He grabbed Annette’s waist even tightly, while his movements on top of her became even rougher and more eager.
"Gosh, you are like a little succubus! How come you have so many tricks? Every time I cannot stop myself, only you can only think of this kind of method. Fine, I will listen to you. Do you want to sleep in Joanne's bed for once?"
My son's half-scattered spirit was still guarding the bed. At such a young age, he could not understand what his father was doing and without a real body, his spirit could not see or feel clearly. My heart broke completely and tears quickly filled my eyes.
Just when I was about to lead my son's spirit away, Charles found me.
As if he wanted to take revenge on me, he hugged Anette even tighter.
"You still know how to come back?" he coldly asked.
"I thought you were too busy preparing the funeral and refused to leave the hospital morgue."
"You only think about dead people all day long. Just looking at you is unlucky! If you like preparing funerals so much, why did you not just marry a corpse? Wouldn’t it be great for you to embalm corpses like crazy every day?"