He intentionally pressed firmly against her forehead, and when the little woman looked at him with puzzled, tearful eyes, the man helplessly curled his lips and said, "After all this, you thought you were getting intimate with a ghost?"
Qian Sisi's watery, tear-filled eyes blinked.
The man grew even more disdainful, "Could a ghost be as handsome as me?"
Having said that, he quickly corrected himself, "Of course, if it were me turned into a ghost, being this handsome wouldn't be a problem! But Qian Sisi, haven't you ever read ghost stories? Can a ghost be as gentle as me?"
He grabbed Qian Sisi's small hand and boldly slid it under the hem of his clothes, caressing his firm chest muscles.
