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

Chapter 25: The Yin Kid in the Dream (6)

It hurts...

Song Yanchen trembled his lips, opened his eyes with difficulty, the entire quilt cover was covered with tears from his tears, and the pillow was already soaked.

His slender fingers tightly clutched the quilt, his slack eyes stared at the ceiling relentlessly, the severe pain made the veins in his temples twitch uncontrollably.

He looked around with difficulty, looked at the familiar and cramped room, sat up from the bed with trembling hands, but just such a simple movement exhausted all the strength in his body.

He raised his leg, wanting to get out of bed, but accidentally touched his own wound, which made him frowned and gasped in pain.

After waking up, that guy disappeared...

Song Yanchen's face was pale, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the biting cold hit his whole body.

It was so scary...

Song Yanchen covered his face in pain, lowered his head, his beautiful and fragile pupils trembled slightly, and his body couldn't stop shaking.

At this moment, he is as fragile as a piece of glass, which can be broken with just a touch, beautiful and fragile.

I don't know how long it took, the frail Song Yanchen trembled, raised his head helplessly, and looked straight at the top of the locker. The tablet of Hei Bu Liu Qiu stood on it just like yesterday .

"..." When Song Yanchen saw this thing, he trembled faster and faster as if he had been awakened by some unbearable and terrifying memory...

Obviously...

Obviously, he originally wanted to go to Buddha for blessing... As a

result...

Thinking of what happened later, Song Yanchen felt a little dizzy in his brain.

Sure enough, there is a difference between dreams and reality...

Song Yanchen recalled that chaotic memory, and felt that the frequency of veins throbbing in his temples was constantly accelerating.

It was so embarrassing...

he struggled to hold on to the wall, got up to fetch the water not far away, trying to quench his thirst.

As a result, as soon as he stood up straight, the spine on the back felt like it had been hit by a stick, his legs were unable to support him, and he fell directly back onto the furry carpet.

"Hiss -----"

Song Yanchen's almond eyes were immediately followed by a layer of hazy mist, and even his breathing accelerated suddenly at this moment.

Coincidentally, at this moment, the doorbell of the room suddenly rang outside.

Song Yanchen took a short breath, raised his head in embarrassment, and looked at the messy mattress behind him with a fragile and helpless expression, as well as himself who seemed extremely far-fetched to even get up at this moment.

Yes, who is it...

"Wait..." Song Yanchen hurriedly wanted to respond, "..wait..."

Maybe the person outside heard Song Yanchen's faint mosquito-like shout and knock on the door Actually stopped at this moment.

Song Yanchen clenched his hands and propped himself on the ground. With a pale face, he reluctantly stood up.

Perhaps because of a guilty conscience, Song Yanchen looked at the traces on the bed that had no place to hide, quickly turned the quilt over to cover the quilt, and grabbed the overcoat next to him to cover his body.

Song Yanchen held on to the wall, and every step he took was very difficult, and it took him hundreds of meters to walk a few meters away.

"....Who is outside?..." Song Yanchen yelled in his already hoarse voice with a pale face.

The person outside the door was silent for a moment, and it took a long time before he replied as if he had just woken up from a dream, "I am the new neighbor who borrowed your kitchen last time..."

When he heard it was him, Song Yanchen's tense body followed behind him. At this moment, he relaxed, and opened the door without hesitation.

As a result, as soon as the door was pulled, his body fell straight backward again because of the unbearable weight.

The man's pupils trembled, he wrapped his arms around his waist, and gently hugged him into his arms, Song Yanchen's nose bumped into the man's shoulder.

Song Yanchen's expression was slightly dull, and he touched his nose subconsciously.

This scene...

a bit familiar...

"Are you okay..." The man hurriedly hugged Xu Linting, and adjusted her to a new posture.

I'm fine....

Song Yanchen's eyes were empty, as if he suddenly realized what had happened to him, the tears finally couldn't be stopped anymore, they flowed down in a swish, and intermittent cries followed from his mouth.

How could it be all right?

"I...I was..." Song Yanchen hurriedly stammered.

Perhaps because of the embarrassment, he never said the last few words of this sentence.

Instead, he tried his best to pull at the collar of his coat with his powerless hands, and without trying to hide it, he boldly and collapsed to reveal the hickey marks on his body.

----- It can be said that anyone with a discerning eye can clearly guess what is going on with Song Yanchen combined with Song Yanchen's expressions, movements and reactions.

If the previous few times were all dreams, then this time, Song Yanchen couldn't even deceive himself and others.

The man's body froze imperceptibly at this moment, and even the movement that led him to hug Song Yanchen was frozen in place.

Song Yanchen noticed the change in the other party's eyes, thinking that the other party still didn't believe it, desperately and suffocated, he tugged on the other party's clothes, and kept crying uneasy, "...Really, I didn't lie to you, really, There is really a ghost...."

"I...I..."

As he said that, Song Yanchen was so emotional that he even took a little breath.

Song Yanchen kept shaking the man's body, and for a while, he didn't notice the man's eyes were slightly absent-minded and slightly stunned at this moment.

"...What should I do..."

Song Yanchen whimpered and cried like a helpless child.

The man finally came to his senses, his brows were furrowed, and he hugged him horizontally, his movements were very light, for fear of hurting him.

The sudden feeling of suspension once again startled Song Yanchen. He leaned his head into the man's embrace. His body trembled, his teeth were clenched tightly, and his fingers were clutching the man's sleeves. Tears flowed out, smashing into the bottom of the man's clothes.

Just as the man was about to put him back on the bed, Song Yanchen's body froze suddenly, and almost subconsciously he reached out and clenched the man's arm, and the frequency of his body shaking became faster and faster.

The man paused, as if he suddenly realized something, his eyes changed slightly, his footsteps turned around, he hugged him quickly, and walked towards the sofa.

Song Yanchen breathed a sigh of relief visibly, but his pale face still didn't look too good.

Looking at Song Yanchen, who was extremely fragile and pale, the man's fingers unconsciously clenched, his eyes showed a trace of confusion, and he was a little helpless.

"...You..." The man opened his mouth slowly, "...does it hurt?..."

Song Yanchen trembled, his face flushed red, his expression was extremely embarrassing, and he even leaned against him The body in the man's arms became very uncomfortable.

Song Yanchen's reaction undoubtedly gave the man an affirmative answer.

The man's expression froze, and he, who was obviously seductive but invisible, appeared very clumsy at this moment.

Shouldn't it be comfortable?

Did it really hurt?

Even the man's expression became a little chapped.

He gently put him on the sofa, and supported Song Yanchen's waist with a pillow, not letting him lie down directly.

The man sat on Song Yanchen's side nervously, for a moment he didn't even dare to look at Song Yanchen, and only dared to secretly observe the other person's face from the corner of his eye.

Song Yanchen held the man's hand tremblingly, and the man froze, and held the other hand back.

"...I'm so scared..." Song Yanchen could no longer control his emotions, lowered his head, and cried out tremblingly, "That ghost is not a dream, he is real..." The

man's eyes widened Changed, he pulled the man into his arms, his heart ached, his tone was firm and decisive, "Don't be afraid, no one will hurt you."

Song Yanchen couldn't hold back, grabbed the man's neck, and buried his face Going in, the body is still trembling uncontrollably.

The man's complicated mood grew like wormwood, and some dared not look at his crying bride.

He stretched out his hands and began to massage his bride, who was twisted to the lower back, carefully comforting her.

I don't know how long time passed before Song Yanchen's collapsed emotions were slowly healed under the comfort of the man.

His eyes were red and swollen, and there were still many tears on his face.

Song Yanchen held the man's hand tremblingly, and said with a little embarrassment, "You..."

"...Can you stay with me all the time tonight?..." The

man raised his head and said straightly Looking at Song Yanchen, his eyes were as deep as wolves.

He opened a pair of bottomless black eyes, and said hoarsely, "...What did you just say?..."

Song Yanchen suddenly realized that his words were ambiguous, his face turned red, and he hurriedly explained, "I, I mean..."

"I'm afraid that ghost will show up again..."

"..." The man's body froze, and the eyes of the two met.

"...No..."

Even though his whole body was sore, Song Yanchen still stubbornly and nervously hugged the man's arm, for fear that the other party would leave his side, looking pitiful.

His bride...

really doesn't have the slightest awareness of being a source of fatal temptation...

Looking at the lover nestled in his arms, the man stretched out his hand in mid-air, moving down silently, Hugging the other party lightly, he opened his lips with difficulty, "Are you hungry? Me, I'll cook for you..."

Song Yanchen's head was stuffed in the other party's arms and he didn't speak. He shook his head sullenly, and put He buried his head even tighter, acting like he was afraid that the other party would abandon him.

Seeing this, the man stopped when he was about to get up. Who would have thought that the moment Song Yanchen stopped shaking his head, his stomach began to growl honestly. Although the sound was not loud, it was enough to make the room feel uncomfortable. The two people in the room could hear it clearly.

"..." Song Yanchen's body froze, and his fair and moist cheeks also began to turn red. For a moment, even the movement of grabbing the corner of the man's clothes followed him, and he clenched even tighter. The embarrassment of finding a hole to burrow into.

"..." The man's expression froze for a moment when he heard the voice, and he lowered his head to look at the little 'liar' who was retracting into his arms.

"...I'll cook for you right now," the man patted Song Yanchen on the back, his voice soft as if coaxing a disobedient child.

Song Yanchen blushed, reluctantly raised his head from the man's arms, his eyes were filled with tears, ".No, don't..I, I'm afraid..."

'The real culprit is a fake kindness' The man slowly leaned down and looked at him like a torch, "I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere, trust me, okay?..."

Song Yanchen lowered his head weakly, wanting to get up and follow the man into the kitchen, but when he moved slightly, the wound felt a tingling pain, and he immediately gasped.

The man's eyes flickered slightly, and a pity flashed in his eyes.

He patted Song Yanchen's head, gently covered the other person with the original spread on the sofa, and said softly, "You first squint for a while, and I will call you when I'm done."

Unexpectedly, Song Yanchen shook his head immediately, with words written all over his face Rejection in capital letters, "No, no, if I fall asleep, that ghost will definitely appear again..." The

real ghost man was silent for a moment, turned his head, and rubbed Song Yanchen's head again, " ...No, believe me..."

After finishing speaking, the man knew that what he said seemed ambiguous and not convincing enough, so he quickly added, "...If you make any movement, I will I'll call you up at one o'clock."

Song Yanchen lowered his head, his almond eyes were wet, and he reluctantly let go of the man's sleeve.

He couldn't help wrinkling his face, and his voice became aggrieved, "Then...then you have to hurry up..." The

man looked at his cute little expression that made people want to kiss each other, With a slight smile, he said helplessly and dotingly, "Of course."

After finishing speaking, the man dawdled for a long time before walking into the kitchen unhurriedly.

Song Yanchen was lying sideways on the sofa, staring at the man's back with innocent eyes open, a little dazed alone.

In fact, he really didn't get a good night's sleep during this time...

Basically, he would feel very tired when he woke up the next day.

Song Yanchen lowered his eyes, his consciousness began to gradually blur...

don't sleep...

can't sleep...

Song Yanchen blinked at a high frequency with difficulty, trying hard to prevent himself from falling asleep again, but the drowsiness was like a tornado rushing over the sky, drowning him quickly, he didn't hold on for too long, the eyelids of both eyes finally couldn't bear it, and went straight to sleep past.

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"Brother, send a bouquet of flowers."

Song Yanchen lowered his head in the direction of the voice as if waking up from a dream, and stared blankly at the person who handed a bouquet of roses to him .

-------This is a little boy who doesn't look more than ten years old, with indistinguishable facial features, rare blue eyes, holding a large bouquet of bright roses in his hands, so delicate Like an angel kissed by God.

Song Yanchen looked at the other party, his expression was still somewhat confused, he didn't immediately take the rose from the other party's hand, but looked around in a daze.

High-rise buildings, soaring into the clouds, pedestrians coming and going on the road...

Song Yanchen's expression was still a little dull, he looked down at himself, and looked around again.

He...

how is he here? ...

Song Yanchen shook his drowsy head, and looked at the boy who handed him flowers with some helplessness.

Seeing that Song Yanchen finally looked at him, the boy's smile grew deeper.

Song Yanchen's face was reflected in his eyes, which were as blue as the sea, as if shining with some immeasurable dark light, and his voice was extremely sweet, "Brother, you look so good..."

Song Yanchen was still a little overwhelmed, and didn't notice for a moment that the seemingly harmless little boy in front of him had a cunning glint flashing across his face the moment he tilted his head, like a wolf aiming at its prey.

Song Yanchen felt inexplicably ashamed when he heard the boy's praise.

Seeing the boy holding up the rose all the time, stretching it in mid-air, even Song Yanchen was a little embarrassed, so he quickly took the flower and nodded his thanks, "Thank you..."

Who knows, Song Yanchen's flower just came After accepting it, the smile on the corner of the boy's mouth became more unsatisfactory, and the crisp voice suddenly became a little hoarse, "...as long as brother likes it..."

Song Yanchen didn't notice the other party .

Because compared to these, he was more confused about why he appeared here?

Thinking of this, Song Yanchen tapped his temple subconsciously, trying to wake up some memories.

Wait...

Song Yanchen's pupils trembled slightly, he swallowed, and his heart trembled.

He... isn't he in his own home? .....

Song Yanchen's expression was completely stiff, his heartbeat accelerated violently, his whole face turned completely pale, a chill ran down his back and rushed to the back of his neck, and the skin behind his ears quickly rose a bit goosebumps.

where is this

Song Yanchen's heart constricted violently, subconsciously held his breath, and looked around anxiously.

Suddenly, Song Yanchen realized something, and hurriedly looked at his arms and elbows. The original dense hickey marks disappeared without a trace, and even his wounds did not have the sharp burst throbbing.

....something is wrong...

"What is brother looking for?" Seeing Song Yanchen's series of slightly strange actions and reactions, the boy opened his lips with a half-smile, and even his eyes became sharp for no reason.

This is his dreamland!

Song Yanchen's face was pale, looking at the innocent boy in front of him, he took a step back subconsciously, even the rose bouquet in his hand was unconsciously thrown on the ground.

"..." The boy's eyes turned cold little by little, his deep and gloomy eyes were fixed on Song Yanchen's face tightly, and the whole person became silent. The intimacy of the little brother next door?

Song Yanchen's heart skipped a beat, and he panicked even more, his light brown eyelashes trembled, and his face was bloodless.

"Heh..." The boy was completely irritated, and threw all the roses he was holding onto the ground.

The moment the rose hit the ground, everything around it began to change drastically. The sky turned from sunny to cloudy, high-rise buildings collapsed, and all the cars and pedestrians disappeared in place like paper money that had been burnt to ashes. The red roses are all here at this moment, and the color begins to slowly change to dirty black... The

boy showed a crazy smile, gloomy and tyrannical, and walked slowly towards the position where Song Yanchen was standing. , ".....Why did you reject me?"

"Do you think I'm too young?..." The boy kept talking to himself, his expression became more and more distorted and crazy, and there was a sharp expression in his mouth. And a distorted cry.

Song Yanchen was terrified, and kept backing away, the whole portrait was pressed against his chest by the stone, and he couldn't breathe.

Seeing that the boy's hand was about to grab his arm, Song Yanchen was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.

Just at this moment, a strong and wide palm quickly hugged Song Yanchen's waist, and Song Yanchen also fell into the other's cold embrace.

Song Yanchen's pupils trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to look behind him.

The man raised his eyebrows coldly, sneered, his eyes suddenly sank, "Where is the brat..."

"How dare you touch my bride..."

The boy's face suddenly became distorted, and his eyes, which were originally as clear as blue seas, began to rot, leaving only two black holes, slowly oozing scarlet, and even the originally beautiful human skin gradually became bloody and bloody.

Not only was he not afraid, but he opened his mouth angrily, and with a sharp voice, he roared, "Him..."

"Give it back to me!!"

As soon as the boy's voice fell, the building that had already collapsed began to collapse. A raging fire was burning, and black dust began to fall in the air, like a broken fairy tale house, which was set on fire.

A nameless flame began to gather from all directions of the boy, and then aimed at the man's direction and rushed up.

The man rolled his eyes, first covered Song Yanchen's ears, then quickly grabbed Song Yanchen's wrist, and hid him behind him.

"Overestimate one's abilities." The

man's brows were full of disgust and impatience. With a wave of his right hand, the flames that flew up seemed to be poured with cold water, and immediately extinguished.

Song Yanchen was stunned by the scene in front of him, his back was tense, his whole body was cold, and after a while, he was afraid that it would climb into his heart.

He stared at the back of the man helplessly, then looked down at the wrists they held together, his heart beating like a drum.

The boy smiled instead of anger, and a childlike and innocent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He glanced up and down at the man, and there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"Then I'll play with you...hehe..." As he

spoke, the boy blinked and disappeared in front of the man in a wisp of smoke.

And everything around him seemed to have lost the sunlight suddenly, suddenly lost the light, Song Yanchen's eyes suddenly became pitch black, and he couldn't even see the figure of the man in front of him clearly.

Song Yanchen trembled, bit his lips tightly, his eyelashes fluttered, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

The man's deep eyes glowed with a cold light, and he noticed the changes around him.

He turned his head to look at Song Yanchen, noticed Song Yanchen's flustered expression and his heart paused. He pulled him into his arms and comforted him softly, "Don't be afraid... I'm here..." The

man hugged Song Yanchen even tighter, not only Unable to appease the other party, Song Yanchen trembled faster instead of less. The

man paused, as if he suddenly remembered something, and looked down at Song Yanchen's face.

Song Yanchen's eyelashes fluttered, his face lost all color, his forehead was sweating profusely, his expression was a little uneasy, and he almost subconsciously hid behind him, trying to break free.

It certainly doesn't send the same message to a man, that his bride is afraid of him.

As for the reason...

Seeing his bride's expression of fear and dodge, the man's expression became cramped, as if someone had stabbed his heart with a knife, his heart was hit hard, and his eyes dimmed, piercing deeply. hurt his eyes.

There was a bit of bitterness in the man's heart, and his voice was hoarse, "I'm sorry..."

Song Yanchen raised his head, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes, his expression moved slightly, like a glow on his back.

It's a pity that there is only blackness in front of his eyes, and he can't perceive the real expression of the man at all.

The man settled down and wanted to say something more, but before he could say anything, he seemed to have discovered something, his eyes sharpened sharply, and he looked around abruptly.

Song Yanchen could only feel the rustling sound of rubbing around him, and before he could react, the man hurriedly hugged him into his arms.

Song Yanchen was startled, panic flashed in his eyes, and he hugged the man's shoulder almost subconsciously to prevent himself from falling.

The man lowered his voice, "Hold me tight."

Song Yanchen's eyes shone brightly, his eyelashes fluttered twice, he stretched out his arms to hug him obediently and obediently, subconsciously buried his head in the man's arms, and his heartbeat started to speed up.

Strange...

He always felt that this 'ghost' was very familiar to him... The

man didn't explain much, his eyes flashed coldly, and he stared blankly at the approaching tentacles around him, his face darkened.

This is not Song Yanchen's dream, to be precise, this is the dream of that kid.

As the dream master, the little ghost has the right to fabricate dreams at will, just like the creator.

The man hugged the petite him with one arm, and began to counterattack and defend.

He had to make sure he didn't hurt the baby in his arms.

Song Yanchen's heart was thumping up and down, and he leaned nervously in the man's arms.

At this moment, he can't see anything, but because he can't see, his sense of hearing, touch, and smell are infinitely magnified, and he can clearly feel everything around him.

It seemed that something was constantly approaching where they were, and the evil spirits surrounding him struggled to fight back.

Suddenly, Song Yanchen felt a gust of cold wind brush against his right ear, and before he could react, the man suddenly hugged him and turned in one direction.

It was as if something had pierced into the flesh, and there was a soft "chi" sound.

Immediately afterwards, the man's mouth made a muffled sound, and before Song Yanchen could do anything, a stream of heat sprayed on his face, from his forehead to the depths of his neck.

After a while, he smelled the rusty smell that was so familiar to him--it was the smell of blood.

"..." Song Yanchen's heart trembled, his throat rolled, he felt as if a bamboo thorn was provoking his nerves in his temple, the pain was unbearable, he subconsciously held his breath, leaned on Tighten up man.

Ghosts...

do they bleed too?

The man's eyes were cold and stiff, and his pupils were as dark as a bottomless lake in the dim environment, bottomless.

"So it's here..." In the

next second, he hugged Song Yanchen tightly, shifted in an instant, and stepped on this little brat who didn't know what to do.

He stared condescendingly at the little ghost under his feet, his sharp eyes shone with a breathtaking cold light.

The kid knelt down on the ground with a disconsolate face, and his finger bones were so painful that he was shaking like crazy, as if he had experienced ten tortures by hand. He looked up at the man, with sparks of hatred in his eyes, and bit him hard Gritting his teeth, he barely let himself cry out.

The man squinted his eyes, his eyes were cold and cold.

Perhaps because he didn't want Song Yanchen to hear his voice, the man just moved his mouth slightly, silently delivering a cruel sentence to the kid under his feet.

'madness. After finishing

speaking, the man sneered, pressed the other's lifeblood, and increased the strength of his feet.

The little ghost couldn't control it anymore, he raised his head and let out a shrill and sharp cry.

Song Yanchen was startled when he heard the cry, his brows furrowed, and his whole body trembled.

After a while, there was a deafening "bang" sound like an explosion, and the kid exploded on the spot.

-------it's finally over.

The man had no time to care about his own wounds. He paused, lowered his head, looked at the shivering bride in his arms, and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead.

my bride.... .

Song Yanchen shuddered, mistakenly thinking that the other party was going to do the same thing as before, and said with fear in his voice, "No, no..." It

hurts too much...

Thinking of the heart-piercing pain, Song Yanchen wished he could faint on the spot.

The man's expression froze, and his heart felt an indescribable pain, as if something had suddenly shattered.

The man's kiss settled on Song Yanchen's eyebrows, like a superficial touch, and he quickly withdrew it.

...is... just so afraid of me? ...

Before Song Yanchen could breathe a sigh of relief, the man suddenly buried his face in his neck and rubbed Song Yanchen's ears.

But just such a small move shocked Song Yanchen again.

In the next second, he vaguely heard the 'ghost' hugging him make a sound in his ear in a begging and slightly crying tone.

"...don't be afraid of me.... okay?...."

"..." Song Yanchen's expression was in a daze, and the rhythm of his heart began to speed up for no reason, as if being caught by something Hitting his chest, he began to accelerate crazily.

Before Song Yanchen could answer, the man sighed to himself, as if making a very difficult decision.

"Forget it..."

What?

Song Yanchen opened his mouth, wanting to make a sound, but for some reason, he opened and closed for a long time, but couldn't say anything.

Inexplicably, as if a needle had been pricked in his heart, an ominous premonition flashed across him.

The man gave a wry smile, and muttered to himself, "Being harassed by ghosts...it must be hard..."

Song Yanchen's heart sank suddenly, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound. He was about to burst into tears.

The man looked down at his wound, feeling unexpectedly calm, and said insensibly, "After today... there will be no more ghosts to harass you..."

".....you are free...."

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"Wait!!"

Song Yanchen opened his eyes suddenly, and shouted unconsciously, his eyes widened and his breathing was short

He looked at all the familiar furniture in front of him, cold sweat dripped from his back, his heart felt weak, and even his heart was still speeding up.

With red eyes, Song Yan sat up with difficulty.

In such a huge room, apart from the hot dishes on the table, there was no atmosphere at all.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, and he was the only one left...

Song Yanchen's eyes were flushed, his nose was slightly astringent, and his eyes looked particularly dull.

He looked around uneasily, his legs trembling slightly.

Song Yanchen just wanted to open his mouth to call out the man's name, but when the words got stuck, he froze in place.

----------He suddenly discovered that he had never asked the other party's name, and he didn't know how to address the other party at all.

Song Yanchen's heart beat faster and faster, and cold sweat oozes from his palms.

With trembling legs, he limped into the kitchen ----- empty.

Even the sanitation in the kitchen has been cleaned intentionally by the man, even the dishes and chopsticks that Xu Linting had put in the sink for two days were washed and neatly put into the cupboard.

It is so clean that there is no trace of someone cooking in the kitchen just now...

Song Yanchen's lips moved, his heart beat faster and faster, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if someone had poured cold water on it.

He hurried out of the kitchen, looked around the house, and shouted, "Where are you?" He

shouted several times but still got no answer.

Song Yanchen was flustered and short of breath, and suddenly noticed that the spirit card that was originally placed on the locker disappeared at some point.

It was obvious that it couldn't be lost at first, but at this moment, it disappeared out of thin air.

Song Yanchen's right eyelid twitched, and the scene he dreamed of in his dream kept replaying in his mind.

A bold and ridiculous idea slowly took shape in his brain.

Song Yanchen's heart trembled, but he still harbored a naive fantasy.

He put on his coat resolutely, leaned on the wall with difficulty, and was about to go out.

No...no...

Song Yanchen tried his best to comfort himself, but his face became paler just right.

Song Yanchen walked out of the house, frightened and ready to knock on the door next door. There are only two residents on each floor, and there is no need for elimination.

Song Yanchen stood at the door with a serious face, his hands and feet were cold, and his breathing was slightly short of breath, as if he was about to cry.

He took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Every time he knocked, Song Yanchen's heart throbbed, and his panic became more and more serious.

After waiting for almost two minutes, no one opened the door, and Song Yanchen's heart sank slowly.

No one.......

Song Yanchen's tears could no longer be controlled, they burst out of his eyes and fell down, wetting his eyelashes.

In fact, it's not that he didn't realize that the evil ghost in his dream was indescribably similar in every way to the man who claimed to be his neighbor.

But Song Yanchen didn't dare to admit it, and didn't want to admit it...

But the result now is undoubtedly not giving Song Yanchen a blow in the head, telling him viciously, 'Yes, it will be such a coincidence, everything is true. '

What hurts him, and what he likes.

In fact, it was the same person...

Song Yanchen lowered his head and tried his best to digest everything that happened, as if his heart had been stuffed with a ball of cotton, which made him flustered and short of breath.

Song Yanchen supported the wall and was about to turn around.

Coincidentally, the moment he turned around, there was the sound of the door lock being pulled open behind him.

A beam of yellow halo light shone directly on Song Yanchen from the inside of the room, and a strong and muscular figure appeared on the ground, covering Song Yanchen's shadow directly.

Song Yanchen looked at the shadow on the ground with a happy expression, and suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

A man with wet hair and only half a towel wrapped in a towel appeared at the door of the room.

------The man has a mixed-race face, with straight and clear features, very cold and hard lines, extremely black hair, black eyebrows, and a naked upper body that fully reveals the man's beautiful and well-proportioned biceps. Both exude a sexy message of male hormones.

It wasn't him...

Song Yanchen's heart sank back to the bottom, and the smile on his face disappeared completely.

The moment the man saw Song Yanchen, his brows were slightly raised, and the hand that was wiping his hair with a towel was also fixed. A flash of unthinking amazement flashed in his eyes, and his sharp and fierce eyes were immediately locked on Song Yanchen.

"Tsk..." The man's eyes flickered with a dark light, his voice was like a handful of sand, low magnetic hoarse, with a bit of joking, ".