Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

He Yuan booked a hot spring hotel, and the signboard of the hotel is that there are dozens or hundreds of hot spring pools with different effects.

After getting off the helicopter, Jing Luo has been checking the news, wanting to see if there are any survivors of the crashed plane.

Song Yi lowered his head, cupping his ears with his lips, itching: "Still watching?"

Jing Luo couldn't take it anymore.

Ever since he said those words on the plane, Song Yi was like...

Got a pet puppy?

Being stuck by his side all the time made him dizzy and his whole body was in a highly sensitive state.

"Well," he rubbed his nose with his fingertips, whispered, "there is no rescue information yet."

Song Yi rubbed his hair.

In fact, if he really wants to know, it's not difficult, just make a phone call and ask the underworld.

But the other party obviously wanted to have hope, so Song Yi didn't open his mouth to mention it.

He Yuan took out the key cards and handed one of them to Jing Luo: "Here, your room."

I'm used to living in the same room with Song Yi, Jing Luo didn't think there was anything wrong, took it over and said: "Thank you, when the trip is over, I will calculate the price and call you together."

"Success," knowing Jing Luo's temperament, He Yuan didn't force it, "It's up to you."

As soon as Jing Luo entered the room, his flesh ached.

This room...is too good, he thinks the price is more than [-].

The floor is high, the room is large, and there is a separate swimming pool and hot spring outside, and the view from above is not to mention beautiful.

"Xiao Luo," Song Yi squatted by the hot spring, put his index finger in and ticked it, "It's so hot, it looks very comfortable."

"Well, soaking in the hot spring has many benefits." I just don't know if it will be useful to them.

"Bubble?"

"Now?" Jing Luo was taken aback, "It's very late."

"It's okay, go to sleep after soaking, and feel more comfortable, okay?"

He lowered his voice, the last words made Jing Luo's heart itch.

The hot spring is not big, just a small circle.

Obviously, it will be crowded for two people to go down.

The swimming trunks were bought by Jing Luo before, they are new and have never been worn.

Song Yi came out of the bathroom, frowning into a Sichuan character.

He tugged on the bottom of Xiaohong's swimming trunks: "Xiao Luo, it's too tight."

"…………"

is really tight.

Adhesive.

Jing Luo covered his eyes, groped around, and finally found the landline: "...Go and change it, I'll ask the hotel if it's for sale."

Soon, the front desk answered the phone: "Hi, may I help you."

"Hi, may I ask if you...have swimming trunks?"

"Yes," the staff said in a distressed voice, "but it's already five o'clock in the morning, and the store may have to wait an hour and a half before it opens, and the hot spring outside our hotel doesn't open until six o'clock in the morning."

"Ok."

More than an hour, soon.

Song Yi changed out of his swimming trunks and only put on a bath towel underneath. When he came out, he laughed and said, "Xiao Luo, the swimming trunks are a bit small, your waist is too thin."

There is no saying that a man has a thin waist.

Jing Luo couldn't help but lift up the hem of his clothes: "...I still have some muscles."

Indeed, it is not obvious, the lines are beautiful, and they are not deliberately practiced.

Jing Luo's move was like sending himself into the wolf's mouth.

He couldn't even see Song Yi's movements clearly, so he was pinned on the bed.

The man knelt with one leg clasped between his legs, Jing Luo was stunned.

Because of this impact, his skirt was lifted up a little more.

Jing Luo's eyes widened: "...what's wrong?"

Song Yi closed his eyes, lowered his head, and rubbed his lips with his lips.

"Don't move, let me kiss for a while."

Jing Luo really did not move as he said.

Song Yi seemed to have mastered the technique, and soon made him dizzy.

The other party's breath sprayed on the face, Jing Luo seemed to be drunk, half-closed his eyes.

Followed by a shock.

There was a chill in my waist.

"you……"

"Ok?"

Jing Luo's eyes were slightly red, as if he felt a heartbeat that he hadn't felt for a long time.

It was cold from top to bottom, and he felt that his face was about to explode.

—Knock knock knock.

Three crisp knocks on the window instantly awakened Jing Luo.

He put his hands on Song Yi's shoulders and stopped abruptly, his lips were slightly parted, red and swollen.

"Someone."

Song Yi's face darkened instantly.

He lowered his head, and reluctantly pecked the lips of the man under him before standing up quietly.

Jing Luo sat up abruptly, and was immediately frightened.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room, the headless woman was holding her own head, and the eyes on the head were staring at them motionlessly.

…………

The headless woman came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and said calmly, "Did I bother you?"

"You came here with us?" Song Yi narrowed his eyes, put his hands on his waist casually, and his expression was not very friendly.

"What am I following you for?" the headless woman said, "I just found out that you are here."

Jing Luo: "...can you put your head on it first?"

Otherwise, he really couldn't tell her well.

"It's so hypocritical."

The headless woman complained, but she still put her head back.

Jing Luo breathed a sigh of relief, his cheeks were still hot: "What can you do with us?"

"What are you doing here? If you want to exorcise ghosts, I advise you to go back."

"What?" Jing Luo asked suspiciously, "Is there a ghost here?"

The headless woman frowned.

"Aren't you here to catch ghosts?"

"No," Jing Luo said honestly, "We are here to travel."

The headless woman was silent for a while, as if struggling with something, and finally said: "This hotel may be a little weird at night, don't worry about it, she has no malicious intentions."

She knew that even if she didn't tell, Jing Luo and the others would find out soon.

"Is there a ghost in this hotel?" He didn't notice it at all.

"She just left after making a fuss, and you weren't here at that time."

Song Yi was straightforward: "What does that ghost have to do with you?"

"It's ok."

Song Yi sneered coldly: "Don't you think it's funny to say that yourself?"

"..." the headless woman said, "I really have nothing to do with her."

"Then why are you?"

Just as Jing Luo finished speaking, he was interrupted by the doorbell.

He walked up to the cat, and was startled by the scarlet.

Song Yi followed closely, only took a look, then opened the door and swung his fist outside.

Xu Chengyu blocked it with his elbow, and his arm was dented.

Song Yi: "Choose something?"

"Oh, don't, don't, don't," He Yuan stopped Xu Chengyu, "It's just a joke, don't be angry."

Jing Luo stepped aside, revealing the headless woman behind him: "You all came here because you sensed her?"

He Yuan froze for a moment, shook his head, and revealed what he was holding.

It's a deck of poker: "No, it will be dawn in a while, I don't want to sleep anymore, I want to come and play cards with you."

"..."

He Yuan: "What's the matter with this man?"

The two came in, and the headless woman repeated it.

He Yuan was also disdainful: "If you don't make it clear, do you think we will buy it?"

Headless woman: "I really don't know her specific situation."

"Because even she doesn't know it."

Jing Luo: "...What do you mean by that?"

"She doesn't remember who she is." The headless woman sighed, "I met her here a few months ago, and when I came back a few days ago, I found that she was still here—the same as before, I don't remember anything .”

Jing Luo asked, "Will something like this happen after someone dies?"

He Yuan shook his head: "At least I haven't seen it."

"She seems to be in her 20s. I don't know her, and she doesn't know who she is," said the headless woman. "She doesn't even know how she died. She said that she has been dying since she became conscious. Wander around this hotel."

"Then she will be reincarnated," He Yuan said, "Even the Mengpo soup is saved."

"I persuaded her that way too, she doesn't remember anything, what's the point of being a ghost?" The headless woman sighed, "But she refused, she said that although she didn't remember anything, she felt that... There's something she's looking for."

Song Yi: "For example?"

"Like... her corpse."

The headless woman's head was tilted again, she raised her hand to straighten it up: "You should also know that if you become a ghost after death, you must float out of your body. But she is not."

"She searched all over the hotel, but she couldn't find her body."