Chapter 87 Husband, Come and Hug Me

There was no light in the room, and after the door was closed, even the moonlight was blocked tightly, not a bit of it coming in. After entering, Shen Wangshu felt that he couldn't see his hand in front of him, and he couldn't even see where Chen Ting was, let alone take the opportunity to check on his condition.

Just now at the door, I could still hear some wheezing sounds, but after entering, it was quiet. The other guy in the room seemed to have deliberately restrained and suppressed all his breath. Shen Wangshu could only feel that there was another huge monster with a strong presence in the room.

A very strong thing was wrapped around her waist, and it refused to let go even after pulling her into the house. Shen Wangshu couldn't see it, but he could feel that the shape of this thing was from thick to thin, like a snake but not quite like a snake, but it was definitely a living creature.

She couldn't quite imagine what this thing was. She pursed her lips and bravely reached out to touch it, only to feel a little cold. Then the thing moved away in a flash, as if it was not touched by a human hand but burned by sulfuric acid.

If you don't want me to touch you, then don't let me touch you. Chen Ting didn't say anything, so Shen Wangshu took the initiative to call him: "Husband? Are you there?"

There was no response for a long time. Just when Shen Wangshu thought that Chen Ting had fallen asleep due to the effect of the drug, a man's dull voice "Here" came from the other side of the room far away from him.

"Why are you so far away from me?" Shen Wangshu asked, then he remembered, "Is your disease contagious?"

"No." This time he answered quickly without hesitation.

In this room, Chen Ting seemed to have turned into a saw-mouthed gourd. He remained silent and answered every question. Shen Wangshu stopped talking to him and began to grope around in the small dark room.

Chen Ting had just come in, and it looked like he was just in the early stages of the disease. His condition should not be so serious as to make him lose his mind, because at least the two of them could still communicate, and he seemed sober.

This house is much taller than he had imagined. From the outside, it looks like an ordinary two or three-story building, empty and large. Shen Wangshu suspected that if he shouted here, there would be an echo.

She groped her way inside from the door, and was blocked by something. She reached out and touched it, and found it was a large, bumpy metal ball with many scratches on it - could it be that Chen Ting usually spent his time sharpening knives when he was bored here? He loves his sword so much that he carries it with him all the time, so it seems possible.

Apart from this ball, there seemed to be nothing else in the room.

Shen Wangshu was concentrating on exploring the new environment and had no idea that if she looked up at this moment, she would see two yellow "light bulbs" hanging high above her head, staring at her without blinking.

The monster stared at the little man in the room and studied the toy he used to sharpen his claws when he was restless with a serious look on his face. Then he clumsily and carefully explored his territory, approaching him little by little... I felt my heart was melted by his cuteness.

But now he could neither hold the person in his arms nor hold him in his claws as he had imagined, and he didn't even dare to make a sound.

The monster felt as if his whole body and mind were being fried in a frying pan, suffering in some inexplicable fire, and the little lady on the ground was the only water that could save him.

But this handful of water was too small. If he couldn't control his strength well, the water would be burned to ashes by his endless flames with one claw.

So he didn't dare to approach her or touch her no matter what.

He could only look at her like this, retracting his sharp claws, closing his wings that could create strong winds, holding his tail that was as powerful as an iron whip tightly in his arms, and then pressing his huge body tightly into the corner.

The young lady was so close to her, in the same space as her—a forbidden place that no one could enter. As long as there was a little light coming in from outside, she could see what kind of monster was in the same room with her...

Chen Ting's nervous mind went blank. Although his emotions and mind were extremely excited, he had no thoughts at all, as if he was stupid. Therefore, Shen Wangshu could not hear his extremely complicated emotions and thoughts.

The room was pitch black. Shen Wangshu groped her way for a long time. She didn't know where Chen Ting was and he didn't say a word. The more she walked, the more nervous she became. She felt as if she was the only one left in the world.

Shen Wangshu came from a book, and if she had any new weakness, it was that she was afraid of ghosts. This big dark room was silent, and she couldn't see anything. For a moment, some messy images of ghosts and monsters suddenly appeared in her mind, and she felt a chill on her back. It wouldn't be long before she was scared half to death.

"Husband," she called out in a trembling voice, even wanting to retreat back to the door and run away: "Talk to me."

No one answered, and it seemed as if she was really the only one left in the room.

Shen Wangshu shivered and found a wall. After his thin back rested against the wall, he felt a little more stable, but he was still afraid.

Damn Chen Ting, he didn't say a word after arresting her, leaving her alone here to worry and fear. Shen Wangshu was so angry that she shouted angrily and aggrievedly: "Chen Ting!!"

The monster was originally drowsy due to the effects of the anesthetic, and the tip of its tail was not swinging as actively. When the young lady shouted at it, it woke up immediately and squeezed out a low syllable from its throat: "Ah!"

The little girl sniffed, her eyes were red, and she looked pitiful: "Where are you? I'm a little scared... Why did you call me in and ignore me? You're too much..."

She sobbed and accused herself. Chen Ting's heart was about to melt. He hesitated and moved, subconsciously wanting to get closer, but stopped when he saw his arm completely transformed into a monster. He said sullenly, "I'm sorry."

After the drug took effect, all those flames of restlessness that had nowhere to vent were replaced by laziness. Normally, he would sleep through the first two days when the condition was the worst. Just now, he impulsively lured the young lady in. God knows how much he wanted to hold her while he slept.

I want her, but I am afraid of hurting her.

This thought was torturing him to death, and now hearing the little girl's soft voice with a tearful tone, he was at a loss and confused, and even regretted bringing her in.

The monster felt lost and sad. After apologizing, he didn't know what to do. The other end was silent for a while. Finally, he wiped away his tears with grievance and reached out to the void in the darkness: "I don't want to be sorry, I want a hug."

"Husband, come and hug me."