Ghost closed his eyes to take in her scent as he stole a kiss from her.
"That perfume..." thought Ghost happily. It was the same type of perfume as the one he gifted her many years ago.
The drunk and half-asleep woman responded with a moan when he moved his hands down to her waist. Her voice was like a drug to him as a part of him responded accordingly.
With her arms wrapped around his neck, she murmured,
"Mnnn.. Du XiAn...You taste different..."
When Ghost heard that, he stopped and pulled apart from her. As he gently pulled her arms away, he thought ruefully, "Du XiAn, you lucky bastard."
He stood up and saw Phantom staring at him.
"What?" asked Ghost.
Phantom wheeled past them and said, "Let's have a talk downstairs."
Ghost sighed and he pulled out a comforter that Phantom kept in the closet. When he pulled it over her, he whispered, "I'll see you soon."
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