It was getting dark in Yan Li's area.

Wen Haocai should be the real evil spirit.

She felt utterly inferior to him.

Who would have thought that a living person could compete with a ghost in terms of physical strength!

Yan Li, who was trying to escape from the room again, was dragged back by Wen Hao by the ankle and pressed into the bed, as if she had fallen into some kind of gentle embrace and could not escape.

At first, she was able to keep a calm mindset, but later she lost all composure. Why should we expect her to have a composure?

Wen Hao's bed was like a spider's web, and he was the spider demon who sold his body.

The person behind her was licking her earlobe gently and restrainedly, but his actions were another matter. Yan Li, who was truly forced to swallow the bitter pill, could no longer be stubborn, but her repeated apologies did not earn Wen Hao's pity at this moment.

He gently licked away the tears from her eyes, as if he had thought of something difficult. "Why are you crying? When you schemed against me and wanted to leave me, didn't you ever consider the consequences if I found out?"

Wen Hao took the soft flesh of her shoulder into his mouth, sucking it gently, leaving a red mark, and then licked it with great satisfaction, chuckling softly, but not letting go of the hand that was gripping her waist: "Ah Li, you should be glad you didn't betray me."

In fact, Wen Hao had always known that Yan Li looked down on him.

So much so that throughout that year, he felt as if he were living in a dream, and even had extremely despicable thoughts.

It turns out that by depriving her of the love she has, he can make her rely on him to stay by his side.

Even though the thought only flashed through his mind for a moment, it still made him afraid to face Yan Li for several days.

But now, she wants to tell him that that year was also a lie.

Wen Hao felt a pang of pain in his chest, which intensified after hearing Yan Li's insincere apology.

She could have rejected him, as she said, there were so many ways, but she chose the most resolute and cruel one.

So what if I become a ghost?

He thought that life and death would not be a problem between them, but he never realized that from beginning to end, he had overestimated his place in her heart.

"Ah Li, did you ever truly love me?" After an unknown amount of time, the sky began to lighten. Yan Li was held in Wen Hao's arms, his palm gently stroking her back.

Yan Li gritted her teeth, "...Mm."

Good ghosts don't fight with evil people.

But this person seemed to have heard a joke and couldn't help but laugh out loud. He pinched Yan Li's chin and kissed her, invading her territory once again, making her breathless before slowly whispering:

"Is Ali thinking of calming me down first?"

"After all, he can't endure it for more than a few days before he can get away?"

In just a moment, Yan Li felt as if her heart, which should have died, had learned a special skill again, beating so fast that it made her panic.

As if sensing Yan Li's stiffness, Wen Hao gently massaged Yan Li's waist with his fingertips, his tone light and indifferent: "Unfortunately, Ah Li miscalculated this time. If I don't let go, you can't go anywhere."

Yan Li: ...

That's true, but not letting go really means not letting go. As if recalling some unpleasant memories that led to past transgressions, Yan Li sighed and stubbornly insisted.

"I didn't intend to leave either."

"I just want to be the only one left in your world."

Wen Hao naturally didn't believe Yan Li's forced explanation, but for him, the truth or falsehood was no longer important at this moment.

…*…

[End of article]

Author's Closing Remarks:

I don't know how many people will still be able to see this. I can't help but feel a little emotional. This day of farewell seems somewhat familiar. First of all, I would like to thank all the readers who have accompanied me.

I often think I'm not a good cook, and it's really unethical to trick readers into eating my food. But then I look at my wallet and think it's better to be unethical and earn more.

Haha, I've gone a bit off-topic.

They say that nighttime is when your thoughts are at their best, so I wrote the ending tonight. For some reason, I feel a little reluctant to let it go, just like when I hurriedly handed in my exam paper after the exam.

Perhaps many places are left blank.

But nobody cared. (¨?)

There are no side stories.

High EQ: I really like this idea. The general story is based on various supernatural tales, but I have never written this kind of subject matter before, so I tried to integrate it into a short story. I may continue to write this series in the future if I have the opportunity.

Low emotional intelligence: Inspiration fails, and you can't write.

As the common saying goes:

Meetings are always unexpected, while partings are carefully considered.

My wish is that everything goes well for us, that we are happy every day, and that we look forward to meeting again. Goodbye!

——September 28, 2024, 1:30 AM.