After an unknown amount of time, Estre Berrocal curled up under the covers and faintly heard a knock at the outside door.


    He lifted the sheets, listened intently for a few more seconds with his ears pricked up, saw the re of the headlightsing through the window and, without even bothering to put on his shoes, darted for the door.


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    This hell is very scary.


    He couldn’t wait to open the door without even looking at the other person’s face, and said in a trembling voice, “You’re finally here, I…”


    As soon as she looked up, Estre Berrocal waspletely dumbfounded.


    How is it that the man in front of me … looks so much like Adán Rouco …


    The heartbeat, thump thump thump thump was elerating.


    Her lips opened and closed and she froze for a long time, and when she caught her breath, her first move was to immediately get inside the door and m it shut.


    But Adam Rouco went a step faster and pressed his long legs against the door, “If you want to cripple your husband, go ahead, that’s fine with me, but I’m afraid you won’t be able to stand loneliness for the rest of your life as a widow.”


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal didn’t dare to push too hard, but she didn’t want to let him pass either.


    “How, how did you get here?”


    “Naturally I havee to see Mrs. Rouco. ”


    He hid behind the door, pressing his body against it, and Adán Rouco, upon seeing his person, sounded a little annoyed.


    Estre Berrocal’s voice trembled even more, not out of fear this time, but out of a sour nose and a sobbing voice: “We are divorced, I am no longer Mrs. Rouco, you have the wrong person”.


    “I know very well whether we are divorced or not, or which of your eyes saw our divorce papers?”


    “You’re lying.”


    Tears, atst, rolled with resignation.


    Adam Rouco’s anger, which had been so violent, could no longer be ovee by her tears, but he sighed helplessly: “I am not the one who asked you for a divorce”.


    Estre Berrocal stifled a sob: “Is that a ghost?”.


    How had he not realized before that Adán Rouco was also full of shit!


    Adán Rouco suddenly wanted to tease her: “Did you just get scared by a ghost?


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal stood up and wiped her tears hard: “You’re scared of ghosts! No … Adán Rouco I don’t want to see you! Get out of here!”


    The man, surprisingly, had diverted his attention from the point.


    Adán Rouco asks in a shy tone: “Aren’t you afraid of ghosts when I leave?


    Estre Berrocal was furious: “Me, I’m not afraid! There are no ghosts in this world”.


    But the moist eyes close tightly, fearing to see something impure.


    Adam Rouco said quietly, “I heard that there are many graves near Ping Shan …, ten years ago, this ce was a mass grave, only in thest two years it became a scenic area, mass grave, there must be nock of lonely souls and wild ghosts, I heard that those lonely souls and wild ghosts are vicious, do you know what they like most, do you know what they like most?”


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal shook her head upward as she covered her ears in painful fear: “I don’t want to hear it! Enough already.”


    “I’ve heard that those lonely spirits love to trap white girls like you to be their wives.”


    Estre Berrocal’s head was spinning, since she was a little girl she was afraid of ghost stories and Adán Rouco was telling her one at a time like this one!


    Santino Yepes, standing a short distance away, almost burst outughing.


    I didn’t expect the boss to be so good at chasing his wife, he even told ghost stories. I learned that a man’s mouth is really a deceptive ghost.


    “If you don’t want to see me, then I’ll leave?”


    Adán Rouco withdrew his long legs and took two steps to the side.


    Estre Berrocal glued her ear to the door panel and listened intently as if she had actually heard his footsteps leaving.


    No way, is this going away?


    I didn’t want to see it, but now, in the middle of nowhere, I was really scared.


    After about three minutes, Estre Berrocal peeked through a crack in the door, but there was a sudden sh and all she saw was a horrible, ghastly ghostly head, so she screamed in terror and rushed straight at Adán Rouco, who was standing in front of the door.


    “Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ghosts! Get away, get away!”


    Estre Berrocal wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, clinging to his arms like a little kangaroo.


    Adán Rouco’s mood, which had been gloomy for many days, was suddenly clouded.


    Fearing she would fall, she leaned her small body against him and asked mockingly, “Didn’t you tell me to leave? How can I leave when you’re stuck to me?”


    Estre Berrocal wrapped her bare feet around the back of his waist in a deadly knot, too scared to let go at all, her little face buried in the crook of his neck, incoherently saying, “Ooooooooooo …. Adam Rouco we are reconciled for now! You can leave when the sun rises.”


    After saying that, Estre Berrocal felt so weak.


    The smile under Adán Rouco’s eyes deepened: “But I don’t want to stay until dawn”.


    “You’re not leaving! You can do whatever you want! Stay with me…”


    The pleading voice of the little woman in his arms, like a small stray cat, pleased Adán Rouco very much.


    The man lifted her up with hisrge hands and carried her toward the house.


    As soon as he entered the house, Adán Rouco was about to take her to turn on the light when the person in his arms suddenly burst into uncontroble tears.


    “Bastard” … Adam Rouco you’re a big bastard! How can you bully me like that… you bastard… If I wasn’t afraid of ghosts I wouldn’t engage with you! You’re a big bastard! Why are you scaring me ooooooooooooooooooooooooo … Don’t you know I’m afraid of ghosts? Ooooooooooooooooooooo…”


    Estre Berrocal cried heavenly tears and shivered like a sieve in his arms.


    Adán Rouco finally lost the urge to tease her and slowly stroked her trembling back with arge hand, gently reassuring her: “That’s it, don’t cry, I won’t scare you anymore.


    “What the hell was that just now? …” asked Estre Berrocal, frightened and curious.


    Adam Roucoughed and lowered his dark eyes to look at her, “Wouldn’t you know it if you opened your eyes and looked?”


    “But I’m afraid, it’s not a ghost, is it? Forget it, I’d rather not look.” Estre Berrocal shook her head nervously.


    “Even if I’m a ghost, don’t I still have me, I won’t let the ghost take you.”


    At these words, Estre Berrocal calmed down for no apparent reason, and hesitated for a long moment before slowly pulling her face away from Adam Rouco’s neck and immediately recoiling at the sight of the ghastly ghostly head on the phone.


    “Get out of the way! Get out of the way!”


    His hand swung upward and dropped the phone directly onto Adam Rouco’s hand on the floor.


    Adán Rouco hugged her, reflected for a couple of seconds and said with his thin lips pressed to his ear: “You broke my phone, what are you going to do with it?


    “Who told you to scare me?” … It’s all your fault! It’s all your fault!”


    Adán Rouco nodded helplessly in agreement, it was his fault.


    Adán Rouco kicked the phone, which had fallen at his feet, straight aside and advanced with Estre Berrocal in his arms. “Where’s the bedroom?”


    Estre Berrocal didn’t open her eyes, just held out her hand and pointed, “There.”


    Adam Rouco’s dark eyes smiled at her as he looked at her like a frightened coward, in a better mood.


    Taken to the bedroom, Estre Berrocal immediately got into bed, wrapping herself in a thick nket.


    Adán Rouco had unscrewed the bedroommp, the light was soft and he sat on the edge of the bed looking at her.


    Estre Berrocal was eyeing him warily at the time, swaying her hips back to keep a rtively safe distance from him.


    Adam Rouco, however, leaned toward her, his dark eyes boring into hers, “After using me, don’t you love me?”