didn't know, he thought I was asleep.

Listening to him gently climb up to me and lie down on the other side, my heart seemed to be twisted in a circle, and my limbs were stiff with pain.

It turns out that being a ghost is also waste.

It hurts to be a ghost.