Chapter 77: Ripper from the fog city

Tan Xueci’s eyelids were wet and red, as if he was shy, but he still knelt up a little straighter, reached out, and slowly lifted the hem of his black skirt, which was bunched up like a flower bud. His snow-white thighs were fully exposed, and the soft flesh at the top of his thighs quivered slightly. Just imagining it, you could tell how fragrant it would be if you buried yourself in there.

“Husband…” Tan Xueci’s face flushed with embarrassment as he called out softly.

‘He didn’t believe those people’s nonsense. He and his husband were fine. As long as he coaxed him a little, his husband would definitely tell him everything.’

The evil ghost was momentarily stunned. He didn’t know what his wife was doing, but his peach blossom eyes were still heavy with desire.

Tan Xueci’s slender, fair fingers trembled as they lifted the hem of his skirt. His mouth, reddened from being sucked on earlier in the evening, was slightly open.

He looked down at him from above and could see his moist, red tongue. He looked both beautiful and pitiful.

If he were really that obedient, he would be reluctant to bully him. But everyone knew that this little lamb was full of mischief. With a turn of his dark, sheep-like eyes, he’d come up with a bad idea, making people think it would be fine to drag him into bed and screw him senseless.

Anyway, since he was so bad, he deserved to be punished.

Tan Xueci wasn’t going commando. He wasn’t that kind of slutty little sheep. In fact, he was wearing very tight underwear that could completely wrap his perky little buttocks.

He Xunye had bought this underwear for him. Because it was too tight, he usually didn’t like wearing it.

Not only was it tight, but the crotch was also narrow. When squeezed by his thigh flesh, it almost turned into a thin line.

Of course, he didn’t know what shape his underwear had become. He just thought it was very snug and couldn’t be pulled off easily.

‘Later, if He Xunye really wanted to f*ck him, he would act cute and say, “Husband, I can’t get my underwear off,” and then just half-heartedly jerk the dead man off. It was said that men were vulnerable at that moment, and maybe male ghosts were the same.’

‘Then he would lean close to He Xunye and ask him what he was doing outside. He Xunye would definitely tell him honestly.’

Tan Xueci thought it was a beautiful plan. He felt very safe, so he lifted his skirt high. His knees, rubbing against the bed, were pink, making his legs look even whiter and smoother.

However, the evil ghost’s dark, gloomy eyes lowered. His damp, red lips curled up, but the black flame in his hand suddenly shot toward him like a little snake, burning the edge of his underwear clean off.

Tan Xueci: “…”

Tan Xueci was startled. The flame was cold and didn’t hurt, but if it continued to burn, his tiny, palm-sized underwear would be completely gone. He held onto his skirt desperately, tears in his eyes. But this damn skirt was so short it couldn’t even cover his butt. No matter how hard he tugged, he couldn’t hide the view underneath.

Tan Xueci fumbled around for a long time, while the evil ghost watched with leisurely amusement and almost laughed out loud.

He pushed Tan Xueci’s shoulder. Tan Xueci, caught off guard, fell onto the bed.

The evil ghost braced his knees on the edge of the bed. His pupils were pitch-black, his overly deep face carrying a strong sense of oppression. The veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly as he held down his wife and directly “opened the lid to eat.”

Tan Xueci didn’t even have time to ask anything before he was rendered speechless. He could only lie there, eyes wet, looking up and panting.

The evil ghost’s long, slender fingers thrust straight in, stuffing themselves into his mouth. He pumped in and out shallowly a few times, forcing him to open his throat, then took out a finger, a piece of corpse, and tried to shove it down his throat.

Tan Xueci’s whole body went limp, and he had no strength in his hands anymore. But his pupils constricted, and he whimpered and struggled, trying to get away.

He struggled so hard that forcing it in might hurt him. He Xunye stopped, but he looked down at him and still hadn’t given up, holding that finger.

The evil ghost’s palm was burned black by his own corpse. Dark red blood dropped down his palm and onto Tan Xueci’s snow-white shoulder.

Tan Xueci’s lips trembled. He Xunye was very good to him, but dead ghosts were probably all this stubborn.

Just like those ghosts he had encountered before: gloomy, resentful, stubborn… They would never give up on what they wanted to do.

He Xunye was like that too.

“Baby,” the evil ghost’s heavy black eyes looked at him, put that finger into his own mouth, his thick, long eyelashes lowered. It seemed blood was starting to flow from inside his mouth as well. He leaned down close to Tan Xueci and called him in a muffled voice, “Baby, take a bite.”

Tan Xueci looked at the traces of blood at the corner of his mouth. His eyelashes fluttered. He reached out to touch He Xunye’s face, then wrapped his arms around his neck, raised his head, bit the finger, and, with a resigned heart, swallowed it down his throat with a gulp.

He Xunye’s peach blossom eyes curved, as if he was very happy. He lowered his head and nuzzled against his neck.

His skin was pale, his eyes pitch-black. He was like a wolf-dog dependent on its owner, and a dead one at that, returning home in the middle of the night, huge, and still clinging to his owner for affection.

… and a bit numb.

… Usually, he couldn’t feel the existence of that hand and didn’t feel full.

But when He Xunye wanted him to feel it, he would see the outline of a man’s large hand on his thin belly.

… moved around, like an octopus tentacle with suction cups, sticking to the wet, red mucous membrane inside him, touching everywhere.

Tan Xueci parted his lips to catch his breath. It didn’t hurt, but he couldn’t help squirming. With blurred tears, he tried to grab that piece of corpse, but it was like a slippery fish, docilely coming up to touch his palm before quickly swimming away again.

This feeling was too strange. He was so stirred up that he couldn’t think at all. He felt like his brain had been fucked too.

The evil ghost lay in his arms like he had done something wrong, but from the moment he gave him the finger, he never stopped doing what he was supposed to do the whole time.

He didn’t suffer any loss.

But maybe because the dead ghost was too beautiful, Tan Xueci cupped his face, made him open his mouth like checking a dog’s teeth, and saw faint black-red blood stains on his tongue. He felt a little sorry for him.

Tan Xueci was dizzily fucked all night. The next day, he sat up abruptly and remembered that he hadn’t asked anything.

‘He got fucked for nothing!’

Tan Xueci raised his head and cried out loud, startling even the cloth doll that was sleeping on his pillow. The doll got up, came over to Tan Xueci, also raised its head and wiped its tears, leaving two round wet marks on the fabric of its face.

Tan Xueci sobbed for a while. There were still teardrops hanging from his eyelashes. His eyes were red, and so was the tip of his nose. Sniffling, he reached for his phone.

It had been ringing all night. It seemed many netizens had sent him messages, but he hadn’t had time to look.

[1021L: Where’s the OP? Why aren’t you talking?]

[1638L: I’ve already bookmarked this as my cyber pet. I’ll watch it over and over when I’m in a bad mood.]

[2307L: Laughing. Suspect the OP has already gone to sweet talk his dear husband. It’s okay, I get it. Even though the husband has mistresses outside, they are the hotel, but you are the home.]

[3765L: Seriously, enough. I feel like the next step is to evolve into a cold-faced panty-washer, give birth to three kids for the husband, and then say he’s sealed his heart and locked away love, that the husband is just a teammate.]

…

If they directly insulted him, Tan Xueci could understand. But when they beat around the bush, he was confused. His pretty little face scrunched up as he thought for a long time. Finally, he understood a little.

It meant no longer loving the husband but unable to get a divorce, so the husband is at most a roommate or teammate.

‘Isn’t that the same as him!’

Tan Xueci cried loudly for a while, mourning his dead marriage, then wiped his tears and got up. He declared that from now on, He Xunye was just his teammate.

The production team found a suitable actor to replace Lan Ke, so Tan Xueci resumed work after a few days at home.

But recently, there were many urban legends. People often encountered ghosts at night. The director was also afraid of accidents, so they wrapped up early every evening, and Tan Xueci wasn’t very busy.

Tan Xueci didn’t know many characters, but he had fast internet. Since he wasn’t busy lately, he often patrolled online to see if anyone was insulting him.

He also checked his private messages. When he saw fans praising him, he would snicker furtively.

In the evening at the set, he had just finished a scene and was lying on a chair scrolling through his phone. His ex-husband and current teammate was beside him, holding a drink and occasionally feeding him.

His brows furrowed. A private message caught his attention. The user ID was “Xiaoxue’s Long-Lost Birth Mother.”

[Xiaoxue’s Long-Lost Birth Mother: Ahhh, what should I do, Xiaoxue? I’m so scared, but I don’t know who to tell. I feel like someone is peeping into our house.]

Tan Xueci thought for a moment and replied to her.

[Tan Xueci: What’s wrong?]

The other party seemed to be online and was excited to shriek when she realized Tan Xueci had replied.

[Xiaoxue’s Long-Lost Birth Mother: Wuwuwu, it’s really Xiaoxue! Holy shit, sorry, am I disturbing you? I didn’t know you read private messages.]

Tan Xueci couldn’t type that many characters, so he started commanding his teammate to type for him. He dictated while He Xunye sent the messages.

[Tan Xueci: It’s okay. You said someone is peeping into your house. What’s going on?]

[Xiaoxue’s Long-Lost Birth Mother: Actually, I don’t have any evidence. I just feel weird. I have twin younger siblings, both in elementary school. Lately, when I pick them up from school at night, I always feel like someone is following us. When we get home, sometimes I suddenly feel like someone is watching us through the peephole. I’m really freaked out. I can’t sleep at night. My parents say it’s because of all the rumors lately, that many people are falsely claiming they’ve seen ghosts and it’s scared me into being paranoid. But I really feel like there’s a pair of eyes staring at us. It’s like… it’s like I’m about to die.]

Tan Xueci sat up. If he hadn’t seen this message, it would have been fine, but he happened to see it.

Even if he were a big villain, he would protect his own minions. He couldn’t just ignore a fan’s impending death.

Besides, other people called him “little mistress,” “little mom,” and said they wanted to sleep in his belly, as perverted as the dead ghost. But this fan was familiar; she was his big fan, called him “baby,” and said she was his mom.

The evil little lamb loved every mom equally.

[Tan Xueci: If you trust me, give me your address, and I’ll go check it out.]

Xiaoxue’s Long-Lost Birth Mother let out another series of wuwu, then decisively sent him her home address and contact information.

Tan Xueci felt it was urgent. What if something happened? And her home wasn’t far from the set. So he arranged with her to go to her place after wrapping up that night.

At 8:30 PM, Tan Xueci and He Xunye arrived at the community where the girl lived. She had just gotten off work and was waiting for them at the community gate, waving at them from a distance.

The girl was wearing a white down jacket, with her black hair tied up in a bun. She was short, at most 1.6 meters tall, petite and cute. She told Tan Xueci her name was Jiang Caiwei.

Online, she claimed to be Tan Xueci’s long-lost mother, but when she actually met him, she became shy. With a red face, she asked Tan Xueci, “Can I call you Xiaoxue?”

Tan Xueci nodded.

Jiang Caiwei looked at the tall man beside him, her eyes unable to hide her excitement. She leaned close to Tan Xueci and whispered, “Xiaoxue, your husband came with you?”

“No,” Tan Xueci said with a cold face, “He’s my teammate.”

Jiang Caiwei: “…”

Jiang Caiwei: ???

He Xunye, who had been following behind Tan Xueci, playing with his scarf, raised an eyebrow when he heard that.

Tan Xueci had apparently already relegated him to the status of teammate, and a loathsome one at that. His little face collapsed as he slapped away He Xunye’s hand, ignored him, and asked Jiang Caiwei for details.

“There’s this urban legend lately,” Jiang Caiwei said, getting a bit scared. She hugged her arms and rubbed them, leaning closer to Tan Xueci. “It’s called the ‘London Fog Ripper.’”

Tan Xueci knew about this. He wasn’t good at studying, but he was well-versed in horror stories.

Like Sadako or Hanako-san in the toilet. He seemed to have a natural talent for learning about them quickly.

The London Fog Ripper case originally occurred in London. The murderer prowled at night, brutally killing five prostitutes near Whitechapel and disemboweling them. But recently, there was a serial killer who also liked to disembowel people, so many people had started calling him the London Fog Ripper.

“Seven or eight people have been killed already,” Jiang Caiwei said, her lips pale. “All families with children around seven years old. The whole family was murdered at night, disemboweled, and left on the street.”

And not all of them were complete families. Some had several children, but as long as there was one around seven, they were targeted.

She was twenty-two, had just graduated from college not long ago, and found a job as a clerk at a company. Her parents had originally wanted a second child, but ended up having twins. That made her family have three children.

Her younger brother and sister were both seven years old.

Although there were many children in the family, they got along well. Her parents didn’t make the twins a burden on her, so she actually liked them. Sometimes, when work wasn’t busy and her parents were cooking at home, she would pick them up from school.

This community was large, with over sixty buildings, and had a high occupancy rate. At night, looking up, you could see lights in every home.

They were about to reach the building where Jiang Caiwei lived. Her eyes lit up slightly as she pointed to one of the lit houses and said to Tan Xueci, “That’s my home.”

Tan Xueci looked up with her. He understood Jiang Caiwei’s fear. He Wuling and Xu Yuzhu were a pair of crazy people, but he still liked He Xunye’s home. He liked the lights at home, let alone Jiang Caiwei, who had parents and siblings who loved her.

Just as Tan Xueci was looking, he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind.

“Xiao Ci?” The voice was surprised.

Tan Xueci was startled. He turned around and found it was Xie Yun.

Xie Yun was wearing a gray wool coat. He had silver wire-rimmed glasses, looking refined and scholarly. Although he was already twenty-nine, he looked young and elegant.

“Doctor Xie.” Tan Xueci felt a bit guilty for no reason.

He hadn’t been to the hospital in a long time, and after he started believing there really were ghosts, he had even thrown away his medicine and hadn’t taken it for months.

He had known Xie Yun for so many years, but it was only ever a doctor-patient relationship. This was the first time he learned that Xie Yun lived in this community.

“Long time no see.” Xie Yun didn’t blame him for not following medical advice. Instead, he smiled at him gently.

The warm yellow streetlamp cast a soft glow on the shoulders of his gray coat, making his whole demeanor comfortable and gentle. He was carrying a shopping bag, as if he had just come back from the supermarket, with some meat and vegetables, looking very domestic.

He asked Tan Xueci curiously, “What are you doing here?”

Tan Xueci didn’t say he was here to catch a ghost for his fan, since that was Jiang Caiwei’s privacy. So he stammered, “A friend invited me to her place.”

Jiang Caiwei didn’t know who Xie Yun was, but when she heard Tan Xueci say that, she caught on quickly and nodded along.

“I see.” Xie Yun adjusted his glasses, not sure if he believed it, but he didn’t say anything else. Instead, he turned his gaze to the tall man lurking like a shadow behind Tan Xueci.

He met the evil ghost’s dark, thick eyes and took the initiative to greet, “Mr. He.”

He Xunye nodded slightly but didn’t say anything.

Xie Yun didn’t seem to mind. He looked back at Tan Xueci, this time with a bit more worry in his eyes, and said, “Xiao Ci, I’ve watched your shows. I’ve been worried about you this whole time.”

He was over 1.8 meters tall. Although older, he didn’t look old. Standing together, they seemed like a good match. He reached out to take Tan Xueci’s hand, as if filled with concern.

“Doctor Xie,” He Xunye finally spoke, his dark eyes heavy. The evil ghost stepped forward, smiling as he took his wife’s hand in his palm, “I’ve always wanted to meet you, but never had the chance.”

“Is that so?” Xie Yun lowered his hand, the silver wire-rimmed glasses hiding the emotions in his eyes. “I’ve also long heard of Mr. He’s reputation.”

Tan Xueci and Jiang Caiwei stood together, shrinking their heads. On such a cold night, they inexplicably sensed a hint of gunpowder.

“Baby,” He Xunye suddenly turned to Tan Xueci and said, “Go upstairs with her. It’s okay, nothing will happen. Dr. Xie and I have a few things to discuss.”

Tan Xueci didn’t know what they could have to talk about, but he didn’t want to stay here either, so he followed Jiang Caiwei to her home.

Once Tan Xueci’s figure disappeared, He Xunye turned back. Xie Yun smiled at him politely and said, “What does Mr. He want to talk about? I heard Mr. He is a professor at Jingda University. It’s my honor to converse with you.”

“Actually, nothing much,” He Xunye said, hands in his pockets, looking very casual as he leaned against an unknown car behind him. The man’s dark peach blossom eyes held a smile, but seemed a bit troubled. “I heard Dr. Xie is a big name in psychiatry. I think I have some mental issues, so I wanted to ask Dr. Xie to take a look at me.”

“Then Mr. He should go to the hospital and register,” Xie Yun’s tone was without edge, as if it was just a kind suggestion. But he added considerately, “But since we’ve met, it’s okay. Mr. He can tell me, what do you think is the problem?”

“I was dismembered,” the evil ghost’s deep black eyes were embedded in the night, as if dark tides were surging in his pupils. He pulled open a sinister, red-lipped smile and said, “I have severe depression, insomnia, vivid dreams, and it seems I have violent tendencies.”

Xie Yun: “…”

The corners of Xie Yun’s mouth twitched slightly. His eyes cooled down a bit, and it was hard for him to maintain his composure, but he still said, “Mr. He shouldn’t joke around.”

“I’m not joking,” He Xunye pressed his palm to his own chest, a bloody glint rising in his eyes. He smiled and said, “I was dismembered, and they stole my heart.”

His demeanor was frivolous and dissolute. It was hard to imagine what kind of person Tan Xueci was messing around with.

Xie Yun’s face turned completely cold. Staring at the smiling evil ghost, he said coldly, “Mr. He may not understand. I am a psychiatrist, not a psychologist. I can’t help you. You should find someone else.”

Tan Xueci didn’t know what He Xunye was talking about with Xie Yun. He followed Jiang Caiwei upstairs. Jiang Caiwei’s family lived on the seventh floor. Their building had four units per floor. Two units faced the elevator, and the other two were on the sides, facing each other.

Jiang Caiwei’s unit was on the left, number 701, and opposite was 704.

There were many possibilities for being spied on. It could be acquaintances, relatives, neighbors, someone else in the community, or just a thief.

Of course, it could also be a ghost.

“Actually, I suspect him…” Jiang Caiwei pointed to the apartment opposite hers, 704, and whispered to Tan Xueci.

704 was occupied by a male college student, very tall, quite handsome. He lived off-campus normally and came home every day, and his class time was about the same as Jiang Caiwei’s work hours.

Jiang Caiwei had run into him several times carrying a big black plastic bag back home. She didn’t know what was inside.

And at night, there was always a sound of chopping coming from his apartment, sometimes even in the middle of the night.

The other two units were: 702, where a single father lived with his daughter. That little girl was also seven years old. Jiang Caiwei used to see her often, but this year she seemed to be sick and hadn’t gone out.

703 was a girl about her age, who had just graduated and started working. They had added each other as friends and often went shopping together. They had a good relationship.

While Jiang Caiwei was talking to Tan Xueci, they heard the elevator chime. A girl with long, straight hair walked out. When she looked up and saw Tan Xueci and Jiang Caiwei, she was stunned for a moment.

“That’s the girl from 703 I told you about,” Jiang Caiwei said, raising her hand to wave. “Xiao Yao, you’re off work.”

The girl was named Guan Yao, and she worked as an accountant at a small company.

Guan Yao obviously recognized Tan Xueci, her eyes wide with surprise. Jiang Caiwei quickly made a gesture to her, signaling her to pretend she hadn’t seen anything.

Guan Yao gave her a teasing look, then understandingly made an OK sign. No matter why Tan Xueci was there, a celebrity’s schedule shouldn’t be made public.

“What are you guys doing?” Guan Yao still asked curiously, because Jiang Caiwei and Tan Xueci looked suspicious.

“It’s what I told you before,” Jiang Caiwei said. “I feel like someone’s peeping. Xiaoxue came to help me check it out.”

She had been suspecting her home was being spied on for a while, partly because she wasn’t the only one who thought so.

Guan Yao had also said she felt something was off in the hallway lately, but couldn’t pinpoint what.

Guan Yao was also a bit scared. She lived alone, and she didn’t have kids. So she followed Jiang Caiwei and the others into the Jiang family home, wanting to see if there was really a problem.

Jiang Caiwei’s parents weren’t home. They worked at the same company and were both working overtime tonight. Her younger siblings had been playing with building blocks, but when they saw people coming, they looked up curiously. They were well-behaved and didn’t make noise or speak.

Tan Xueci wasn’t some kind of master, but perhaps because he had been with He Xunye for so long, he could now distinguish yin qi with his naked eye. If there was any dirty thing in Jiang Caiwei’s house, even if that thing wasn’t there at the moment, he could see the yin qi left behind.

But Jiang Caiwei’s house was perfectly clean. It didn’t seem like any dirty thing had been there.

Jiang Caiwei hadn’t expected to find out what was going on right away, since she herself was clueless.

Tan Xueci added her as a friend and told her to inform him if anything happened again, and that he would come back to check in a while.

Tan Xueci thought it was quite late and unsafe, so he didn’t ask Jiang Caiwei to see him off. Before leaving, he gave Jiang Caiwei and Guan Yao each some talismans for warding off evil.

Tan Xueci descended one flight of stairs. When he turned around, Jiang Caiwei and Guan Yao were standing on the stairs arm in arm, looking down at him. The two girls waved at him together. Maybe because their movements were so synchronized, Tan Xueci inexplicably felt a sense of dread.

He didn’t dare stay any longer and quickly went down to find He Xunye.

But He Xunye was no longer where he had been. He searched around and finally found He Xunye near the fitness equipment in the community.

The night was heavy, and the moon was bright tonight. He Xunye sat alone on a swing.

The evil ghost was tall with long legs, and the swing was a bit too low for him.

He raised his eyelids and looked at Tan Xueci.

“Husband,” Tan Xueci’s little face turned pale with fright. He widened his eyes and called out as he ran, “Husband.”

The evil ghost propped his long legs on the ground, making the swing sway slightly. He looked a bit surprised, as if he didn’t know who he was calling husband. With a raised lip, he drawled in a teasing tone, “So Teacher Tan is that kind of person, huh? Calling a teammate ‘husband’?”

Tan Xueci: “…”

‘Are you sick?’

‘Making it sound like I’m the one playing around.’

Tan Xueci glared at He Xunye, slightly embarrassed and annoyed, then turned to leave. He didn’t want to stay in this neighborhood anymore.

But after walking a few steps, he found that there was no ghost behind him. That dead ghost was still sitting on the swing.

“What are you doing there?” Tan Xueci had to ask. “Aren’t you coming home?”

He Xunye’s shiny black leather shoes scraped the ground. He lazily looked up and said, “Waiting for my wife to come pick me up.”

Tan Xueci: “…”

‘You dead thing.’

“…” Tan Xueci held back for a moment, trying to figure out what he was playing at, and asked, “Where is your wife?”

He Xunye looked around as if he was searching for someone but couldn’t find them. The evil ghost, dressed in a suit, looked handsome and tall. With a half-smile, he said, “Don’t know. Maybe she hasn’t come yet.”

Tan Xueci was really getting angry. He didn’t want to stand here acting crazy with him. He walked over and grabbed He Xunye, intending to leave.

He Xunye followed his momentum, letting him pull him up from the swing. His cold breath brushed past Tan Xueci’s ear, and his tone became ambiguous, “Is this appropriate?”

Tan Xueci really wanted to slap him. He was making it sound like they were sneaking around behind He Xunye’s wife’s back. He turned to look at the man’s deep, sculpted face. Those peach blossom eyes were hazy with desire, looking like the perfect candidate for a lover.

If Tan Xueci had fur on his body, it would be standing on end right now. He felt an inexplicable sense of guilt and humiliation.

It was all because He Xunye looked too slutty.

“It’s okay,” the evil ghost wrapped his arm around his waist, his deep voice chuckling low in his ear. His tone was almost murmuring, “If Teacher Tan wants, I can keep you company.”

Teacher Tan’s ears were bright red. He felt like he was about to die from embarrassment. He desperately wanted to cover his ears tightly.

“But it wouldn’t be good if my wife finds out,” He Xunye said, curling his lips and bowing his head to plead. “Teacher Tan, can you go easy? Don’t leave too obvious marks on my body.”

Tan Xueci was absolutely furious. His cheeks flushed red. In his anger, he grabbed He Xunye’s tie, pulled him down, and bit hard on the side of his neck.

Leaving a bright red bite mark.

It must have hurt a lot, but the evil ghost burst out laughing instead. His chest shook with laughter. Tan Xueci’s face turned red as blood.

‘What the hell are you laughing at?’

“So mean,” the evil ghost rubbed the bite mark and accused, “Does Teacher Tan like biting teammates so much?”

Tan Xueci’s eyes welled up with tears. He said aggrievedly, “Fine, you’re not my teammate.”

“Then what am I?” the evil ghost seemed confused about his own position. He bowed his head, seeking instruction.

Tan Xueci was about to slap him, but he wanted to leave this community quickly. So he closed his eyes and shouted angrily, “Husband! Husband, husband, husband, husband, husband! Are you satisfied now?!”

‘You damn dead ghost, I will never forgive you.’

“Satisfied, very satisfied,” He Xunye couldn’t help himself. He leaned on his wife’s shoulder and laughed softly. He knew when to stop. If he really pissed him off, he would end up being a wild male ghost outside. He lowered his head and kissed Tan Xueci’s flushed little face, but still couldn’t help adding meaningfully, “Baby, you sound really good.”

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