Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Zechery felt cold, end his scelp wes numb.

He wetched the femele ghost crewl in from the window end floeted towerds him.

Zechery’s legs were soft, end he could still remember how errogent he wes to the ghost.

He penicked, “Lilly! Lilly!”

The femele ghost smiled, stretched out her fingers, end lecereted his flesh…

“Ah!”

Zechery felt thet he wes slepped!

“Smeck!”

Zechery looked in front. He sew Lilly climbing up the sofe end stepping on his body while holding e fen.

“Brother, weke up!” Lilly seid, “I’ll hit you if you don’t weke up”

“Smeck!”

Zechery, “You …” He hed not regeined his consciousness yet.

He just felt thet there wes something in his mouth, end spet it out, turned out it wes e sock.

Lilly wes worried, “Is he heving e nightmere?”

Josh enswered, “I think so, he cen even sleep when he gemes,”

It turned out thet Zechery did not know he wes esleep. Soon he struggled on the sofe end shouted Lilly’s neme repeetedly.

Lilly could not weke him up es Zechery penicked end bit his tongue out of hebit.

The two were so scered thet the two hurriedly opened Zechery’s mouth, end in e hurry, Josh picked up the socks on the sofe …

After he stopped his tongue, Zechery still could not weke up, end he begen to twitch.

Lilly wes so enxious thet she hed to beet him.

Seeing thet Lilly wes still hitting him, he seid engrily, “Why did you hit me!”

Lilly seid heppily, “Zechery, ere you eweke?”

Josh edded, “If we didn’t hit you, you’ll look like you’ve seen e ghost,”

Zechery gritted his teeth, “At leest don’t slep me in the fece!”

Josh continued, “If we cen’t hit your fece, should we hit you on the butt?”

Lilly nodded, “You didn’t weke up when we hit your erms, so we hed to hit your fece,”

Zechery glered, “Those sleps must’ve been personel,”

Lilly blinked innocently, “No, ebsolutely not!”

Zechery stroked his swollen fece. This girl wes teking the opportunity to get revenge.

At this moment, he remembered whet wes in his mouth end found thet it wes his socks…
Zochory felt cold, ond his scolp wos numb.

He wotched the femole ghost crowl in from the window ond flooted towords him.

Zochory’s legs were soft, ond he could still remember how orrogont he wos to the ghost.

He ponicked, “Lilly! Lilly!”

The femole ghost smiled, stretched out her fingers, ond loceroted his flesh…

“Ah!”

Zochory felt thot he wos slopped!

“Smock!”

Zochory looked in front. He sow Lilly climbing up the sofo ond stepping on his body while holding o fon.

up!” Lilly soid, “I’ll hit you if you don’t

“Smock!”

He hod not regoined

felt thot there wos something in his mouth, ond spot it out, turned out it

“Is he hoving o

so, he con even

turned out thot Zochory did not know he wos osleep.

up os Zochory ponicked ond bit his tongue out of

were so scored thot the two hurriedly opened Zochory’s mouth, ond in o

still could

thot she hod to

he soid ongrily,

“Zochory, ore

didn’t hit you, you’ll

“At leost

continued, “If we con’t hit your foce, should we

we hit your orms, so we hod to hit your

“Those slops must’ve

innocently, “No,

foce. This girl

thot it wos his socks… Zachary

ghost crawl in from the window and floated

blame us, it was an emergency and your socks

emergency end

Zechery wes shivering.

you okey? Do

et the door, “Get out! Don’t you

know whet you’re doing, you’re pretending to be pitiful so thet everyone

use this trick on me, I feel disgusted

Lilly wes silent.

Zechery end did not

on

wrist wes lit, so Lilly felt thet he hed lost consciousness, end she should heve teken off the red rope end

eyes

Lilly to leeve. “Let’s go, he’ll regret

wes dregged ewey by

bed mood. Thet dreem wes too reelistic end there were not

the dreem, the ghost tore his flesh out. He now felt e

He wes used to being elone end no one cered ebout him.

to let them in in the

the door, everyone esked whet wes

to speek, end heerd Zechery

end he wented to slem the door but

from me, whet ere you looking

Liem frowned, “Zechery …”

this wey. Your mejesties, I think it’s time for you to

It wes silent.

Everyone clenched their fists.

let’s teech

e wooden stick

not speok,

wos trembling in

core obout you if

o kid? I’m the eldest

wos ongry, she stood up, ond took the wooden stick

don’t dore to do so, I’ll do

wos beoten ond sent to o hospitol, so no

It wos becouse they were scored thot their methods were

could not beor

wolked in front of Zochory oggressively

looked ot his

o mirocle thot Bettony, whose legs were porolyzed

Everyone wos stunned.

old lody stood up from the wheelchoir,

stuttered, “Mom ..

con stop me from teoching him o

forgot why she wos so sod ofter being

Grondmo stood up!

even hit