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

Chapter 22: The Yin Kid in the Dream (3)

Song Yanchen, who fell into a dream, felt as if he had fallen into a snake den, his whole body was dizzy, his thighs, psoas, shoulders... all seemed to be tightly strangled by a cold viper.

There were more and more vipers, and even strangled his neck, the strong suffocation wrapped his whole body, it was difficult to breathe, he opened his mouth instinctively, trying to get more air.

But the spitting snake aimed at this gap, took the opportunity to get into Song Yanchen's mouth, and kept messing around...

Help, help...

Song Yanchen's eyes widened suddenly, and his right eyelid kept moving up and down Twitching, waking up from the dream with a pale face.

Cold sweat had already soaked his back, and even his heart was beating wildly. He subconsciously covered his heart, his brain was dull, and he stared at the ceiling blankly.

"Are you awake?" The

man's voice suddenly sounded from the corner of the room.

Song Yanchen was shocked, his shoulders shrank slightly, his face was dull, and he silently looked in the direction of the sound.

The man brought the freshly stewed soup to the table, and stood against the light in front of the table. The sunlight outside the window reflected faintly on his body, as if covered with a layer of holy light.

Song Yanchen's heart was shocked, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "You..." Before

Song Yanchen could ask, the man strode forward naturally, and put the pillow next to him Behind Song Yanchen, he said with a light smile, "You fainted in the bathroom, I carried you out..."

Song Yanchen's expression was dull, how could he remember that he was the one who encountered a terrifying scene and fainted from fright Yes...

Thinking of the nauseating and horrifying experience, Song Yanchen felt a little terrified, and unconsciously flinched slightly.

The man kept looking at Song Yanchen with dark eyes, stroked his hair gently, and continued to add slowly, "I was afraid that you would catch a cold, so I dried your hair with a hair dryer.

As he spoke, the man's tone paused slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, "...by the way, help you change a suit."

Song Yanchen's brain buzzed, his light brown eyelashes fluttered up and down, and his lips parted slightly, as if he hadn't digested it. The meaning in the man's words was like that, and his face was dull.

After reacting, he suddenly lowered his head, lifted his quilt to look at his changed clothes, and then burst into red at a speed visible to the naked eye, his face was so red that he could almost bleed.

"I..."

Help! There are so many hickeys on his body.

Before Song Yanchen asked with shortness of breath, the man interrupted him again, bent down, and touched Song Yanchen's white and delicate ankles, and the master began to put on shoes for him, with a natural tone, without too much emotion, " Hurry up and eat."

Song Yanchen stared wide-eyed in the dim and flickering light, a tingling electric current suddenly rose from the place where the flesh and skin touched, just touching the man casually, Song Yanchen was so sensitive that he shrank into a ball, I was so anxious that I was about to shed tears.

Even the toes are so pretty...

The man's obscene eyes looked at the round porcelain-white jade feet calmly, but his face was still calm, with an upright expression so decisive that Song Yanchen couldn't help it. Subconsciously covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming.

This...

This is too strange...

The behavior of the two of them at this time is like a couple who have been in love for many years, their actions are ambiguous and have a bit of indescribable charm .

So...

was that monster he just saw just a dream?

Song Yanchen, who came back to his senses, was still a little dazed, with a bit of panic and fear in his expression, just recalling the bloody and horrific scene, he was so frightened that he fainted.

wait.....

Song Yanchen seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and looked in the direction of the coffee table.

Why is that tablet missing? The man took in all of Song Yanchen

's micro-expressions, his eyes flickered slightly, the corners of his mouth deepened, and he opened his lips calmly, "What are you looking for?"

Song Yanchen froze, before he could swallow his horror again Turning back, the man glanced slightly, looked at the top of the storage shelf, and asked in a casual tone, "Are you looking for it?"

Song Yanchen trembled, and quickly raised his head to follow the direction the man was looking at Looking around, in the next second, I suddenly saw the spirit card placed on the top of the storage shelf, which stood upright and seemed out of place with the whole room.

"I don't think it's safe to put it on the coffee table, so I moved it to another place," the man said with a slight curl of his mouth, his dark and sharp eyes fixed on Song Yanchen with obscure love.

Song Yanchen's expression suddenly became a little unnatural, and his voice was timid, "I didn't let it go... I don't know how it came from..." As

he spoke, Song Yanchen was about to cry immediately, tears streaming down his face Eye sockets spun hard, and even speaking became a little choked up, "...I just threw it out, I don't know why it reappeared..."

Song Yanchen's nerves broke down, and his words were full of anxiety and anxiety. Crying, the whole face was as pale as blood loss, and the body was trembling uncontrollably.

"I, I seem to have run into a ghost..." The

man stared closely at his bride, the corner of his mouth smiled deeper, he grasped the other's trembling hands, clenched them tightly, and comforted him softly, "Don't I'm afraid, I'm here."

Seeing that Song Yanchen's tears couldn't stop, the man took advantage of the situation and sat beside him, hugged him into his arms, put his wide palm behind him, and silently stroked Song Yanchen's back. It is like a despicable villain coaxing the other party, knowing it well but not explaining it.

Song Yanchen mistakenly thought that the other party felt that he was talking nonsense, so he just dealt with it casually, immediately grabbed the other party's clothes, and hurriedly explained, "I didn't lie to you, I'm serious, I really met a ghost, I, I... ..."

The more he said, the more excited Song Yanchen became, and the tears flowed more and more.

The man stretched out his hand, and wiped away the tears from the corners of Song Yanchen's eyes with his fingertips. The bad seeds took root in his heart. He looked at these faces that looked better when they were crying, almost unable to restrain his emotion.

His bride...was so lovable when she cried...

He rubbed her hair and continued to comfort her softly, "I believe in you, don't be afraid, just speak slowly... ..."

Hearing this, Song Yanchen cried 'wow' even louder, buried his face in the opponent's arms, like a drowning person grabbing a piece of foam, and began to vomit bitterness non-stop.

The man continued to stroke his head, while playing the role of the so-called confidant big brother and patiently listening to the other party's panic and complaints, while constantly carrying out some indescribable thoughts in his mind.

My bride is so naive...

how can it be so easy to believe a stranger's words...

silly boy.....

"...then did something happen to you yesterday Something special?"

Seeing the teenager crying more and more, the corner of the man's mouth curled up slightly, and he decided to give him some small hints.

Song Yanchen was puzzled, and looked at the other party with a choked up voice, "What's special...?" The

man raised his brows slightly, and said slowly, "For example, I ran into a funeral...or stepped on a ghost paper ....."

He lowered his head pretending to be mysterious, with a look of thinking, paused strategically for a moment, and a strange dark light flashed in his eyes, "...or you picked up a Red envelope....."

As soon as the word 'red envelope' came out, Song Yanchen's expression fell into a kind of sluggishness, with a sense of stupefaction.

His hairs stood on end all of a sudden, his whole body trembled, his face was not at all angry, and he said tremblingly, "I, I did pick up a red envelope yesterday." As

he spoke, Song Yanchen's tone was rapid and his speech speeded up, "But I just I touched it, but I didn't take it away at all, and I didn't even open it." The

man looked at his bride's anxious expression that almost fainted, smiled without saying a word, and just threw a suggestive look at the other party, Song Yanchen paused first, Then with a pale face, he turned his head abruptly, following the man's gaze to look at the pillow behind him.

A small corner of red cardboard was exposed under the sky blue pillowcase, which looked like a red envelope.

The moment Song Yanchen saw the red, his pupils trembled, and a ridiculous idea slowly formed in his brain. He reached out tremblingly, and suddenly lifted the pillow, -------- the red envelope Impressively lying under the pillow.

How, how come...

Song Yanchen's heart trembled, and he almost cried out.

The man picked up the red envelope calmly, with a soft voice, and looked at Song Yanchen closely, as if he was asking a little bit, and also like the temptation of Pandora's box, "Aren't you curious about what's in it? ?"

Song Yanchen was anxious and broke down. He slapped the red envelope off the man's hand, his voice hoarse and fearful, "Don't touch it!"

The moment the red envelope fell to the ground, the man's expression was slightly chapped, but He quickly adjusted back to his usual smile.

In an extremely inscrutable tone, he said slowly, "I heard from the older generation that some families will find ghost marriage partners for their unmarried daughters and sons who died unexpectedly."

"They will put the hair of the dead Stuff it into a red envelope with a villain with the date of birth, and then throw it on the side of the road, whoever picks it up will be the destined ghost marriage partner..."

As soon as these words came out, Song Yanchen instantly awakened his absurd dream...the

wedding dress...the rooster...

and that mysterious man...the

man quietly Staring at him, eyes flickering, "...Once the contract takes effect, even if it is death, the two will not be separated..."

Poor bride...

you are destined to belong to me. ....

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The author has something to say:

Xiao Song: I was scared to death, there is

a ghost whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh Come into my arms! !