Chapter 19 Men and women are not married

  After dinner, Su Nanzhi went back to the room prepared for her, looked at the clothes on the bed and in the closet, and fell silent.

  Pink, purple, light blue lace skirt…

   She thought that the person who bought these things was the housekeeper Zhang, and she became even more silent.

  Why is a big man a lace control?

   Or do the ladies of the Su family like this style of clothes?

With    people under the eaves, Sunanzhi had no choice.

   She found a white nightdress and entered the bathroom. Just now, a special servant went upstairs to teach her how to use the shower and introduce shower gel, shampoo and skin care products.

  Su Nanzhi entered the bathroom, turned on the shower, and started taking a bath.

   But the bathroom door doesn't seem very calm.

   She left that box of treasures, including the Taomu sword, there today, and she came here alone today.

   It seems that some things can't hold anymore.

  Su Nanzhi could see that at the door of the bathroom, there was a black air swirling around, and a ray of red light flickered from the black air.

   Gradually, as if through the translucent frosted door, the entire bathroom was filled with unpleasant blood.

  Su Nanzhi smelled the blood and frowned in displeasure.

   After turning off the shower, a fair and slender hand stretched out from the frosted door, and the red blood rushed past like a cat smelling fishy.

  Su Nanzhi touched his nightgown, and a strong blood surged in. The next second, a harsh scream sounded, but it was a little hoarse.

  Su Nanzhi put on his nightgown expressionlessly, and then looked at the face that was gradually condensing in the air, "Are you a man?"

   A minute later, the male ghost heard the girl's cold voice before he was beaten to the point of ashes, "You don't know that men and women are not kissing each other?"

   He at least knew the reason for his demise.

   Not because I coveted this delicious piece of meat, but because I took a bath after seeing the meat.

  Su Nanzhi didn't like the smell left in the air. The heavier the smell of blood, the more serious the murder before and after death. She did not wear a deodorant when she went out.

Now facing the **** smell left in the house, she resignedly picked up the perfume from the dresser, sprayed it into the air a few times, and whispered an inaudible formula. The next second, the air was filled with With a touch of freesia fragrance.

   She took a deep breath, then narrowed her eyes in pleasure.

   Sure enough, the profession of perfumer has its importance.

   Maybe because of the lessons learned, the things lingering outside the window did not try to take a step forward, and kept huddling together through the curtains, making a "Jie Jie Jie" sound, which was a bit scary.

  Su Nanzhi also stood in front of the window through the curtain for a while before going to bed, and finally opened the curtain abruptly and made a face in the direction of the window.

  “…”

   In a second, everything outside the window was scared away.

  Su Nanzhi: "…"

  You are so timid, you still want to **** her essence?

   is boring.

  Su Nanzhi pulled back the curtains with little interest, and turned to the big soft bed.

   Although the Su family does not welcome her, there is no need to neglect her too obviously in terms of room and board.

   She slept in the middle of the night and felt a little stuffy in her chest. She woke up suddenly, and then she saw the figure of a man sitting beside the bed.

  Su Nanzhi: "…"

   The back has long hair fluttering, a hair crown, and a black robe on his body, but his hair, under the moonlight that faintly penetrated outside the window, was silver.

   (end of this chapter)