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Especially making my heart race, it was a dynamic wallpaper, with the man's lips occasionally forming a gentle kissing motion. Those seductive lips were simply a deadly temptation, causing my inexperienced heart to bubble up with excitement.
“Mommy, you're drooling.”
The sudden voice beside me startled me, and when I turned around, I found myself staring into a pair of pitch-black eyes. Instinctively, I took several steps back. “Didn’t I tell you to get lost? Why are you back again?”
My rude attitude didn’t seem to affect the little boy’s mood at all. He said seriously, “I’m afraid someone will secretly chop off your fingers.”
“Well, that’s your fault. If you hadn’t given me this ring, would I be so on edge?” I complained, suddenly realizing something. Since he was the one who put the ring on my finger, he should be able to take it off too, right?
“Rice, can I ask you a question? Can you help me take this ring off?”
As soon as I finished speaking, the little boy shook his head vigorously like a rattle drum. “No way! Daddy said no one is allowed to take it off except him.”
“Your daddy said it’s not allowed, but not that it can’t be done, right?”
The little boy tilted his head in thought and nodded. “Yes.”
So that meant this little guy could indeed take it off; he just didn’t dare to. However, tricking a child was far too easy, especially since he seemed to listen to me quite well.
“Rice, do you know? My family is very poor, extremely poor. I haven’t even paid my tuition yet. I can’t even afford to soak the oil packet in my instant noodles because I need to take it home to cook for my mom... We don’t even have oil at home... Boohoo...” I started to cry dramatically.
The little boy quickly became concerned. He opened his arms and hugged my head tightly, his cold little body pressed against my face, sending shivers down my spine.
“Mommy, how can you be so miserable!”
“Right? Why is my life so hard? Rice, you’re my son; you wouldn’t want to see your dear mother suffer like this, would you? This ring on my finger makes us both worry about someone chopping off my fingers. But if we sell it for money, it solves both my financial problems and my safety issues. Don’t you think that’s killing two birds with one stone?”
The little boy held onto my head and stuck out his tiny tongue to lick the corner of my eye...
I trembled all over, my body frozen in place, afraid to move. Was he going to eat me?
To my surprise, he curiously said, "Mommy, why are you crying so sadly without any tears?"
What the heck! This little brat is so stubborn! How can he be so hard to fool? Can't I just squeeze out a couple of drops?
"You licked the wrong eye; this one didn't cry, but this one did." I secretly pinched my thigh hard, it hurt like hell, but at least I managed to squeeze out some tears.
The little rascal licked my other eye again and happily exclaimed, "There really are some!"
I deliberately sniffed loudly. "Is it really okay for you to be so happy when your mommy is so sad?"
"It doesn't seem quite right," he replied, his smile fading. "Don't worry, Mommy, I'll help you." With that, he released my head and slid off me with a whoosh.
Seeing that I had succeeded, I quickly extended my right hand to him, wanting him to help me take off the ring. But before I could finish my sentence, he had vanished!
Just as I was feeling frustrated, within a minute, a cold breeze swept through, and Rice came running back, holding a piggy bank.
"Mommy, this is my secret stash; you mustn't let Daddy know!" he said as he poured a huge pile of Hell Coins onto my bed.
I wanted to cry but had no tears left.
Seeing that I wasn't happy, Rice nervously asked, "Mommy, is it not enough?"
I realized that from the very beginning, hoping he could help me was a mistake.
"It's enough, it's enough. Just put it away for now; I'll come find you when I need it." I was utterly exhausted and didn't want to say another word.
I put the Hell Coins back into his piggy bank with him, then lay on the bed in silence.
"Mommy, are you still unhappy?"
"Mommy, why are you so poor?"
"Mommy, are you tired?"
"Mommy, how can you cry from one eye and not the other?"
The little one crawled all over me, asking questions left and right.
I didn't want to answer any of them.
Suddenly, he had a bright idea and grabbed my phone. "Mommy, I know what you like!"
I still didn't want to pay him any attention.
In an instant, he fell silent.
Then I heard a rustling sound coming from behind me, as if someone had climbed onto my bed— but it was an adult!
I felt a bit scared but mustered the courage to turn around—
Oh my God!
The Super Handsome Guy from my phone had transformed into a real person and climbed onto my bed!
My eyes were about to pop out; this Super Handsome Guy was completely naked, not even wearing—his underwear! His strong, muscular body, the powerful and enticing V-line...
Suddenly, three crows flew over my head.
This Handsome Man's Bird... why was it so small! It looked like that of a four-year-old child!
Before I could ask, the handsome man suddenly flipped over and started kissing me fiercely, saliva splattering all over my face!
If I still didn't understand what was happening at this point, I would truly be foolish. Although it was hard to remain calm with such a handsome man in my arms, my rationality kept my hands firmly blocking his chest.
"Rice! Get off me right now!" I shouted angrily.
The handsome man paused, chuckling as he shrank down in size, transforming into that little boy's appearance. "Mommy, how about it? Do you like Daddy kissing you?"
"Do you think I'm stupid? That was clearly you just now; what nonsense about Daddy!"
"That was Daddy! Even though it was me transforming, it looked exactly like Daddy!" He seemed both confident and proud of his transformation.
I pouted. "So the man in my phone is your Daddy!" Actually, I wanted to say, so your Daddy's bird is that small!
The little boy had no idea of my wicked thoughts and nudged his little head against me again. "Yeah, Mommy! If you like, I can turn into Daddy every day to keep you company, but you can't let Daddy know!"
"Enough! I don't want your company or your so-called Daddy's company. I just want you both to disappear from my world and let my life return to normal." I quickly stopped him; this guy was the type to take advantage of any opening, and I couldn't let him have one.
"As you wish!" Suddenly, a commanding voice forcefully interrupted, shaking the entire dormitory building as if a storm had swept through. Inside the room, chaos erupted with blankets flying everywhere.
In the midst of the turmoil, a Long-Haired Man in White seemed to descend from the heavens, stepping closer to me with each stride.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at that posture, that figure, those brows and eyes—he's like a god descended from the heavens!
Wait! His face... why does it look so familiar?
Just then, a little ghost suddenly darted into the handsome man's arms with a "whoosh." "Daddy! You're here!"
Daddy!? He's my daddy? The man who somehow used some kind of sorcery to make me pregnant?
"If you dare to turn into my likeness again, you might as well never come to the human world," the man said, waving his large hand. The little ghost was flung out of the bathroom window with a "whoosh."
"Rice!" I couldn't help but shout, my heart dropping into my throat. I turned to the man and yelled, "How could you be so cruel! He just transformed into your likeness; what's so great about that? Is it necessary to throw your own son out like this?"
In that moment, all I could think about was whether Rice would get hurt or even... die from the fall. I completely forgot he was a ghost, a ghost I had once hated and feared.
"Do you enjoy incest with your son?" The man suddenly closed in on me, trapping me against the bed. His cold male aura enveloped me, making me shiver inexplicably.
"Pervert!" I gritted my teeth and cursed.
"Otherwise, how could you tolerate him transforming into your husband’s likeness to kiss you?" He leaned in closer, his blood-red lips almost touching mine.
I shrank back as much as I could, but there was nowhere to escape. I could only force myself to say, "Who said you're my husband? We didn't have a wedding and we didn't get a certificate. I'm still an innocent girl; where would I get such a husband like you?"
Suddenly, a strong hand tightened around my thigh. He bit my lip and wickedly smirked as he whispered, "Are you sure you're still an innocent girl?"
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