Kellen felt that the fickle ghost should be killed!

What have we turned people into?

"Don't play with the fickle ghost," Kellen said, with a full black line on his forehead, pausing for a moment before adding, "Don't play with her!"

Clara shook her head repeatedly, "No, that won't do. She was good-looking and had a pleasant voice..."

While speaking and moving, he prepared to float up and quickly left.

However, Kellen held her hand and surprisingly didn't let go.

Clara turned around and asked, "?"

There was a hint of a sly smile in Kellen's eyes as he said, "I don't think I've answered your question yet."

Clara remembered her own words just now, "Where does it hurt, darling?" Oh no, was that an appropriate response?

"No... it's not necessary!" Clara quickly said, "I was just joking with you."

Kellen's eyes twinkled with a smile: "I really believed it."

"Let me think about it..."

"Where did you go, my dear?"

Clara: "..."

Ah no, big brother, you are the big brother!

The first thought that came to Clara's mind was the side effects of Cloudwave Ointment.

Combining with Kellen's current words, it's not her fault for having a dirty mind, she has just read too many novels.

In general, in such situations, something would definitely happen between the male and female leads.

Whenever Clara thought about it, she remembered the ambiguous sound of breathing in a dim hotel room that night.

She was terrified.

Played too much!

In the blink of an eye, Clara instantly came up with a response.

Strike first!

She quickly kissed Kellen on the face and said in a baby-like voice, "Okay, okay, you hurry up and practice, be a good boy, okay!"

I finished speaking and wanted to slip away.

Kellen still didn't let go, suddenly he felt dissatisfied.

His Adam's apple involuntarily rolled up and down, his eyes clouded with a layer of obscure meaning, and his gaze fell on Clara's red lips.

Clara: "..."

Oh no, it was a feeling of being smitten.

There was a little voice in my heart shouting: Give it to you, give it to you!

Another little person slapped the other little person: Have some dignity!

Clara suddenly snapped out of it, without hesitation, she took the initiative once again...

I quickly pressed my lips against Kellen's.

"Alright!" Clara exclaimed nervously, "Don't push it too far!"

After saying that, he fled in a sorry state.

This time, Kellen did not hold her hand anymore.

Just watching her disheveled figure fleeing, I could only let out a helpless chuckle.

The slender fingers with distinct joints pressed against the lips, gently caressing them, and a barely audible sigh could be heard in the hall of discipline.

Clara ran away at a speed of 180.

The fickle ghost stood at the intersection and immediately grabbed her, saying, "How is it? How is it! Did you take the highway? What was the speed?"

Clara pressed her chest in fear and exclaimed, "We're on! The speed is 220! Not just 180!"

The fickle ghost exclaimed, "So fast?"

Clara couldn't distinguish which meaning she had for a moment.

Was it the speed of the car or someone who was too fast...

Then the fickle ghost looked at her suspiciously and said, "When you mentioned the speed, are you referring to the speed at which you ran?"

Clara: "Hmm? What else?"

The fickle ghost: "..."

She angrily tapped Clara's forehead and said, "You're useless!"

Clara: "Ah yes, yes, yes, you can help him up, you go help."

The fickle ghost: "...?"

Sister, that's too much! Speaking so profoundly, how could she bear it?

*

Susie didn't know about the things happening in the underworld. After dinner, she chatted with her brothers and sisters in the room as usual before going to bed.

Jamie was being held by Hamza, happily gnawing on his own fist.

Hamza had some OCD, so when he saw his hands full of saliva, someone forcefully pulled his little hands apart.

Jamie howled and continued gnawing.

"Brother, this is for you!" Susie took out a magic bag and said, "This is a magic bag, it can hold things that are hundreds or thousands of times bigger than it."

Susie didn't see the torn bag hanging from her brother's waist this time. She probably matured a bit and stopped showing off.

The small bag is like a sachet, with intricate and antique patterns on it. The craftsmanship is extremely delicate, and just one glance at it makes people fall in love.

Moreover, this is a magic bag made by King of Security. King of Security is a male and the magic bag he made perfectly matches the masculine vibe.

Wade happily took it over and exclaimed while studying, "So this is the real magic bag!"

His little imps could change their new homes from the torn burlap bag today.

Zion pursed his lips and remained silent, wanting to say something but choosing not to.

Wade boasted to his friends, "Hehe, jealous much? Every time my sister has something good, she always gives it to me first!"

Zion sneered, "Well, after all, respecting the elderly and caring for the young, as an older brother, I naturally have to give in to my younger brother."

Wade's smile instantly froze on his face.

Susie handed another magic bag to Zion and said, "Zion, this is yours! I specifically saved a dark green one for you!"

Zion liked green.

He took it with surprise, although it wasn't the first one given to him, but the color was specially chosen by his sister!

The two of them held the magic bag tightly and couldn't bear to let go.

Wade coughed and casually asked, "Oh, by the way, sister, how big is this space? Can it fit 20 ghosts?"

He secretly showed off: "I caught 20 ghosts, praise me, praise me!"