Strange Tales of the Ghosts - Chapter 171

[Chapter 171 Lazy Sanniang (twenty-nine)]

After Luo Sichen knew that he was being spied on, he rushed up to the rooftop in a very depraved manner, grabbed Xuehu’s tail tightly with his hand, and roared, “Don’t you know that it is very rude to eavesdrop on other people’s privacy? ”

I didn’t…” Xuehu wanted to explain that she didn’t do it on purpose, but she was unable to say a word because of Luo Sichen, of course Luo Sichen didn’t know that Xuehu’s tail was her most sensitive After being held tightly, Xuehu’s face flushed crimson.

“You haven’t? How many times have I said that you are not allowed to use magic in my house, why don’t you listen? Don’t you think it’s too much to eavesdrop on my privacy?”

“…Pain…” Xuehu finally said a word and struggled, trying to free her tail from Luo Sichen’s hand, but didn’t dare to use force, so she had to pull hard, causing her tears to fall out of her eyes.

After seeing Xuehu’s tears, Luo Sichen realized that he was a little too much, so he let go of his tail and whispered, “Next time, I won’t forgive me.” After that, he went down alone. off the floor.

After Xuehu sat on the rooftop and rubbed her tail, she retracted her tail into her body and went downstairs. When she walked to the door of her room, she found a bottle of potion lying on the ground. traumatic. Suddenly, Xuehu’s heart felt very warm. At first, she felt that Luo Sichen was very similar to Wangchuan, but now she felt different. Wangchuan was very cold, sometimes even colder than Xuehu, at least those ghosts The appearance of struggling in the Wangchuan River is also a bit pitiful, but Wangchuan doesn’t care at all, and Luo Sichen is different. Luo Sichen said that he would not help, but he couldn’t bear to drive Xuehu away, which proves that Luo Sichen’s It’s hot inside. If you want to compare the difference between two men, one is like an iceberg and the other is like a fire, especially when Luo Sichen is facing the woman, Xuehu can feel the fire burning best.

You don’t need to think about it to know that this bottle of trauma medicine was given to Xuehu by Luo Sichen, so Xuehu brought the medicine into his room, turned on the light, stripped off his clothes, stood in front of a full-length mirror, turned around and walked away from him. Looking at the bruises in his groin in the mirror, the injured place is where Xuehu’s tail sticks out. Xuehu gently touched the medicine in his groin, and crawled onto the bed naked, smelling the smell on the pillow. The fragrance of the laundry detergent is heavy to fall asleep. When he woke up the next day, the injury had healed a lot. Standing in front of the mirror, Xuehu recalled that Luo Sichen grabbed his tail with his hand yesterday, and was a little shy.

When she was about to put on her clothes, Luo Sichen’s howl spread from the first floor to the third floor…

“Xuefu, where’s my breakfast?”

Breakfast? Xuehu completely forgot, even forgot to make breakfast for Luo Sichen. When he was in a hurry, he used his mana, and the white light flashed, and his clothes were neatly put on Xuehu’s body. After rushing downstairs, he saw Luo Sichen. Sichen stood in front of the kitchen door with a dark face, Luo Sichen was holding half a blackened potato in his hand.

“Xuefu, don’t tell me that your cooking is such a waste these days.”

Xuehu looked at the thing in Luo Sichen’s hand and felt familiar. After thinking about it for a while, she remembered that it wasn’t her yesterday. Potato skins that were peeled while cooking? So he replied in a low voice: “Why am I wasting it?”

“I’ll be pissed off by you. You peel it off. Do you want to peel so much? Although I’m not very poor, you must know that prices are rising very fast now. If you cut a potato in half, it means that I spent twice as much money as others to buy vegetables, and I will be very heartbroken if you do this!” Luo Sichen shook his head in pain, as if the potato in his hand was torn in half The same sadness as the RMB.

Xuehu was puzzled and asked cowardly, “Then how to cut it?”

“…Forget it, I really hope you are lazy Sanniang. It’s worse for you to do things than not to do things.” Luo Sichen was speechless, his hands blackened. After throwing the potatoes into the trash can, he opened the refrigerator door, took out a piece of bread, and chewed it in his mouth.

Xuehu knew that she must have done something wrong, but she didn’t know who Luo Sichen was talking about the lazy Sanniang…

[End of This Chapter]