Chapter 67: So-called Love When I left Lei Yinyin's house...

When I came out of Lei Yinyin's house, the sun was not as strong as before.

It was getting late, so I squinted my eyes and looked up at the sky.

Her stomach growled belatedly, and Su Huaiwang remembered that she had not eaten lunch.

At that time, she and Lin Jue were making out in bed, and had long forgotten what the world was.

Lin Jue was worried about her and asked her if she wanted to eat first.

But people like Su Huaiwang are reluctant at first, but once they get into the mood, they become very clingy, grabbing the other person's wrist and refusing to let the other person leave with tears in their eyes.

Lin Jue had no choice but to follow her wishes and feed her a few mouthfuls of liquid of unknown origin.

As the sweet liquid flowed down her throat, the hunger in her stomach disappeared instantly, and her lower abdomen felt hot. Su Huaiwang was able to rub against her and do it a few more times.

When he suddenly remembered it, Su Huaiwang's face turned red.

She's... so shameless. Tu Zhizhuo was right. The more repressed a person is, the more perverted they tend to be. They say that when you're well fed and warm, you think about sex. How could she actually turn her appetite into lust? It doesn't make any sense at all.

Su Huaiwang sighed and sent a message to Lin Jue on the other side of the screen.

Lin Jue's reply was as quick as ever.

[Lin Jue]: Everything is packed, but I'm not home now. Should I come back?

With a little doubt, Su Huaiwang continued typing.

[Su Huaiwang]: Then where are you?

[Lin Jue]: On the hillside behind the mountain, where we often go.

Su Huaiwang replied, "I'll come to see you," and put away his phone.

She rubbed her stomach. Actually, when she thought about it carefully, she wasn't that hungry. Besides, it wasn't time for dinner yet, so it wasn't a good idea to eat early.

In general, there is only one core idea, which is that finding Lin Jue is more important.

She wanted to see Lin Jue right now.

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Su Huaiwang walked slowly on the hillside bathed in sunlight.

Summer has just passed and the grass and trees are still lush, but as autumn deepens, the hillsides will be covered with broad, yellow leaves.

Su Huaiwang didn't know why there were only a few deciduous trees, but it looked like a deciduous forest.

She and Lin Jue often came here when they took walks and sketched.

The slope here is not steep and the road is flat, so even Su Huaiwang can climb it without any effort.

As soon as she saw Lin Jue's small shadow from afar, a warm feeling surged in her heart.

Maybe this is what love is like. You feel happy when you see the other person, and you miss the other person when you leave.

Despite such obvious behavior, my former self was unwilling to face it and tried desperately to convince myself that this was not love.

Whenever Su Huaiwang thought about it, he felt like laughing.

She lowered her eyelashes, lost in memories. When she looked up again, a delicate face enlarged in front of her.

“!”

Su Huaiwang's heart was pounding with fear. She was sure that this was not a heartbeat in the sense of love, but a heartbeat in the sense of fear.

"Don't, don't get so close to me suddenly. It's a bit scary." She said weakly, taking a breath.

Lin Jue didn't understand why, but he still apologized:

"Okay, I'm sorry, I won't do it again." She just saw Su Huaiwang, and she couldn't help but feel excited when she thought that she had accepted the fact that she was a ghost.

Su Huaiwang looked at her with her head lowered and compliant face, and the anger that had been pent up in his heart could not be vented.

She coughed lightly, and subconsciously moved her body closer to the other person, gently hooking her little finger around the other person:

"Why are you running here? Aren't you going to continue painting?" Su Huaiwang saw the drawing board that Lin Jue had just been facing.

Lin Jue had a smile on his face, and changed their intertwined hands into a tight grip:

"Seeing you, I don't want to think about painting anymore."

His face flushed, and Su Huaiwang hurriedly took her upstairs as if to cover up his guilt.

Lin Jue followed her obediently, his eyes shining, as if he had crushed the light and rubbed it into his pupils, just to always illuminate the figure of the person in front of him.

The distance was not long, and the two of them walked leisurely. Su Huaiwang took the opportunity to ask her:

"So you studied art when you were alive? No wonder you loved painting so much."

Lin Jue pondered: "I don't really like it that much. After all, I'm not pure Lin Jue. Of course, I'm happy when I'm painting, but when I'm alone, I don't particularly want to paint."

Su Huaiwang asked subconsciously: "What do you usually do when you are alone?"

"I miss you." Without any hesitation, the corny words came out from those two perfectly shaped thin lips.

Lin Jue opened his gentle and clear eyes and looked at her accurately. Every detail proved that what she said was true.

Su Huaiwang began to regret asking her these questions.

No matter what she asked, Lin Jue would definitely come back to like her in the end.

Her face has been made red by the continuous attacks. It's not her fault. After all, as a conservative East Asian, she has never heard of direct praise and love since childhood. It is normal for her to feel uncomfortable now.

Lin Jue didn't know what she was thinking, he just kept expressing his love.

It was precisely because of this that Su Huaiwang was so confused that no matter how he responded, it felt awkward.

"...Developing interests is also very important." After a long time, his feverish brain finally provided such a rescue word. Su Huaiwang felt embarrassed when he said it, and he wished he could shrink his head into his neck and not look at her.

She laughed in a clear voice, and the meaning in her smile made Su Huaiwang not want to look at her: "Okay."

Su Huaiwang had no choice but to change the subject abruptly: "Then why are you suddenly interested in painting today?"

"Because I'm happy."

"Happy?"

"Is there anything to be happy about?" These words almost came out of his mouth, and Su Huaiwang quickly looked at them.

So Lin Jue continued:

"Ghosts rarely have such purely positive emotions, so I'm not sure what I should do at this moment. But if it were Lin Jue, she would probably paint a picture before her emotions subside..."

"So you came up to the hillside to paint?"

"Yeah." Lin Jue's voice rose slightly at the end of the sentence, which was rare in the sense of youthful vitality.

Su Huaiwang was also infected by her and felt a little happy. As she walked, she also walked to the easel. She put her hand on the easel and asked her with a smile:

"Can I see what you drew?"

Lin Jue hesitated a little, raised his eyes and looked at her cautiously: "If you don't mind it being a half-finished product..."

Su Huaiwang was a little surprised.

Why should she care if it's a half-finished product?

Even though she thought so in her heart, she still replied, "No."

Lin Jue's face immediately lit up with smiles, and the wind on the hillside that had been tense and stagnant just now began to blow gently and warmly again.

The smile on Su Huaiwang's lips deepened a little, and he turned around to face the content on the easel.

“…”

She couldn't laugh anymore.

It seems that what Lin Jue said, “I usually think of her when I’m alone,” was true.

There was a picture of her on the drawing paper, or strictly speaking, half of her.

Because Lin Jue’s lower body has not been finished yet.

However, judging from the naked upper body, the ghost's painting skills are very good. The woman's dazed expression with closed eyes and the folds of the bed sheet are all painted very vividly.

It makes the painting look beautiful, charming and mysterious.

The only flaw is that the people in this painting

It's her.

The smile on Su Huaiwang's face froze, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't speak.

Lin Jue was still waiting for her praise, looking at her from time to time with shy eyes.

It seems like they have been doing these things frequently since Lin Jue first started painting with her?

Memories intruded into Su Huaiwang's mind at an inopportune time.

She had forgotten how many pictures of her Lin Jue had drawn, and now there was one more.

Or a nude photo.

Could it be that the world they're in is actually some kind of lesbian art film? Must there be some "May I draw you" plot to qualify as art?

Su Huaiwang didn't understand, nor did he want to understand.

She put down the drawing paper with trembling hands and moved her body at lightning speed to block the drawing paper.

"I suddenly remembered something."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Lin Jue's gaze immediately shifted from the drawing paper to her.

"For a while," Su Huaiwang paused and organized his words: "I have been having strange dreams. At that time, I thought it was a psychological problem. Now that I think about it carefully, it seems that something is wrong. Are you related to this matter?"

She had already put it very tactfully.

Lin Jue blinked, his eyebrows curved: "Are you talking about your erotic dream? It was me."

Su Huaiwang took a breath of cold air: "You..."

It turned out that she was not in estrus, but was stuck with something dirty!

"What's wrong?" Lin Jue tilted his head slightly, puzzled.

"You're still asking what's wrong..." Su Huaiwang was about to say something, but then he remembered that the resentful ghost might not understand the ethics and morals of the human world, so he forced himself to hold back the words that were about to come out:

"Why would you do something like that?"

Lin Jue looked at her and suddenly moved closer to her, his slender white fingers resting on her chest:

"Because I want to satisfy you."

"Satisfy me?"

“Yeah,” Lin Jue responded, feeling the sudden acceleration of the pulse at his fingertips: “Isn’t this what you wanted to do?”

"What I want to do...?" Su Huaiwang was stunned, as if he had turned into a tape recorder that could only repeat the end of her sentence.

He swallowed hard, his eyes uncontrollably drawn to the girl's skin beneath her dress.

Gui was not afraid of the cold. She was not wearing much, just a thin layer of clothing. With this movement, a large area of ​​cold white on her shoulders and neck was exposed to Su Huaiwang.

Lin Jue's breath was cold, gently hitting her neck, making her shiver uncontrollably.

Su Huaiwang quickly pushed her away: "Wait, what do you mean?"

Lin Jue frowned slightly in dissatisfaction, but still patiently answered Su Huaiwang: "I can see people's desires. I want to satisfy your desires, and your desire happens to be to make love with me."

Su Huaiwang opened his eyes wide and stammered: "I, I, my desire...?"

"What's wrong?" The desire that had just been aroused in the woman was immediately extinguished. Lin Jue no longer tried to seduce her, but looked at Su Huaiwang nervously.

Su Huaiwang covered his mouth, unable to believe it: "So you are with me... because of my desire?"

Lin Jue keenly sensed that there was something in the woman's words that she didn't like, but he didn't know what it was.

"Yes." She hesitated for a moment and added, "But satisfying your desires makes me happy, you don't have to care about that. If possible, I hope I can satisfy all your desires."

"No, that's not right." Su Huaiwang pushed Lin Jue away, using real strength this time. Lin Jue didn't check for a moment and was pushed back several steps: "The problem is not here..."

"Where is it? Did I do something wrong?" Lin Jue was very anxious. The burn marks on his skin began to appear uncontrollably, but he didn't dare to go forward without permission. He could only stand there and ask questions rapidly.

"Nothing, you didn't do anything wrong."

Su Huaiwang raised his head, his smile pale: "I just suddenly feel a little hungry, let's go back and eat first, okay?"

Lin Jue didn't believe her and looked like he was about to cry: "Do you hate me? Tell me, I will change."

Su Huaiwang sighed, took a step forward, and held her hand: "I told you it's okay."

Lin Jue finally calmed down and leaned his cheek against her arm: "Are you really okay?"

"fine."

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

Su Huaiwang didn't know why Lin Jue would use whether he could sleep with her as a criterion to test whether he liked her.

She took a deep breath:

"able."

Just take a nap, it won’t be a big deal anyway.

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The author has something to say: I hypnotize myself with straight female thinking every day