Chapter Sixty-Six Horror Movies

The room was filled with lingering moisture, and the air carried the same cheap orange blossom scent as Lin Yu's hair.

The mirror was mottled with watermarks, and a few strands of half-length hair clung to the dark tiles, trapping him like a deadly spider web.

It felt strange; he seemed to see Lin Yu still standing under the showerhead, water flowing down her smooth shoulders and neck, the rising steam outlining her hazy silhouette.

His throat tightened, and he abruptly turned his head to look in the direction of the room. He confirmed that Lin Yu was still there, curled up on the sofa wearing his eye mask, running his fingers through his half-dry hair.

Chen Guang took off his clothes and irritably turned on the cold water tap, the icy water washing over his burning skin. He stood in the cold water for a full half hour before he could barely suppress the filthy thoughts that lingered in his mind.

He turned off the shower and hastily wiped the water droplets off his body. Suddenly, he realized that this towel seemed to be the one Lin Yu had just used.

He took a deep breath, didn't have time to think, put on his clothes, found another dry towel, covered his wet head, opened the door and walked towards Lin Yu.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yu removed her blindfold and gave him a simple smile. Chen Guang looked at her and immediately felt most of the pent-up frustration in his chest dissipate.

"Are you sleepy?" He sat down next to her, smelling the lingering scent of alcohol on her.

"After all that commotion, he's wide awake now." Lin Yu glanced helplessly at Zheng Qi, who lay lifeless on the bed, the waterbed rising and falling slightly with his breathing.

"Alright!" Chen Guang would much rather be with Lin Yu than share a bed with a smelly drunkard.

A sly glint flashed in his eyes, and a daring idea suddenly popped into his mind, growing wildly like weeds in this rare moment of solitude.

He grabbed the remote control from the side, deliberately letting his fingertips brush against Lin Yu's hand. "Shall we watch a movie?"

"Okay!" Lin Yu replied innocently, completely unaware of what was happening.

Chen Guang stared at her unguarded profile, the remote control in his hand suddenly becoming scalding hot, as if he were holding not a plastic casing, but a fuse about to ignite some kind of desire.

They sat on the carpet at the foot of the bed, Chen Guang spreading Zheng Qi's coat under Lin Yu. He nervously swiped the menu bar with the remote control in hand.

"How about watching a horror movie?"

"Great!" Lin Yu's eyes lit up suddenly, and he immediately perked up.

She is definitely a huge fan of horror stories. When she doesn't have classes, she often stays in her dorm watching horror movies.

Unfortunately, her roommates couldn't cater to her unique quirks. They would either cover their ears and run away, or, like Qian Zan, inexplicably appear behind her when the plot reached its climax.

Accompanied by terrifying background music and screams, it's far more deadly than a jump scare in a movie.

Lin Yu has a wide range of interests, including American gore, Japanese mystery, Thai religion, and Chinese fortune telling; she welcomes all kinds of things.

At that moment, she was overjoyed, thinking she had found a kindred spirit. Little did she know that the person beside her was harboring entirely different intentions.

Chen Guang has never been interested in horror movies.

He had originally wanted to choose a romance film so that Lin Yu could gradually feel his feelings for her. However, he was afraid that making his intentions too obvious would scare her away, so after much deliberation, he chose a thriller.

The remote control scrolled through a series of videos when Lin Yu suddenly leaned closer. "Silent Hill?"

She pointed to one of the posters and said, "Look at this one. Last time I saw it, I was interrupted by Qian Zan halfway through."

Chen Guang turned his head to look at Lin Yu. Her eyes were surprisingly bright, completely unlike what Chen Guang had expected a girl to have when she saw a terrifying scene.

In this situation, shouldn't she be afraid and burrow into his arms? Chen Guang thought to himself, Lin Yu is no ordinary person, and his own judgment is truly unique.

Midway through the movie, Chen Guang began to regret his decision. Lin Yu, completely absorbed in the plot, would excitedly lean forward whenever a scary scene appeared.

In the footage, barbed wire suddenly appeared as if it were alive, crawling in through the ventilation opening and wrapping around Sybil, suspending her in mid-air. Then, the wire pierced through her body, peeling off her skin.

Chen Guang stared at her face, which was screaming in agony the whole time, and felt his stomach clench.

He subconsciously scooted closer to Lin Yu, his back pressed tightly against the edge of the bed, his Adam's apple bobbing laboriously, his face probably even paler than the policeman being skinned alive in the movie.

Then, the screen erupted with the piercing static of a radio again, and a group of faceless nurses with twisted and uncoordinated limbs appeared, gradually approaching in eerie postures under the flickering lights, as if trying to penetrate the screen and grab him.

Chen Guang's psychological defenses finally collapsed completely. He pressed the power button and hugged Lin Yu tightly as if he were grasping at a lifeline, his eyes closed and a broken voice rang out.

"Holy crap!" The remote control flew out and bounced and rolled away on the carpet.

The sudden darkness and embrace stunned Lin Yu for a moment. She then realized that the person in front of her was not a kindred spirit at all.

"Are you scared?" Lin Yu asked, both amused and exasperated, as he gently patted Chen Guang's back.

The situation took a completely unexpected turn. It was as if the two of them were reversed in gender; he was now nestled in Lin Yu's arms, the one who needed comforting more.

Chen Guang's ears burned, and his reason gradually returned as the screen went dark. Overwhelmed with shame, he buried his face in Lin Yu's neck and stubbornly said, "Who's afraid? I just feel disgusted!"

Lin Yu was held tightly in Chen Guang's arms. Hearing the pounding of his heart, Lin Yu laughed and teased, "Really? The shout you gave just now could have brought the dead back to life. The ICU won't even need a defibrillator."

Hearing Lin Yu's teasing, Chen Guang, who was usually sharp-tongued, remained silent, tightening his arms in silence. His wet hair brushed against Lin Yu's fair cheek, and his hot breath hit the skin on her neck, making the atmosphere suddenly become subtle.

"What's wrong with you? Are you still scared? Or... angry?" Lin Yu gently pushed him away, but he pulled her into his arms even tighter, so tight that she could hardly breathe.

In the darkness, she could clearly feel Chen Guang's taut muscles and disordered breathing. This made Lin Yu feel both unfamiliar and nervous, filled with a suffocating aura of hormones.

Angry? Yes, from the moment he received Lin Yu's WeChat message, a dark emotion had begun to ferment in his heart.

He was angry that besides himself, she also had male friends with whom she could have dinner. He was angry that the person was Zheng Qi, who was his equal in every way, and even had a better temper than him.

He never imagined that the two of them would have such a deep relationship. When he saw them entangled in an ambiguous way in the hot pot restaurant, the nameless fire finally erupted like lava, destroying his reason.

He restrained himself, carefully searching for the most appropriate moment to confess his feelings. He accompanied her to her boring self-study sessions, suppressing his impulses to maintain just the right distance, awkwardly learning to understand and respect her, afraid of upsetting her.

In the end, someone close to her beat her to it. No, they had known each other for a long time. Perhaps Lin Yu herself preferred Zheng Qi, and she was just a stepping stone for her to get closer to someone else.

If that's the case, then what does the sincerity he so carefully offered mean to her? A laughable one-man show?

Only then did he realize that his rationality had long been eroded by a terrible possessiveness. He couldn't bear to see Lin Yu smiling at other boys and putting other people's preferences before his own.

This feeling was like a dull knife slowly torturing his heart, turning him into a person he no longer recognized.

Those dark possessive desires grew wildly like vines, and he suddenly became impatient, wanting her gaze to linger on him forever, and wanting her joys and sorrows to be solely related to him.

Twenty-year-old Chen Guang didn't understand that fate is best at mocking those who are devoted, and he wholeheartedly believed that as long as he tried hard enough, he could hold onto everything he wanted forever.

"Why do you think I'm angry?" He blurted out the question almost uncontrollably, desperately needing a definite answer from Lin Yu.

"Worried about me? Or..." The answer lingered on her lips, but reason told her she couldn't say it first. In front of Chen Guang, Lin Yu always possessed an inexhaustible competitive spirit. "How would I know?"

“Yes!” Chen Guang chimed in with a self-deprecating laugh, picking up where Lin Yu left off. “I was worried about you, worried sick.” His Adam’s apple bobbed violently. “Afraid you knew, yet afraid you'd never guess!”

Lin Yu was confused by Chen Guang's cryptic words. Her gaze went past his shoulder and landed on two sets of sexy lingerie hanging in the entryway.

The black lace swayed gently in the air conditioning breeze, the semi-transparent fabric barely covering anything.

She suddenly felt short of breath, unsure whether it was from his almost crushing embrace, his illogical confession, or the two pieces of clothing that were trying to cover her up.

"Let go! I'm suffocating." Lin Yu placed her hand on his chest and struggled. Chen Guang's arms were wrapped around her, and although he loosened his grip a little, she still couldn't break free.

"You really don't like Zheng Qi?" He maintained this ambiguous posture, turned his head close to Lin Yu's ear, and asked persistently.

“...No.” Lin Yu was taken aback, wondering why he suddenly brought this up.

"Where is the throne?"

No. It's long gone.

"Where are the others?"

"No, not really. Let go first..."

"And me?" The words almost slipped out. But at that moment, inappropriate, suggestive sounds suddenly rang out from the next room.

The soundproofing in love hotels is poor to begin with, and the noise from just one wall away seemed to be deliberately amplified, seeping into the ears of the two people through the thin wall.

Lin Yu had never heard such a sound at such close range before, and with only his limited theoretical knowledge, he was unable to react for a moment.

Her cheeks flushed from Chen Guang's barely audible breathing, and a mix of inexplicable panic and curiosity welled up inside her. She couldn't help but lean closer into his arms, wanting to hear more clearly.

But the next second, Chen Guang suddenly released his hold and forcefully covered Lin Yu's ear with his warm palm. The ambiguous sounds were instantly shut out. Lin Yu was startled and looked up to meet the other's eyes, which were half embarrassed and annoyed and half suppressed.