But in order to get rid of the ghost and not let her continue to hurt, I had to sacrifice my innocence. I watched the ghost lying on the bed and slowly walked to the bed and lay down next to her. The skin of the ghost is very smooth and cold. Holding her in this summer is like holding an ice-cold watermelon. When I lie down beside her, I put her rich body in my arms.

My right hand rubbed up and down her tender thighs, feeling her smoothness, and looking for opportunities to approach her right hand. But this ghost seems very unwilling to hold hands with me....