Delicate beauty gets entangled by paranoia

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 muscles, 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 snake spitting out the letter 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, his right eyelid kept twitching up and down, and he woke 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.

"woke up?"

A 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 in front of the table against the light. The sunlight outside the window reflected faintly on his body, as if he was 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 take the initiative to ask, the man strode forward naturally, put the pillow next to Song Yanchen's back, and said with a light smile, "You passed out in the bathroom, I carried you out. …”

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

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 said that, the man's tone paused slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, "...By the way, help you change a set of clothes."

Song Yanchen's brain buzzed, his light brown eyelashes fluttered up and down, his lips parted slightly, as if he hadn't digested the meaning of the man's words, 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! He has so many hickeys.

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, " Get up and eat."

Song Yanchen stared wide-eyed in the dim and flickering light, a tingling electric current suddenly sprang up where the skin and flesh touched, Song Yanchen was so sensitive that his whole body shrank into a ball when the man touched him casually, and was so anxious that he 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 remained calm, with an upright expression so decisive that Song Yanchen subconsciously covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming. Voice.

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 movements are ambiguous and have a bit of indescribable charm.

so......

Was the monster he 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.

and many more.....

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

Song Yanchen shuddered, and quickly raised his head to look in the direction the man was looking at. In the next second, he suddenly saw the spirit card placed on the top of the storage shelf that stood tall 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 play that...I don't know how it came from..."

As he spoke, Song Yanchen was about to cry immediately, the tears swirled hard in his eyes, and even his speech became a little choked up, "...I just threw it out, I don't know why it appeared again... .”

Song Yanchen's nerves collapsed, and he spoke with anxiety and crying, his whole face turned pale as if bleeding from blood, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"I, I seem to have hit a ghost..."

The man stared at his bride closely, and the smile deepened on the corner of his mouth. He grasped the other's trembling hands, held them tightly, and comforted him softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Seeing that Song Yanchen's tears couldn't stop, the man took advantage of the opportunity and sat beside him, hugged him into his arms, put his wide palm behind his back, and silently stroked Song Yanchen's back as a gesture of comfort, like a While coaxing each other, the despicable villain knew it well but didn't explain 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 talked, the more excited Song Yanchen became, and even more tears flowed down his face.

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 adorable when she cried...

He rubbed the other person's hair, and continued to comfort him softly, "I believe in you, don't be afraid, just speak slowly..."

When Song Yanchen heard it, he cried louder with a 'wow', and buried his face in the opponent's arms, like a drowning person grabbing a piece of foam, and began to vomit bitterly 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 anything special happen to you yesterday?"

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

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

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

He pretended to be mysterious and lowered his head, looking like he was thinking, paused strategically for a moment, and a strange dark light flashed in his eyes, "...or maybe you picked up a red envelope... "

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

His hairs stood on end all of a sudden, his whole body trembled, his face was lifeless, 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 speed accelerated, "But I just touched it, I didn't take it away at all, I didn't even open it."

The man looked at the expression on his bride who was so anxious that she was almost fainting, smiled without saying a word, and just threw a suggestive look at her. Song Yanchen paused for a moment, then turned back suddenly with a pale face, and followed the man's gaze to look at him Pillows behind.

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 from the man's hand, his voice was hoarse and frightened, "Don't touch it!"

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

In an extremely inscrutable tone, he said slowly, "I heard from the older generation that some people will find a ghost marriage partner for their unmarried daughter or son who died unexpectedly."

"They will stuff the hair of the deceased and the villain with the date of birth into the red envelope, 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...

wedding dress.....rooster.....

And that mysterious man...

The man stared at him silently, his eyes flickering, "...Once the contract takes effect, even if it is death, the two will not be separated..."

poor bride....

You are meant to be mine....

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The author has something to say:

Xiao Song: Scared me to death, there is a ghost woo woo woo

A certain ghost: Come, come, come to my arms! !