Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

He Mian raised the corners of his lips and walked slowly to the sofa. As soon as he sat down, she came up to him.

Bai Yao hugged him with her hands and feet, her eyes sparkling, "Don't you want to rest?"

"I've rested, don't worry about me." He Mian let Bai Yao's hand rest on his chest and rub it intentionally or unintentionally, picked up the clothes next to him with one hand, and asked her: "Would you like to wear it?"

Bai Yao asked curiously: "Where did you get my clothes?"

In his hands he held a set of clean clothes, pink body-hugging fabric, and a green floral dress, and next to it was even a pair of white sandals that she usually wore.

He Mian said: "When Yaoyao fell asleep, I quietly went to your room to get it."

Bai Yao glanced at the clean shoes on He Mian's feet and said "Oh".

He Mian kissed her and said, "Let me help you put it on."

He has always been good at hands-on work. I still remember that the first time they did it, He Mian had no idea how to unbutton his underwear. Bai Yao deliberately didn't help him. It was quite interesting to see him in such an awkward position.

But now, He Mian knows every feature of Bai Yao's clothes, and he is extremely skilled in taking action.

The thin blanket on Bai Yao's body slid off, and He Mian's vision suddenly seemed to be stained with flames, but he still restrained himself and raised Bai Yao's arms. When he put the small clothes on her, Bai Yao was already pressed against his bare chest.

The touch of skin against skin made the temperature of this cold night continue to rise.

He Mian wanted to say "stop making trouble", but he had already rested, so the energetic Bai Yao took the opportunity to kiss him, then pushed him down with force, and had a deeper entanglement with him.

"He Mian, your body is still very cold."

No one knew what she had done. When the lightning flashed, only her shadow could be seen on the wall. He held her waist and helped her sit down slowly.

The young man let out a broken groan from his throat, but he was reluctant to let go of her waist, fearing that she would fall off the sofa.

The girl leaned over and smiled softly, "Let me help you warm up."

He could no longer hold back, and his pleasant voice lingered in her ears for a long time.

However, no matter how hard Bai Yao tried, contrary to his passion for her, his body was still cold.

After He Mian was "harassed" by her, the redness at the corners of his eyes had not yet faded, and his young body still exuded a faint, blushing aura.

His messy hair, satisfied look, and the marks on his body, everything showed how decadent he was at the moment.

She had been staring at him for a long time.

He Mian put clothes on her, met her gaze, and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

Bai Yao held his face in her hands. She could still feel him with her fingertips, but the temperature difference when their skin touched was very different from before.

She asked: "He Mian, are you cold?"

He Mian smiled, "It's not cold."

Bai Yao added: "I feel like I slept for a long time, but it's still dark now."

"Yaoyao, you are just too tired."

Bai Yao leaned in his arms, his hands combed her long hair, the gentle warmth made her a little drowsy again, "I remember I was at home, and suddenly I fell into the water. It was so strange, I obviously can swim, but at that time I lost my strength and I couldn't move."

He Mian didn't know how to explain it. In fact, there were many things he couldn't explain.

Bai Yao looked at him with a smile, and her voice regained its vitality, "But you appeared, like a hero descending from the sky. He Mian, you are my hero!"

There was a gleam of light in He Mian's dark eyes. Just such an exaggerated sentence from her could easily make him feel like he was walking on clouds and feel extremely happy.

The longer he was with Bai Yao, the more he, a stone-like man, gradually regained the vitality of youth. Just like now, the joy in his heart lingered between his eyebrows, softening his gaze.

What Bai Yao liked most was to see an expression of embarrassment or joy on his cold and hard face. This gave her a great sense of accomplishment. She had turned a piece of stone into a young boy.

She snuggled into his arms and looked at him for a long time with a smile.

He Mian gradually felt embarrassed and had to raise his hands to cover his eyes, "Don't look at me."

Bai Yao laughed out loud, "My boyfriend, what's wrong with me looking at him more?"

He Mian pursed his lips lightly and put down his hand. When Bai Yao saw his shadow again in her eyes, he couldn't help but half lower his head, trying to avoid it, but was held up by her hand again.

She smiled and said, "How cute."

He Mian's ears felt hot, but he couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips. He felt happy when his girlfriend said anything that expressed her love for him.

Bai Yao tilted her head and said, "I suddenly remembered that the old photo I saw in the cabin before was similar to the wedding photo I saw in the strange room."

He asked: "Wedding photos?"

Bai Yao nodded, stood up and ran to the corner, and took out the old photo from a wooden box on the wooden shelf. Then she ran back and nestled into his arms, looking at the photo with him. "I entered a strange room, and the photo hanging on the wall of that room was exactly the same as this photo."

"He Mian." She looked up at him, "You said that the people in the photo were a couple, they were the first owners of the manor, Mr. Luo and Mrs. Luo. Then, could the room I saw be their wedding room? But this seems a little wrong..."

Bai Yao stroked his chin and muttered, "I've lived in the manor for so long, I know exactly how many rooms there are on the second floor. There's a wall at the end of the corridor, so there shouldn't be any rooms. Could it be that... that room is sealed by the wall?"

The moment thunder sounded outside the window, He Mian covered Bai Yao's ears.

She was not scared by the thunder. To be more precise, the moment she was held in his arms, nothing could scare her anymore.

Bai Yao suddenly lost interest in the photo. She stared at the boy in front of her. He couldn't say any sweet words to make people happy, and he was not sunny and likable, but he would always keep away any unstable factors.

So no matter how strong the wind and rain outside were, no matter how deep and silent this endless night was, she did not feel the slightest bit of fear.

Bai Yao said: "He Mian, do you think there are really ghosts in this world?"

He Mian's dark eyes flickered gently, "Yaoyao, I'm here, don't be afraid."

"I'm not scared." Bai Yao hugged his waist. In this dark room, the two of them leaned against each other, like little animals keeping each other warm. She smiled and raised her eyes, "If there really are ghosts, every ghost must be someone who is haunting someone else's dreams."

He Mian laughed softly, "Yeah."

Bai Yao buried her face in his chest, "He Mian, we must be together forever."

There was a sob in his voice, "Okay."

Just like colored glass, even its beauty cannot conceal its original fragility. Just a slight bit of wind and snow can ruthlessly destroy it along the cracks.