Chapter 362 Transvestite 6
Wang Xun was forced into a corner and could only stare blankly without focusing on the male ghost's face and stammer to answer him.
"Hahaha, I just said, this dress suits me, it suits me."
After hearing the answer that satisfied him, the male ghost floated to the other side again and continued to take pictures with Wang Xun's spare mobile phone.
"Rou Rou, is there something wrong with this ghost's brain?"
Li Manxiang looked at the male ghost and laughed twice before floating back to continue taking pictures. She carefully tugged at Qing Yanrou's sleeve and asked in a low voice.
"Maybe a little."
Qing Yanrou walked over and snatched the phone from his hand, looking at him coldly.
"What are you doing? Give me back my phone!"
The male ghost's phone was snatched away by her. He couldn't continue taking pictures. His expression changed instantly and he glared at her fiercely.
He glared at Qing Yanrou with fierce eyes for a few seconds, and was instantly defeated by her expressionless face.
"Give it back to me."
Seeing that the hard approach didn't work, the male ghost thought of trying a soft approach. He just pouted his lips and acted coquettishly in a pitiful tone.
Except for Qing Yanrou who remained expressionless and was not affected, the other five people present got goosebumps because of his tone and appearance.
"What do you want to do?"
Seeing that she remained unmoved, the male ghost wanted to snatch the phone away by force, but because of her aura, he could only ask her miserably.
"Why do you stay in someone else's house all the time? Do you know that if you stay with strangers for a long time, they will become unlucky, and in serious cases, their lives may be in danger."
Seeing that he had finally become a little more normal, Qing Yanrou pulled over a chair and sat down and asked.
"I...I've been very controlling myself. I stay away from him when he's around."
"He's already unlucky enough to see blood."
Upon hearing this, the male ghost glanced at Wang Xun secretly, with an embarrassed look on his face, and dared not say anything else.
He had been restrained enough, but he didn't expect that Wang Xun was still affected.
"Tell me, what is your obsession with not going to the underworld? Why do you keep following him?"
"Ah, being a ghost gives me so much freedom. I can dress however I want and no one will control me anymore.
The reason I followed him was because I also watched his live broadcast when he was alive. I knew that he lived alone and had a skirt that I liked. It's true that grown men are careless.
That way, even if I took his skirt away, he might be too careless to care and think he lost it himself."
The male ghost's original name was Meng Song. He had been dead for more than a month and had been living in Wang Xun's house for the past month.
However, Wang Xun could not see him or hear him speak, and Meng Song was always talking to himself.
He also knew that getting too close would not be good for Wang Xun, so he always kept a distance from him and restrained his desires, not touching his skirt.
But today, when he saw Wang Xun actually take out the skirt and start to change into it, his heart, which had stopped beating, began to stir again.
As soon as he got the skirt, it was as if some kind of switch was turned on and he couldn't control himself, so his behavior in the past two hours was a bit excessive.
Before, when Wang Xun went out, he would indulge himself a little.
But as long as he comes back, he will keep his distance and try not to affect him or scare him.
But today, not only did he get the skirt, but he also got the cell phone, so Meng Song couldn't control himself.
After hearing what Tan said, Wang Xun stood there in a daze for a long time before he reacted.
It turns out that this person is not only his fan, but also is pestering him because he wears women's clothing?
Moreover, he actually lived under the same roof with a ghost for a whole month!
He was not feeling well at all.
Wang Xun now reasonably suspects whether he was among the fans who urged him to buy women's clothing.
"Yes, I was the one who shouted the loudest at that time."
Meng Song admitted it very generously, and looked proud and eager for praise.
Wang Xun: “…”
"If you like wearing it so much, why don't you buy it and wear it yourself? Why do you have to commit suicide and then run to someone else's house to wear it?"
Qing Yanrou could see that he committed suicide, and considering his cocky and showy personality, she really didn't understand why he wanted to commit suicide.
Can't I just buy it at home and wear it however I want?
Meng Song's originally excited and proud expression suddenly fell because of her question, and he was in a depressed mood.
After a long while, he spoke in a low voice.
"Because I'm the odd one out. I'm the unfilial son who will bring shame upon them. I'm the one they'll send to a reformatory to be tortured."
Meng Song's parents are both university professors. When they give lectures, they usually talk about some very avant-garde and open topics.
They also encourage their students to be bold and dare to be themselves and not be influenced by worldly views.
However, when they faced the problem of their only son, they were as old-fashioned as uncivilized feudal patriarchs.
When Meng Song was young, because he was well-behaved, his mother made him wear women's clothes for two years on a whim.
Little did he know that this directly caused Meng Song to have a cognitive disorder about his gender since childhood, so that he loved women's clothing when he grew up.
But the Meng couple would never allow their only son to be such an "outlier". How could he get married and start a family like this?
So, when they couldn't change his habit, they sent him to a reform school.
When Meng Song mentioned this reformatory school, he was no longer a human being, but a ghost that did not know cold or heat or pain.
But his soul still trembled, and a trace of fear flashed across his face, which was enough to show how much harm the reform school had caused him.
Qing Yanrou didn't expect to get such an answer. Looking at his reaction, she was a little curious about what kind of school that reform school was.
But seeing how resistant he was, she decided not to ask about the specifics.
"What's with that reformatory school? Where is it?"
"That school was in a remote suburb, with few people and no shops around. The students there were all like me, people who were considered 'different' by our families.
They were all forced in there like me, and experienced the inhumane teachings of those "teachers" there.
Well, it’s more like torture than teaching, a physical and psychological torture.
I couldn't stand it anymore, so I pretended to have reformed successfully and ran away from there, but how could I change my nature?
I was afraid they would send me back to jail, because once I was in jail, even suicide would be a luxury.
So, I committed suicide at home."
When Meng Song talked about that reform school, his face was filled with fear, hatred, and pain.
But when he talked about his own suicide at the end, he was relieved and happy.
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