Chapter 124 The cold hand slid down the waist and rubbed it gently.

The cold hands slid down the waist and rubbed it gently.

The burning pain and the sticky, damp cold intertwined together, causing Yao Yaoyao to jump up with a red face. She immediately left its arms and covered her body with her hands to prevent it from touching her.

"Does it hurt so much? Turn around and let me see." The Ghost King's face became serious, and he immediately grabbed Yao Yaoyao's hands that were trying to block her wound, as if he wanted to remove the useless covering so that he could take a closer look at the wound.

However, its action immediately caused Yao Yaoyao to resist strongly. She jumped up and down and hid on the second floor of the dangerous building, trying not to be touched.

While running, she was afraid that the Ghost King would get angry and tie her up again, so she explained tremblingly: "No...it's okay, it doesn't hurt. Can you...can you go away..."

After circling around her a few times, the black mist stopped, and the negative energy that had been taken back burst out again with bared fangs and claws, wanting to take immediate coercive measures.

"Don't make me say it a second time. Either you come here obediently, or I tie you up. Choose one for yourself."

The ghost king in front of him was surrounded by yin energy, his eyes were unusually red, and there was no room for maneuver at all.

The mist that had originally dispersed came out again, dripping into her red and swollen eyes. She shook her head desperately, with an expression of unwillingness to surrender, and kept muttering: "That won't work, please let me go... No..."

Seeing that she was about to cry again, the ghost king barely suppressed the irritation and anger in his heart. He just felt that the little ghost in front of him was particularly ungrateful. He just wanted to take a look at her wound, not to do anything else. He would be beaten if he concealed his illness and avoided seeing a doctor.

Can't it be touched, but her sister can?

"Why not? Your sister doesn't allow others to touch her?" The red eyes narrowed, as if as long as she dared to nod, it would dare to tear off the cover. It was forbidden to look, but it insisted on looking.

The sudden burst of possessiveness continued to accumulate in its rotten heart, and when it was full, it would overflow. I don't know whether it was originally there or generated later.

Why should the child it picked up and raised listen to others and not it?

No matter who she had been thinking about before, since she brought it out of the alley, there was only it in her heart.

If anyone dared to stop it, it would tear her apart. Several plans to kill her sister suddenly appeared in her mind. The black fog laughed sinisterly a few times.

As for human shame and common sense, how could a ghost king who had almost lost all his memories understand these?

The most instinctive reaction from the depths of her memory told her: she belonged to it, she would trust it with all her heart and be attached to it until the end of her life, and no one could surpass it and occupy her heart alone.

"What are you talking about?" Yao Yaoyao's first reaction was that it was ridiculous. It was ridiculous. She was discussing something weird with a ghost who knew nothing.

She and her sister did not have a relationship beyond sisterhood, and even if she wanted to have one, her sister would not accept it.

A few tears fell from her fluttering eyelashes. Yao Yaoyao took a deep breath and looked up at the relentless black fog. She knew that if she didn't deal with it, she would be the only one to suffer.

Her lips moved for a long time. Her face turned red as the black fog became increasingly impatient. She didn't know where it had touched her sore spot, and she almost roared out: "This has nothing to do with my sister. This kind of place can only be seen by the one you love."

“Not even my sister… Lord Ghost King, do you understand?”

Her sister had never touched it, so it should have been touched. As long as it could be touched, did it mean that it was more important to her than her sister?

"Beloved?" Black Mist read out the conditions for contact in a hoarse voice. It didn't quite understand what it meant, but it knew that as long as it became her beloved, it would surpass her sister and become the only one in her heart.

"From now on, I will be your beloved, Yao Yaoyao." The cold and pale hands slowly stroked her little face and wiped away her tears. The black mist came close to her ears, and the hoarse murmurs echoed ethereal in her ears.

"I am your beloved."

"I am your beloved!"

"The person you love is me!!"

"The person you love is me!! Yao Yaoyao!!!"

…

It recited it over and over again, and seeing that the girl was just trembling and lowering her head without responding, its voice gradually became sharp and trembling, as if it would keep reciting to her as long as Yao Yaoyao disagreed.

Does it know what love is? Has it ever liked someone else? It talks about love in front of her! Is it worthy?

The devilish sound echoed in her head over and over again, and Yao Yaoyao's thin body kept shaking. Her nails dug into the flesh, leaving several bleeding fingerprints.

The already violent Ghost King soon lost his patience and pinched her jaw with his cold hands, forcing her to raise her head to respond to him.

Yao Yaoyao ran head-on into the pitch-black fog. Her body was tightly wrapped by it, revealing only her deep red eyes. Those eyes looked at her obsessively, as red as the blood of a cuckoo's cry, surging with emotions that she was particularly familiar with: possessiveness and uneasiness.

Suddenly, she burst out laughing, and her laughter became louder and louder, until tears began to flow uncontrollably.

It turned out that it was just like her, knowing nothing. How ridiculous, pitiful and sad.

The spring breeze is warm, and it is time for the children in the welfare home to play freely.

A group of three-head-tall children gathered together and played house happily.

The teenage girl was holding a little girl's hand. She glanced at her boredly, let go of the little girl's hand, and gently pushed her.

"Yaoyao, go play. Don't follow your sister all day. Play with your sisters."

"No, follow your sister." The little girl shook her head like a rattle, and she just held the girl's hand again.

The girl looked at the quiet and well-behaved child, then looked at the lively laughter in front of her, sighed, and finally gave in. "Then sister will play with you, okay?"

The little girl thought for a while, nodded, and smiled brightly, with two dimples faintly visible on her cheeks.

With the arrival of the girl, the children who were smiling brightly immediately shushed and started playing fearfully under her ferocious smile.

"They are playing house, what is Yaoyao going to do?"

The little girl thought for a while, then took the girl's hand again and said crisply, "I want to be your sister's wife."

"Why?" The girl raised her eyebrows. She just thought it was extremely funny that a child the same size as her nose, who knew nothing, was going to be her wife.

"Because the director's mother said that only by becoming someone's wife can you be with her for life. I don't want my sister to be with someone else. I want to be with my sister forever."

"Little girl, you're thinking far ahead." The girl nodded her head vigorously and curled the corners of her lips as if smiling.

A woman was leaning on the bed, turning the pages of the book in her hand with her slender fingers.

The girl, who was already a high school student, had just finished taking a bath. Her long hair was wet and water was dripping down from time to time, leaving its mark on her thin clothes, outlining her immature features.

She sat on the woman's legs, hooked her hands around her neck, and rubbed her collarbone affectionately with her nose. Her hot breath sprayed on her ears.

"Sister, Yaoyao wants to tell you a secret."

The woman frowned, gently pushed the girl's face aside, and motioned her to get up from her. Since Yaoyao grew up, they have never been so close. She was just afraid that she would be sad, so the force was very light and she couldn't push her away at all. On the contrary, the girl hung on her even more.

With a brilliant smile, the girl blushed as she gently uttered the secret that had been hidden in her heart for a long time.

"Sister, Yaoyao likes you. Do you like Yaoyao?"

The round almond eyes reflected the woman's fierce face. The faint smile on her face disappeared. She just looked at her sternly and uttered a word coldly.

"Yao Yaoyao, do you know what you are doing? Get down. Don't force me to do it." Her brows were furrowed and her cheeks were tense. She had never seen her sister so angry.

Her rosy face immediately turned pale, and she sobbed a few times in fear, clutching the woman's sleeve tightly.

The woman sighed softly and reached out to hold back the girl's tears.

"Yaoyao, how old are you? Do you know what love is? If you love someone, your heart will beat for her until the end of her life."

"I know. I don't like my sister's eyes on others. I don't like my sister's attention being diverted by others. When I think about the possibility that my sister will be so gentle to others in the future, I get jealous and afraid. I'm afraid that my sister will not want me in the future. As long as I become the person my sister likes, we can live together forever and never separate again. Isn't that good?"

As if she couldn't stand the way the woman looked at her as if she were a child, the girl tightly grasped the woman's burning hand and poured out all her thoughts.

When the woman heard her trembling crying voice, she was stunned for a moment and then sighed.

"Yaoyao, are you really like your sister or are you afraid that she will leave? Are you afraid that the feelings between us will fade because of another person? Can you tell the difference? This kind of possessiveness is not unique to love. It can be family affection or friendship. Yaoyao is still young, it's normal that she can't tell the difference. Don't cry, or you'll become a little cat."

The woman had no choice but to coax the sobbing girl, "If Yaoyao still feels that this kind of feeling is love after she grows up, sister will take Yaoyao's feelings seriously."

she……

She doesn't know.

The hot palm rested on the cold hand. Yao Yaoyao held that hand and pulled it to her heart.

"Master Ghost King, look, it won't beat for anyone anymore."

Yao Yaoyao raised the corners of her lips and smiled, but her eyes, which should have been bright, dimmed completely. Salty tears rolled into her smiling mouth, and it was extremely bitter.