Chapter Twenty-One: School Ghost Stories 21

Lu Cen was so frightened that her heart stopped and her pupils dilated.

He dared not move, much less breathe loudly.

As Lu Cen leaned against the wall, he suddenly sensed something amiss. Someone was breathing heavily and coldly in his ear. Almost immediately, Lu Cen thought of the snow-white monster.

A body pressed against his back, its icy temperature making him shiver, and his breath turned into white mist.

To the perpetrator, that sound was like a thunderclap.

"who?!"

The man spotted Lu Cen and also saw what was behind him. His eyes widened in fear, and the dagger slipped from his hand.

The loud crash startled those outside.

The ice spread rapidly, and soon ice formed on their bodies. Frost flowers bloomed from under their feet, and snowflakes of ice and snow rose up their calves. In just a few seconds, even the strands of their hair were frozen solid.

The people who came in and the perpetrators couldn't move an inch. They watched helplessly as Lu Cen was held in someone's arms, her face covered in frost. Within seconds, Lu Cen was frozen unconscious.

Perhaps it was because the scent Xiang Ming left on him was too strong, the snow-white monster seemed to dislike the smell, and its hands were rough, leaving red marks wherever it touched.

Lu Cen felt as if his skin was about to be peeled off. He didn't care what it was and grabbed its hand with great effort. The icy touch sobered him up a bit.

The monster seemed to really like his waist, gently stroking it and playfully circling around his navel. Even though the monster's body temperature was cool, this action seemed to exude a certain warmth.

Lu Cen's head was spinning again, and as his thoughts drifted, the surrounding scenery kept flashing before his eyes.

Yu Guangzhong observed that those people were frozen even faster than Lu Cen, their bodies covered in a layer of ice and encased inside.

The teaching building was eerie at night, his blood seemed to freeze inside him, and the world seemed to slow down. A warm hand wrapped around his waist.

It's Su Yi'an.

"Enough people have died." Su Yi'an held him, her body radiating coldness.

The snow-white monster shed its terrifying appearance and returned to its normal human form. A dark shadow came from afar, twisted into a shape, and landed at the feet of the snow-white monster. It was a shadow.

The snow-white monster, or rather Xiang Ming, lazily raised his hand, his voice hoarse and unlike that of a living person: "It's so cold."

Its entire body was cold and sinister. Its gaze lingered on Lu Cen's neck for a few seconds before turning to look at Su Yi'an, its voice muffled: "What, you like him?"

Su Yi'an did not answer.

"You've only met him a few times."

Su Yi'an looked at him: "So what?"

"It's really heartbreaking. I pursued you for years, and you never even gave me a second glance," Xiang Ming said, making a startling statement.

What is it about you that I would like to like?

"What's your affection worth? Do I care? It's just youthful ignorance." Xiang Ming laughed strangely as he spoke, his eyes flashing red: "Don't think I'm keeping you alive because I don't want to kill you."

At this moment, the shadow beneath Xiang Ming's feet stirred restlessly, as if trying to break free, and Xiang Ming's skin faintly glowed white, as if it were about to turn back into a snow-white monster.

Xiang Ming doesn't have much time to be conscious. When he loses control of his body, his shadow breaks free and wanders alone, while his real body turns into a snow-white monster.

He was somewhat unwilling, but his eyes grew increasingly lifeless.

Su Yi'an watched, then quickly left with Lu Cen in her arms.

After he left, his shadow followed him through the gap.

The two rushed into a classroom, panting heavily.

After regaining her composure, Su Yi'an finally saw Lu Cen's appearance clearly: his lips were swollen and red, and his clothes were loose and baggy. A flash of anger crossed Su Yi'an's eyes, but she quickly suppressed it: "Who did this?"

Lu Cen was bewildered. Before he could answer, Su Yi'an stepped forward and grabbed his shoulders. Caught off guard, he was kissed squarely. Lu Cen's lips were soft, and Su Yi'an felt numb all over. Lu Cen's lips were slightly thick, and he could either rub them or bite them. His breath sprayed into Su Yi'an's nose, and his blood boiled.

Su Yi'an was instantly captivated by the kiss.

Lu Cen was so badly tormented that he was barely alive. He could only accept whatever others did to him. His mouth hurt so much, and his legs hurt so much too.

Tears streamed down her face, wetting Su Yi'an's chin.

Su Yi'an stepped back a little, wiped away his tears, and whispered in his ear, "You've kissed so many other people already, why are you still crying?"

Lu Cen was almost furious, and said in a tearful voice, "It wasn't me who kissed you."

That means you came to me on your own.

Su Yi'an paused, then, somewhat embarrassed and angry, bit him hard.