Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

When the soft and cold lips pressed against the side of his neck, Jiang Chi inevitably shuddered.

It feels all too familiar.

Relying on his height advantage, he likes to rush up from behind without saying hello, announcing to everyone the belonging of the person in his arms in a way that is both protection and imprisonment.

The ice-like skin exuding cold air and the young man's soft and vital skin were tightly attached without leaving any gaps, like a traveler who is going against the wind and snow in the cold winter months, yearning for the last with an almost crazy attitude. Warm shelter.

An arm slowly slid down the boy's thin shoulder and neck, along the thin willow-like arm, and then to the boy's porcelain white and red knuckles.

The invisible man behind him stroked the secretly shining diamond ring on Jiang Chi's knuckle inch by inch.

The man who ordered this diamond ring has untold wealth. No matter how expensive jewelry is to him, it is no different from glass beads. He gave Jiang Chi so many priceless treasures, but this ring is the only one that shines in life. The light among the stars seemed to be much dimmed.

It is not the top diamond in the world, without those noble birth certificates, and it does not come from one of the most famous diamond mines in the world. It looks ordinary and dull, it is set in a rough base, and it is personally set. The craftsman of this ring does not seem to be very skilled, and there are small knife marks left by careless everywhere on the silver ring.

The owner of the ring carves it very carefully, but he is a man who is like a fish in water in the business field, but facing this kind of handmade product, he seems to be born with three souls and lost seven souls. He hammered it with a small hammer for so long, and the final product is still Not as expected.

Jiang Chi remembered that this ring was taken out by the man the night he crossed over.

"I've wanted to give it to you for a long time." The man still had a faint fragrance of cologne between his lips and teeth, and a faint sincere smile on his face. The ice-white palm with countless blood was so preciously dragging the boy's fingertips, slowly pushing the diamond ring into the root of the finger.

Just the right size and fit perfectly.

What was Jiang Chi thinking at that time? He was like a little rabbit who was kissed by someone inexplicably and even the hair was messed up. Is there no conspiracy?

Like a gust of cold wind, Zhuang Yunyi's ghost lightly hugged the boy in his arms. The little rabbit shivered, its ears drooped pitifully, and its soft white fur stood up in fright.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

The dead Zhuang Yunyi stretched out his hand to gently stroke the top of the young man's hair, and the palm fell from his forehead to Jiang Chi's face, but he covered his blue eyes shining with tiny stars.

The fluffy eyelashes carefully rubbed against the man's palm.

Jiang Chi was so nervous.

He doesn't know what Zhuang Yunyi's situation is now. It's obvious that he has become a ghost. It's just his mind. Can he still maintain normal thinking?Will he be like those ghosts in horror movies, lose his sanity in life and become a ghost that can only kill people?

"Coax him." The system whispered in his ear, "Calm his emotions first, maybe it will be better, think about what he liked most when he was alive, what did you call him?"

What do you call him?

Jiang Chi's face was stiff.

In order to prevent players from revealing some unsuitable clips during the game live broadcast, the general scene system will directly block the camera, and sometimes even the system does not know some too private things.

Jiang Chi gritted his teeth, a light blush spread over his frosty cheeks.

Zhuang Yunyi stroked the ring with his hand, and slowly lifted up the boy's shirt.

The familiar coolness spread from the back, Jiang Chi opened his eyes wide: "Then, that night, it was you, right?"

Zhuang Yunyi didn't speak, just smiled lowly.

This is considered an admission.

What a hobby, playing with my wife in front of other men.

Seeing that Zhuang Yunyi's hand was about to slip to a more secret place, Jiang Chi grabbed his hand subconsciously, gritted his teeth and turned around to hug the ghost.

At first, I thought that I would embrace a piece of air, but when I turned around, I saw Zhuang Yunyi's figure that was the same as usual.

He hugged the man's thin waist, buried his face in the man's chest, and prayed frantically in his heart that no one would notice his current appearance.

Shame made his cheeks burn like fire.

His voice is so soft, like a freshly baked sugar cake, when you poke the warm skin, a sweet and greasy heart will flow out:

"Old, husband..."

He was about to be overwhelmed by shame, tremblingly speaking love words that even he couldn't bear to listen to, his feverish cheek pressed against the ghost's cold chest and forced to cool down, "I miss you very much."

It's really a word that makes anyone feel soft after hearing it.

Zhuang Yunyi's tall figure hangs on Jiang Chi's body, like a huge hugging bear with funny shape, but the words he speaks are very inappropriate: "Really? Where do you think?"

Well, what a rascal.

Jiang Chi covered his face and couldn't believe it was what Zhuang Yunyi said.

Zhuang Yunyi, who has become a ghost, no longer wears the pretentious pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes still look like gods looking down. He is very noble, but neither what he does nor what he says has anything to do with Gao Jie.

Jiang Chi suddenly trembled.

This time it was not out of fear.

Instead, the man's hand began to slide along the young man's slender waistline to a more beautiful place. Jiang Chi couldn't stand such a charming and affectionate touch, and because he was too nervous, he kept tense all the time, causing every inch of his skin to slip. They have become many times more sensitive than usual, and they will cry when touched lightly.

"Is it here?"

His palm was very broad, and when he was covering Jiang Chi's heart, he kneaded the handful of slightly bulging soft Chunxue maliciously, insisting on leaving his own palm marks on it.

Jiang Chi was pinched so hard that he wanted to cry, and then remembered that he said this first, so he could only lie in his arms and let this beast in a gentle coat do whatever he wanted to him.

"Still here?"

Zhuang Yunyi's hand slid down his chest to his back.

Jiang Chi's lower back was also beautiful, with jade-like muscles and bones covered with a layer of snow-white flesh. There were two exquisite waist pockets on his lower back, which could hold a little clear and intoxicating spirits.

It's really mesmerizing.

His flirtatious, naive and sensitive little wife.

Zhuang Yunyi, who has become a ghost, has not changed a bit of rationality. In this illusion of another world, he vainly embraces his little wife, teases his sensitive auricles with his lips and tongue, and pushes people out like a little beast. Sobbing and crying.

Zhuang Yunyi looked down at Jiang Chi's trembling eyelashes, those pitch-black eyes appeared sharp and deep after losing the cover of the gold-rimmed glasses, making it impossible to hide under his eyes.

The man smiled, and the corners of his ruthless lips curled up: "Actually, that's pretty good."

"?" Jiang Chi raised his eyes halfway through crying, with tears still in their sockets, and looked up at the man blankly.

Zhuang Yunyi reached out to wipe away Jiang Chi's tears.

Tears fell on the back of Zhuang Yunyi's hand, scalding a deep red circular wound on the man's smooth skin.

Human tears are weapons for ghosts to hurt them.

People who are dead don't need to be tied down by the emotions of the world.

Zhuang Yunyi felt the burning pain on the back of his hand without changing his face, and slowly wiped away the tears hanging from Jiang Chi's eyelashes.

Not only did the man not feel uncomfortable, this little pain even gave him a strange sense of pleasure.

For me, cry a little more.

It's okay to die in your tears.

"If I become a ghost, no one will be able to see me except Xiaochi, then I will be Xiaochi alone." Zhuang Yunyi is completely indifferent to his property that has made countless people jealous to bleed, and feels very comfortable holding Jiang Chi. happy look.

"So, it's fine for us to live like this for the rest of our lives, isn't it?"

Jiang Chi was startled.

He pressed Zhuang Yunyi's hand.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyelashes trembling rapidly: "Of course, I just have a question for you?"

"Who killed you?"

The man tilted his head, stared at the young man's clear eyes for a while, shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "I'm sorry, but I also forgot."