Pressed by a Ghost
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
When she thought of Zhihan, Lu Ning's eyes turned red, and tears rolled down her face. She covered herself with the blanket and buried her head into the pillow, crying softly.
When he came back, she would teach him a lesson for her sufferings.
Crying secretly in the dead of night had almost become her nightly ritual.
"Hubby, I miss you so much..." Lu Ning cried herself to sleep.
...
Lu Ning had another long dream, and it was... an erotic dream.
She felt someone pressing down on her body. A strong hand pressed her shoulder into the bed, and then another hand crept under her clothes. Her body heated up and she felt aroused. She licked her lips with her tongue and moaned, "Hubby, Hubby..."
"F*ck, huh? Tell me, who is f*cking who?" The man lifted her skirt and spread her legs.
Lu Ning wrapped her slender legs tightly around the man's waist. She said coquettishly, "Hubby, you are f*cking me!"