"Just now I could hold on. Now I'm a little broken down and almost scared to death by ghosts." Zhang Xiaowen leaned on Yang Ming and said.

Yang Ming put her on the outside sofa. Zhang Xiaowen sat on the sofa and said, "Yang Ming, you hold me."

She opened her arms and took the initiative to embrace Yang Ming. Yang Ming held her in her arms. Zhang Xiaowen said, "I was jealous when you touched her chest just now..."

"I'll touch you, too." Yang Ming reached into Zhang Xiaowen's down jacket.

As soon as Yang Ming's hand touched her, Zhang Xiaowen shivered and closed her eyes and hummed.

She...