IRDWTSTML [QUICKWEAR] (Edited)

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The female ghost looked at Mu Xingchen and then at Shi An unwillingly. In the end, she still didn't dare to snatch prey from a thousand-year-old evil ghost. She stood aside unwillingly, staring at Mu Xingchen, who was crying, with her bloodshot eyes.

Mu Xingchen was so frightened that all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away in an instant. He tried to sit up straight and away from the chest of the evil spirit behind him. However, in extreme panic, he was too scared to resist. He collapsed limply in Shi An's arms, staring at his hand with tears in his eyes.

Shi An hugged Mu Xingchen's waist, pressed close to him to absorb the warmth from the living body, squinted his eyes comfortably because of the warmth, and in a good mood, he held Mu Xingchen's hand and slowly wrote the word "Shi", and then let go of his hand with satisfaction.

Mu Xingchen's hands were already weak to begin with, and after Shi An's hands loosened, he couldn't hold the brush at all. The brush slipped onto the paper, leaving a long mark of ink on it.

A low voice came from my ear, "It's dirty."

Cold air whizzed into his ears. Hearing the danger implied in those two words, Mu Xingchen cried and apologized, "Yes, I'm sorry."

Mu Xingchen's profile was reflected in Shi An's dark pupils. The little guy apologized pitifully with tears in his eyes. He was so... cute that I wanted to bully him.

He said: "It's okay, I will forgive the little cutie who knows how to apologize."

The others thought Mu Xingchen was apologizing to them and waved their hands and said it was okay.

"Achen, have you ever practiced calligraphy?"

"This handwriting is better than my grandfather's."

Mu Xingchen was almost frozen by Shi An's body temperature. He wanted to say that the words were not written by him, but he was now sitting in the arms of a thousand-year-old evil ghost, with a hideous-faced female ghost standing next to him. His throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and he opened his mouth several times but could not utter a single syllable.

Wei Li, who was sitting next to him, noticed that something was wrong with Mu Xingchen and asked in a low voice, "If you are scared, do you want to go back first?"

Mu Xingchen shook his head stiffly.

Shi An chuckled in his ear and praised, "You made a smart decision." Then he reached into Mu Xingchen's clothes with his cold hands, caressing his warm and smooth skin. He sighed comfortably, "You're so warm. I like it."

Hearing the ghost's praise, Mu Xingchen's mind went blank. What should he say? Thank you for the compliment? Thank you for your love? Or please don't touch me anymore?

"Are you really not going back?"

Mu Xingchen came back to her senses, turned her head with tears in her eyes and looked at Wei Li, and replied in a trembling voice, "I can't go back."

Looking at Mu Xingchen with tears on his face, Wei Li wanted to say something but stopped. He was actually a little scared. He felt that the temperature around him was a little low since he sat down. The most important thing was that Achen acted too scared, as if he had seen something.

Is it possible that there really is a ghost in this house?

Frightened by his own imagination, Wei Li knew that he urgently needed to divert his attention. He stood up and stretched out his hand to his companion opposite him, "Xiao Yu, let me go first."

Xiaoyu, who was about to ask the spirit of the pen to possess him, handed the brush to Wei Li nonchalantly. When he sat down, he glanced at Ah Liu who was still lying on the table pretending to be unconscious, and could not help but kick his feet under the table.