[BL, MTL] The Delicate Beauty Gets Hounded by the Paranoid (Quick Wear)

Chapter 20: The Yin Kid in the Dream (1)

The gongs and drums are noisy, the chickens are screaming and the dogs are screaming.

The gloomy sky seemed to be torn open by life, and a ray of sunlight was squeezed in. The air was filled with a mist that could not dissipate, adding a bit of weirdness.

Song Yanchen sat dizzily on the sedan chair, his whole body looked very heavy, his body was limp, his head was leaning against the sedan chair wall, as if he was going to faint from exhaustion in the next second.

His hands were tied behind his back, and a red cloth was covered over his head, so he couldn't see clearly what was going on around him.

So dizzy...

Song Yanchen half closed his eyes, trying to break free, but his body didn't have any strength.

"Get off the sedan chair --------!" The

shrill and sharp female voice continued to elongate, and the voice was extremely harsh, like the voice of a male duck.

Before Song Yanchen could react from his confusion, he felt a sudden bump under him, and his whole body almost fell off his back.

A pair of hands grabbed his shoulders suddenly, dragged his waist, and carried him on his back.

"Crash the brazier ------!"

As the sharp female voice raised its pitch again, Song Yanchen felt himself being lifted up.

Wait!

The drowsy Song Yanchen seemed to have been given hangover soup after a hangover. He suddenly became sober, his eyes widened involuntarily, and he began to frantically struggle to free his bound hands, and his legs began to kick incessantly. .

where is this

Why is he here?

Who is carrying him?

In just a few seconds, countless questions appeared in Song Yanchen's mind.

"Help..." Song Yanchen opened his mouth, wanting to yell loudly, at this moment, he realized that no matter how much he screamed, he couldn't make any sound.

"Bow to heaven and earth ---"

Following the voice of the bridesmaid yelling again, the man carrying Song Yanchen put him on the ground.

Before Song Yanchen took the opportunity to break free, he felt that his shoulders were suddenly held up, and the back of his head was directly pushed forward forcefully.

Even his body fell to his knees on the ground because of exhaustion.

"Second obeisance to the high hall --------"

Song Yanchen's face turned pale, and he kept moaning for help.

At this juncture, he has fully understood his situation.

"Uuuuuuuuu--" Song Yanchen tried hard to scream out, then kept shaking his body and began to struggle desperately.

But all his movements were nothing more than scratching his boots, and what he got in return was a more brutal head pressing, and his collar directly strangled his neck, his throat was suffocated, and he almost couldn't breathe.

"Husband and wife worship -----"

Don't!!!!

Song Yanchen's heart trembled, and he struggled harder. A nameless chill spread from his spine all the way to his whole body, flowing through his limbs and bones. .

Help!!!

As the rooster crowed suddenly, Song Yanchen, who was pinned on his shoulders and knelt on the ground, was also at this moment, through the gap in the red hijab, recognized the person who was paying respects to him. It is a rooster with a red flower tied to its chest.

How come...

Song Yanchen's pupils trembled, and his body trembled faster and faster.

"Sent to the bridal chamber----"

Following the last words of the bridesmaid, there was a burst of powerful applause from the originally silent surroundings, together with laughter and cheers from far and near.

But the laughter is very airy, inexplicably giving people a sense of unreality and illusory weirdness.

let me go! let me go!

Song Yanchen was in a hurry, he kept shaking his body, tears kept swirling in his eyes.

All in vain.

At this second, Song Yanchen felt a cold hand grasp his waist, and he was suddenly hugged horizontally.

The sudden feeling of suspension made Song Yanchen tremble all over in fright, and he subconsciously curled up into the opponent's arms because he was afraid of falling.

The man held him firmly, and walked forward step by step, as if opening a door, Song Yanchen put him gently on the bed after a while.

The movements are extremely gentle, like holding an expensive and fragile object, for fear that if you accidentally use force, you will hurt the other party.

Song Yanchen flinched slightly, retreating like a squirrel, with his eyes wide open, shaking his head vigorously, trying to tear off the red hijab covering his eyes.

Before Song Yanchen struggled to shake off his hijab, the man's cold hand grabbed his kicking calf abruptly, like a viper strangling its prey.

Song Yanchen was startled, and in the next second, he was pulled by the legs and pulled back into the other's arms, and a chuckle sounded in his ears, which seemed faint.

Song Yanchen shuddered when he heard the laughter next to his ear, feeling inexplicably numb.

The man gently and slowly pulled up his red hijab, his voice was hoarse, and he murmured like a dream, "...Don't you know that the bride's hijab can only be lifted by the groom?"

I am a man!! Song Yanchen

yelled crazily in his heart silently, but no sound came out of his mouth, and his whole body was so anxious that he broke out in cold sweat.

With the hijab lifted, Song Yanchen slowly widened his eyes under the flickering light, his pale eyelashes trembling like a butterfly about to fly, staring at the man in front of him in a daze.

The man's facial lines are smooth and upright, his face is as sharp as a sculpture, his facial features are sharp, his eyes are sharp, his nose bridge is high and straight, his broad and thin shoulders are covered with a bright red groom's suit, and his well-proportioned and beautiful biceps can be seen faintly under the clothes. The light and shadow shone on his face, appearing to be wobbly.

"You..." Song Yanchen stared straight at him, breathing thinly and almost silently, opened his mouth, but still couldn't make a sound.

The man pressed down, pinched Song Yanchen's soft flesh on his waist, his fingers silently slid into his clothes, and fixed it, while the other hand clamped the other's jaw, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, "Time Arrived...."

What?

Song Yanchen was startled, bit his lips with his white teeth, stared at his red rabbit eyes, pink tides faintly crept up on his fair cheeks.

Before Song Yanchen came back to his senses, the man's body pressed up directly...

"Shh, enjoy it."

.......................... ................................................... ................................................... ..Song

Yanchen suddenly opened his eyes and sat up on the bed, his eyes trembling slightly.

He threw off his quilt and glanced at himself under the quilt, his ears were so red that he was about to bleed.

what happened?

How could he have such a dream?

The key is that the other party is still a man?

Song Yanchen swallowed his saliva, and his breathing was a little short, smelling the lingering sandalwood smell around him, his whole face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is too ridiculous....

He touched his hot cheeks, got up quickly, tidied up the messy mattress, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Obviously he saw that person's face clearly in his dream, why he can't remember it when he thinks about it...

Song Yanchen stopped his wild thinking, and at the moment when he was about to walk into the bathroom with his clothes in his arms, his eyes turned coldly Looking in the direction of the coffee table, as if seeing something, his expression froze suddenly.

A tablet used to worship the dead was placed in the middle of the coffee table at some point, motionless, and seemed very out of place with everything in the room. , adding a bit of lifelessness.

Song Yanchen's heart trembled, and his face turned pale.

Who put it?

Song Yanchen's head buzzed, his breathing became short of breath, he looked around, his whole body was chilled as if a basin of cold water had been poured on it.

Before he had time to think about it, he stuffed the things he had just packed into the bathroom, hurried to the coffee table, grabbed the wooden sign in a panic, and was about to throw it into the trash can outside the door.

This is too inauspicious.

I don't know whose tablet it is.

Song Yanchen looked down at the tablet with a pale face.

The tablet is not new, it looks like it has been around for a long time, but it feels free from dust, as if it is well protected.

Song Yanchen's hand holding the tablet was trembling uncontrollably, and his entire face was almost bloodless.

Obviously he didn't have it before he went to bed...

He slammed the door open, threw the unknown item into the trash can beside the corridor, stroked his heart, and hurried back to the house.

He took a big breath, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, trying to calm down his ups and downs, and then walked into the bathroom, trying to clean up his body.

Just as Song Yanchen was about to take off his clothes, the moment his eyes touched the mirror, his already pale face suddenly turned white and red, and his eyes widened.

He looked at himself in the mirror who seemed to be hollowed out, stretched out his hand to touch his collarbone in a daze, pulled off his clothes, and looked at the patches of bruises under the clothes.

This is...

Song Yanchen shivered, his brain was like a projector, constantly replaying the indescribable dream of last night.

His whole body was on fire again.

In such a cramped and narrow space, Song Yanchen could even hear the sound of his heart beating faster and faster under his ribs.

Could it be that...... a pervert entered his room last night?

Then he did something to him...

Just thinking of this possibility, Song Yanchen fainted, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

................................................... ..

Song Yanchen put on his bathrobe, walked out of the bathroom with a pale face, and fell into strange thoughts.

The moment he went out, his brain was hit by white light, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes were once again attracted by the tablet on the coffee table.

Exactly the same position, no difference in angle and direction...

The tablet that he just threw into the trash can appeared out of thin air again.

The blood in Song Yanchen's body began to sink, his limbs became stiff, and a nameless chill rushed into his body suddenly, flowing through his bones, and he almost fell to his knees.

.......how come?

Who is it.......

"Ding dong -----"

the doorbell outside the house rang.

Song Yanchen's heart tightened, and he suddenly looked in the direction of the door with horror in his eyes.

His body trembled, and he stood up with difficulty, his pale skin looked a little sick.

"...Who is outside?" Song Yanchen opened his mouth, his voice trembling, and his eyes were full of unconcealable panic and fear.

The man outside didn't answer immediately, but paused for a moment, and then hurriedly said, "I'm your new neighbor who moved in next door."

----------It was a man's voice.

Song Yanchen stretched out his hand tremblingly, carefully opened the door, and poked out a small head nervously.

"You..." The

man raised his head and looked straight at Song Yanchen who was only covered with a towel, his eyes flickered slightly.

The young man in front of him had a milky white body full of water vapor, like sweet milk, extremely smooth and sweet, his slightly damp forehead hair stuck to his fair face, beautiful and fragile.

.....really sinful.

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certain ghost: Do you think I'm flirty or not? ? ?

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