Son-In-Law Is A Playboy

I turned and locked the door, rubbed my hands together, and tiptoed toward the bathroom, listening to the water, which was getting clearer and clearer, with a thrill in my heart.    

    

Soon, they arrived at the bathroom door.    

    

The bathroom door was made of glass, so you couldn't see inside. You could only see the blurry figure moving around.    

    

Under my careful observation, there was a crack at the bottom of the door.    

    

I quickly dropped to the ground and pressed my hands against the ground. I stuck my eyeballs into the crevice and peered into it. I immediately saw a pair of small, white feet, which made me excited.    

    

Then I continued to look up, but the gap was too narrow. At most I could see my knees, and if I looked up, I wouldn't be able to see them.    

    

Damn it, this is so urgent that my eyes are about to pop out, but I can't see anything.    

    

I looked at her legs for a while and felt a little bored, so I withdrew my gaze and sat down on the ground, listening to the sound inside. I felt an itch in my heart.    

    

After sitting for a few minutes, he wanted to see it again, so he turned over and kneeled on the ground. He once again put his eyes to the crack, ready to watch the small feet and imagine.    

    

He couldn't move his eyes when he saw what was inside.    

    

This time, not only did she see her little feet, she also saw two slender arms as white as jade. Her slender fingers were rubbing against her calf with Body Soap, and the white foam made her skin feel even more beautiful.    

    

When her hand reached her feet, I used all my strength to look up. I finally saw the two lumps of snow-white, proud pink and tender.    

    

The cherry blossoms on top of it were so tender that they looked like droplets of water that were about to fall from a petal. The monkey was so anxious that it wanted to quickly open its mouth and hold them in place, fearing that the next moment, it would drip like droplets of water.    

    

When I thought of this, I opened my mouth subconsciously and twisted my head so that it was facing upwards. My mouth moved as if I had a little cherry in it, and I swallowed from time to time.    

    

After a while, she quickly stood up and moved to the side. Then, she seemed to have stopped.    

    

In about half a minute, she came back.    

    

I kept praying in my heart, Buddha Feng, sit down, let me see your little sister, see what she looks like, this bro is very curious about the legendary Nine Twists and Eighteen Ways.    

    

Sometimes, I really do what I want to do. She actually sat down, as if she had sensed my thoughts.    

    

She was sitting on a small stool, and to my dismay, she was facing me, not face to face.    

    

What a pity. At most, he could only see her neck. If he continued upwards, he wouldn't be able to see her.    

    

It didn't matter, as the two lumps were the most important to him.    

    

From the side, she looked both large and perky, with no fat on her lower abdomen. She had a pair of slender jade legs that gave her a sense of beauty.    

    

Her small white hand would shake twice every time it brushed against the pink, causing my entire body to heat up as an evil fire rose.    

    

The five girls reached out to their brother and looked at him. They wanted to comfort him, but after rubbing her hands together for a while, she stood up again, which made me rather depressed.    

    

At that moment, her hair fell down and her hands moved down her thighs. She seemed to be bending over.    

    

I immediately became excited again. Was she going to rub her legs like she did before?    

    

Brother really liked the way her two lumps of pink fell down.    

    

Under my expectant gaze, her snow-white skin appeared, and then I saw her head, but her face was turned inward, and her pretty face was covered by a head of hair.    

    

Turn around and let me see your little red mouth. If I see it, I will see it in my mind. In this fantasy world, I can put my brother in her mouth, press my hands on her head, move forward, move forward, quack quack!    

    

I sucked in my breath and wiped the saliva from the corner of my mouth. I was sure I could see her mouth.    

    

She seemed to have sensed my thoughts. She turned her head slightly, but only a sliver of her skin was revealed. She looked very white.    

    

To my regret, she turned around and then back again, and then, as if she was afraid I wouldn't be able to see her, she moved closer to the glass door.    

    

Then she turned her head again.    

    

I suddenly became sexually aroused, and my eyes widened in fear of missing out on a chance to see the goddess's mouth.    

    

The next second.    

    

She jerked her head around.    

    

My eyes widened and my mouth opened in an "O" shape.    

    

His heart seemed to have stopped beating the moment he saw her. The hairs on his entire body immediately stood up, and his scalp went numb as he shouted loudly, "Ah …"    

    

At the same time, I rolled on the ground, but what was even more horrifying was that the lights in the room started to flicker, and at the same time, a sharp, shrill laughter rang out.    

    

The scene he had just seen still lingered in his mind.    

    

His eyes were even more frightening, and his pupils were actually red. As for his small mouth, it was as red as blood, and there was even blood flowing out from the corner of his lips. It was especially frightening.    

    

Truth be told, I had been a little superstitious since I was young and had always believed in the existence of ghosts. Ever since I heard the Buddhist priest talk about the [Earth Treasury Sutra], I believed even more in this point.    

    

Could it be that Feng Yao's place was haunted?    

    

Heavens!    

    

I'm really scared now. My legs are starting to get weak. If I wasn't so good at controlling myself, I would have spat out my brother's name.    

    

I screamed as I stumbled towards the door. I finally reached the door and used both of my hands to pull on it forcefully. I couldn't open it, which made me even more panicked.    

    

"After searching for a long time, I finally found a substitute. Hehe …"    

    

That shrill laughter kept coming over.    

    

I turned and screamed in terror. My legs had no strength left in them, so I slid down the door and sat down on the floor with my head between my knees and my hands wrapped around my head. I closed my eyes tightly.    

    

Suddenly, the high-pitched laughter stopped. The room instantly quieted down, and the sound of the glass door opening could be heard.    

    

Pah pah, pah pah!    

    

The sound of footsteps was as clear as water on the walls of a sewer in the middle of the night. The sound kept coming, and it was getting closer and closer to me.    

    

At this moment, my heart was about to jump out of my chest. My whole body was shivering, and my hands were covering my head with even more strength. I was repeatedly chanting in my heart about the benevolent Guanyin Bodhisattva, the Amitabha Buddha in the South.    

    

The footsteps faded in front of me, and I grew even more frightened.    

    

What made me crumble was that the black hair I had just seen seemed to be hanging down on my head, and I could feel it growing larger and larger.    

    

Then my shoulder was grabbed by a hand, and I flinched.    

    

It's over, it's all over. This ghost wants me to be her substitute. I've wandered around in front of the gates of hell so many times, yet I've died in the hands of a ghost in the end. I refuse to accept this.    

    

The moment the ghost touched me, I instinctively threw out a punch, followed by an "Ah!" before the sound of crying could be heard.    

    

Eh?    

    

I actually hit the ghost.    

    

His heart had just started to feel a little proud when he suddenly realized that something was wrong. This voice sounded very familiar, so why did it sound so much like Feng Yao's voice?    

    

I opened my eyes carefully, and the light was gone. I looked up slowly, first at a pair of small white feet, then at my pajamas, then at my proud chest, then at my long black hair, which was dripping with water.    

    

I took a deep breath and jerked my head up to look at her face. Feng Yao looked wronged, one hand covering her face, the other wiping away her tears.    

    

Uh, it really was Feng Yao.    

    

I hastily stood up, and just as I was about to embrace her, my heart skipped a beat and I hurriedly stopped. I stuttered out a question, "You, you are Feng Yao, and … are you a female ghost?    

    

At the same time, he felt a little suspicious. A female ghost should be looking for a female substitute. How could she be looking for a man?    

    

As far as I know, that's it.    

    

Then she only has one goal for looking for me, and that is to take over my body and use me to kill Feng Yao. In reality, the real reason for the female ghost is Feng Yao.    

    

Thinking of this, I immediately became vigilant.    

    

It seems that all these female ghosts can change their appearances. She must have wanted to take advantage of my relaxed state of mind and occupy my body, then use my body to deal with Feng Yao. After Feng Yao's high tide and when she is extremely weak, she would take advantage of this opportunity to take over Feng Yao's body.    

    

What a sinister female ghost, hmph, what a pity that she met Old Lin. We are the emissaries sent by the heavens to save the beautiful girl, so why would we be afraid of a ghost in the form of nothingness?    

    

I gave the ghost lady a shove, and then, imitating the scene in the play, straightened myself, placed my left hand on my waist, pointed my right hand at the ghost lady, and said this in a very funny tone, as if I were speaking in a play.    

    

"Tsk, what a sinister female ghost. You actually dare to become my beloved Yao Yao. Old Lin will uphold justice for the heavens. Other than you, aiyayayayaya, deng deng deng!"    

    

Feng Yao was stunned for a moment. A trace of a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. She then forcefully wiped the tears from her eyes and took a step towards me.    

    

Instinctively, I tried to push her again. She grabbed my arm, spun around, and threw herself over my shoulder.    

    

In that instant, I felt the scenery around me turn upside down, and then I felt a pain in my back, and I was thrown to the ground by her. Luckily, she grabbed my arm and didn't let my head hit the ground, otherwise I would have suffered a concussion.    

    

Then, without waiting for me to get up, she sat on me, or rather on my thigh.    

    

"You bastard, it's been so many days since you contacted me, and it wasn't easy for me to call you." You bastard, it's been so long since you contacted me, and it's not easy for me to call you.    

    

She turned her head to point at her face and said angrily.    

    

Little fellow, you're pretty good at acting, this old man is just testing you.    

    

"I need to test and see if you are the real Feng Yao, otherwise …" "Hmph hmph, I'm going to ask Kuan Yin to destroy you."    

    

I rolled to one side, but she was too strong to move.    

    

This activity, the brother actually had a reaction, that soft buttocks let me feel a little comfortable, did not expect this "ghost of a woman" fleshy feeling is not bad.    

    

At this time, I thought of Uncle Ying's movie, in which the ghost girl appeared very beautiful, but her true appearance was terrifying.    

    

I quivered and immediately calmed my mind. I mustn't be bewitched by the beauty of the 'female ghost'.