(MTL)Every time I wake up in the arms of the villain (through the book)

Chapter 39

    There was a sudden sound above his head: "Ruan Ci, it's time for you to return to the world that belongs to you." The

    screen suddenly turned, full of blood-red totems, and a pair of cold-white ice coffins.

    The eyes are full of dazzling red, which is only visible to the naked eye, but the blood seems to linger between the nose wings and cannot be dissipated for a long time.

    Shen Ci endured the panic in her heart, and boldly walked towards the ice coffin. She clearly felt that her feet were hanging in the air, but the wetness of the blood flowed like it was soaking her embroidered shoes.

    The distance was slowly getting closer, she held her breath and slowed down, slowly poking her head into the ice coffin.

    When she saw it clearly, she screamed in horror.

    "Ah!"

    The familiar carved wooden bed curtain fell into the eyes, and an unknown breeze blew, drying the fine sweat on Shen Ci's body.

    Her eyes were a little dull, staring straight at the embroidery on the bed curtain, as if in a daze.

    It was obviously a slightly hot night, but Shen Ci felt that her whole body was extremely cold, as if she was in a cold winter and could not calm down for a long time.

    There seemed to be a tingling pain in the forehead, and she felt that her head was stabbed with a needle.

    The illusion that she was going to explode in the next second made her have to believe the reality she had encountered in her previous dream.

    After all, she could see who the person in the ice coffin was, but she couldn't recover from it for a long time.

    Inside the deserted ice coffin lay a woman, but her face was stiff and lifeless.

    And most importantly, that person was undoubtedly her.

    Shen Ci was inexplicably certain in her heart that the person in the ice coffin was not the original Shen Ci who had a similar appearance to herself, but was really herself.

    It was this certainty that made her heart shudder.

    The voice in my head kept reverberating.

    "Ruan Ci, you should come back."

    Like an inescapable nightmare, Shen Ci closed her eyes and shook her head in pain, trying to get rid of this strange feeling.

    "Dong dong dong."

    Shen Ci slowly opened her eyes, leaning weakly on the wooden bed, her eyes wary: "Who?"

    "It's me, Zhao Sui."

    Zhao Sui came to Shen Ci's house for the first time. , he had only entered this side courtyard before, but he had never stepped into the door, but at this time he was not at all curious.

    He frowned at her pale complexion, and asked in a low voice, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

    It wasn't that he was tired from yelling, and after coming back for such a long time, his complexion was still so bad.

    Shen Ci only put on a thin coat, and didn't have the heart to argue with him. He just poured

    a glass of water and handed it over: "Drink water." Without the agility of the past, Zhao Sui was not used to it. He concealed the deep meaning in his eyes.