Infinite Game: The delicate and charming girl wins every game

No matter where you are, it is always different when someone is with you. Just like when your parents are called to school, you might be scared when you are alone, but not when you are with someone.

Ji Zhe is in this state of mind now. If he were to stay alone in such a strange sedan chair, it would really not work.

It was always uncomfortable for the two of them to stay in the same position all the time. Even if there was a cushion in the sedan chair, it would still hurt people. Ji Zhe originally planned to move a little to change his position, but when he loosened his arms around the man's neck, a bright red flashed in front of his eyes, making Ji Zhe freeze in place;

He blinked, and at first thought it was his eyes that were blurry. He clearly remembered that the clothes he was wearing today should be black...

Ji Zhe turned his head stiffly and slowly to look at the man. As expected, the two men's clothes had been changed into wedding gowns that symbolized a happy occasion. They were embroidered with expensive and beautiful gold thread patterns, which was enough to show how precious the gowns were.

But----

"Mr. Crow, our clothes..."

Every word Ji Zhe spoke trembled and he sounded almost crying. His heart was pounding as if it was going to jump out of his throat.

The man who was holding him could sense the fear coming from the boy, but he didn't have any desire to comfort him;

The man stroked Ji Zhe's forehead again and again, and made a random gesture where the boy couldn't see. The four paper figures carrying the sedan froze for a moment, then returned to normal.

But this moment alone was enough to cause the sedan to shake.

As expected, the boy whimpered, then hugged him tightly, burying his trembling body in the man's arms again;

The man, who was also wearing a luxurious wedding gown, curled his lips in satisfaction, and stroked and pressed the fair and smooth skin on the back of Ji Zhe's neck with his calloused thumb, as if he was soothing a frightened kitten.

See, he doesn't even need to do anything extra, just move his fingers, and the young man coveted by so many people will take the initiative to "throw himself into his arms".

Ji Zhe was so nervous that she almost bit her lip, and she didn't care what the man was doing;

It was obviously a wedding dress made of expensive and excellent materials, but he felt very scared and uncomfortable when he put it on;

He didn't even know when he changed into these clothes. He didn't expect the ghosts here to be so powerful. They were completely different from those he had encountered in the cemetery before.

"This is how to do ah?"

Ji Zhe didn't dare to speak loudly. A gust of cold wind blew in through the curtain outside. He shrank his neck, leaned silently on the man's shoulder, frowned and asked listlessly.

Mr. Crow did not answer, and Ji Zhe felt even more wronged. He did not want to cry. His mother said that a real man should not cry easily, but————

Ji Zhe pursed his lips for a long time, but finally couldn't help but buried his head, letting out a low and soft whimper:

"Mr. Crow, are we going to die here?"

In fact, in reality, he often saw Ji Zhe crying, but it was mostly pretend;

Children who are spoiled are always a little bit spoiled. When they are unhappy, their eyes turn red and their mouths purse. When they look at people, their eyes are clear as if they contain water. Their pitiful appearance always attracts people's love and affection.

Of course, he was no exception. After all, at that time, he was 'tricked' by the boy's appearance.

However, this was the first time he saw Ji Zhe crying so sadly, not pretending;

The clothes on his shoulders were soaked little by little, and the boy's sobbing turned into silent tears. The man's originally calm expression showed a hint of hesitation, and his hand around the boy's waist tightened unconsciously, but then slowly loosened;

He leaned forward, and the person in his arms fell backwards. He raised his hand and hooked the boy's chin, forcing Ji Zhe to look at him;

The boy's eye circles, eye corners, nose tip, and cheeks were all red, his eyes were sparkling, and his long eyelashes were full of tears, hanging down heavily;

The big tears silently slid down his cheeks, and fell on the base of his right hand. Although they were not heavy, they hurt him.

But he was still biting his lower lip stubbornly, not letting out a single cry, as if he was suppressing the grievance in his heart.

"Actually, I'm not scared, I just—"

The boy still spoke with a strong nasal tone. He sniffed and continued,

"I just miss mom and dad."

Jizhe had rarely traveled far since he was born. His university was near his home, so he would go back home every other day.

Because he was kidnapped when he was a child, his parents were always worried that he would be in danger outside;

He has loved painting since he was a child and has invited famous painters to be his teachers. After graduating from university, he would occasionally hold art exhibitions, and his parents would always come no matter how busy they were.

Many of Jizhe's college classmates are married at this age. Sometimes he worries whether his current behavior is considered a "stay-at-home" behavior and whether his parents will dislike him.

"No," he still remembered his mother's answer at the time, "Azhe can do whatever he wants. If he doesn't want to go out, he can stay at home forever and accompany mom and dad forever."

But now he was dying.