Just as I was about to say, ‘Then let’s go in after you repair it’.

Song Jiamu held her hand.

The broad and hot temperature of his palm came from her wrists and flowed all over his body.

Yun Shuqian looked up at him, and saw that he looked calm, so his fear was dispelled much better.

As the door behind him closed, the light disappeared immediately. It was indeed a power outage, and the entire villa was painted black.

Yun Shuqian became nervous again, feeling the surroundings were chilly and his hearing was maximized. He always felt that there were many cockroaches and spiders crawling.

"Flashlight, turn on the flashlight..." she urged.

Song Jiamu turned on the flashlight given by the staff.

The batch with poor quality is just a beam of orange light, but it can just illuminate the way in.

Yun Shuqian was close to him, and the two of them slowly moved forward.

After walking through this section of the road, there was some light ahead, which was the oil lamp in the villa, but I still couldn't see the surrounding scenery clearly.

As she walked past a table in the hall, Song Jiamu stopped and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Yun Shuqian didn't understand why, so he urged him to leave quickly.

“…There’s something pulling me.”

"Don't talk nonsense... Don't you have flashlight?"

Song Jiamu shone the light of the flashlight under his feet, and a pair of five fingers stretched out from the table and kept squirming. His hands, covered in terrifying wounds, were grabbing his trouser legs and crawling out bit by bit.

"ah!"

The girl immediately had goose bumps all over her body, as if there were cockroaches around her. She screamed and started break-dance, then threw herself into Song Jiamu's arms, like a koala, pounced on him in front of him, her slender legs tightly crossed his waist, and her head also drilled into his coat, as if she was about to drill a hole in him, her forehead against his chest and kept pushing forward...

Song Jiamu: “…”

At least you are a little reserved, and at the beginning, you just threw yourself into my arms?

In such an environment, Song Jiamu had no intention of experiencing the feeling of a girl pounced on him like a koala. He broke away from the ghost's hand, picked up Yun Shuqian and held it up, and walked quickly.

...

Yun Shuqian's heart beat very fast, and she was invisible. She buried her head completely on his shoulder like an ostrich.

Her hair also scattered along his collar, and it was smooth and smooth.

With him holding her, she doesn't have to walk by herself.

I only felt that he was walking quickly, running, turning back, and tense all over. Her ears could clearly hear his breathing, and the hot breaths blew on her side face one after another.

Yun Shuqian seemed to have found the secret to passing the haunted house. She no longer listened to the strange sounds around her. She lay on him, closed her eyes timidly, focused all her attention to feeling Song Jiamu's heartbeat, counting the frequency of his heartbeat, once, twice, three times...

There was a warm and hot smell in his arms. When he was held by him, she could not feel the coldness in the haunted house, nor could she smell the strange and disgusting stench in the haunted house.

Her hands reached into the inside of his denim jacket, circled around him, hugging him tightly, and buried her head deeper in him.

A huge sense of security surrounded her, and she suddenly felt that it was meaningful that Song Jiamu was so tall.

Koala is hugging!

...

Until the light passed through the eyelids, the eyes were filled with orange-red warmth. The dimness and coldness in the haunted house just seemed like my own hallucination, Yun Shuqian heard the noisy voices outside again.

And Song Jiamu's slightly rapid breathing and heartbeat.

She didn't get off him either, her eyes closed and she didn't open, but she heard the sound of his swallowing.

Then I felt that the temperature of the palm he held her thigh became higher, and the palm seemed to have a little sticky sweat. The part of her thigh skin that touched his palm also began to get hot and became numb...

Wearing a short skirt seems like a mistake.

From outsiders' perspective, Song Jiamu's hands seemed to be stretched under her skirt. In fact, the girl's thighs were amazingly smooth and tender.

Until now, Song Jiamu had the intention to start feeling it.

It was not difficult for her to pick it up, and it was much easier than lifting the flower pot that day, and she could smell her hair when she breathed.

"Out, is it coming out?"

"It's out."

The girl in her arms became sluggish. It would be fine if she didn't twist. When she twisted, Song Jiamu's face began to flush and blood rushed into her head. If this continues, she will really come out.

He quickly let go of the palm that was holding her thighs, and Yun Shuqian also jumped down.

As if nothing had happened, she pretended to pat the smell of the haunted house on her body.

Under the girl's pleated skirt, there were two obvious red marks on the back of her white thighs. Of course, she didn't turn her head and couldn't see it, and she just felt a little numb.

His hair was a little messy, his forehead rubbed against him, his face was red, his body was hot, and he only had a pair of big eyes that were a little happy like victory after breaking through the haunted house.

Looking back, Song Jiamu sat on the ground, his legs were bent and his arms were wrapped around his knees, and he was breathing slightly.

"The haunted house, but that's it!" Yun Shuqian felt that he was doing it again.

“…?”

Song Jiamu was speechless and wanted to die. The arm that pulled his trouser legs was just the opening. The journey ahead was indeed quite terrifying. He even saw the "corpse" that was broken. The light and shadow effects of the ghost and the bloody scene were very realistic.

And this guy hid in his arms and closed his eyes tightly, and he was embarrassed to say it.

"Be careful not to sleep by yourself at night."

"I, I'm not afraid."

Yun Shuqian snorted. For her, the most scary thing about this adventure was probably the time to watch a documentary.

"Song Jiamu, are you so scared that your legs are weak? You can't get up yet."

"I'll take it easy. You're too heavy. I'm so tired that my legs are weak. I'm not as brave as you."

"I don't think you are too old."

Yun Shuqian said: "I heard your heart beat very quickly, you must have been frightened."

"Yes, yes, the president is the most courageous, you are right."

Song Jiamu was convinced.

The timid girl would not just throw herself into his arms and hug her like her.

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Chapter completed!