Chapter 48 "I'm...sorry."
He Jinzhao twisted the lock, and the door opened.
"Let's go inside."
The female ghost sped up, and at the last second before she reached them, the door closed.
Si Yue placed her hand on the door panel and breathed a sigh of relief.
"That scared me to death."
Xie Lin no longer wanted to speak.
Song Shiyi felt fine; it wasn't the kind of thing that suddenly appeared and startled you, so it wasn't very scary.
He Jinzhao rummaged through the things in the room and found a notebook.
He glanced at the contents, then suddenly looked up at his good friend.
Xie Lin received his signal and had a bad feeling.
He Jinzhao shook the notebook in his hand and said gloatingly, "Looks like you two are going to do a mission this time."
Upon hearing this, Si Yue exchanged a glance with the person beside her and then looked away.
She patted his shoulder and said, "Well, what's meant to happen will happen. It's okay. Like I said, I've got your back."
Xie Lin twitched his lips, glanced at her, and looked completely unwilling.
"Let's go, let's go, don't waste time."
Si Yue pulled the person away and waved to Song Shiyi, saying, "Wait for us to come back, then you can rest for a while."
Song Shiyi gave her an OK sign and told her to be careful.
Her gaze shifted to Xie Lin on the other side, and she paused.
It feels like it's about to shatter.
After the two left, the room became completely silent.
Song Shiyi searched for other clues to see if he had missed anything.
Her gaze suddenly fixed on the wall, where a line of extremely small words was engraved.
She gazed intently, silently reciting in her heart.
—It's not safe here! Run! If you encounter her, hide in the closet; there are talismans inside that she can't get in!
Song Shiyi tilted his head. "A cabinet?"
She turned around and looked around, and sure enough, she found a wooden wardrobe that was neither too big nor too small.
If that's the case... doesn't that mean she and He Jinzhao have to hide inside?
"What are you looking at?"
Before she knew it, He Jinzhao walked up to her and whispered something in her ear.
Warm breath sprayed against her ear, bringing a dense, ticklish sensation.
She pursed her lips and pointed to the wall.
My gaze swept across the window and then suddenly stopped.
Before He Jinzhao could even see what was written on it, Song Shiyi grabbed his arm and pulled him forward.
"how……"
He looked behind him and immediately fell silent.
Why doesn't this ghost scare those two people, but instead focuses on scaring them?
Song Shiyi quickly opened the cabinet door, and He Jinzhao immediately understood what she meant. The two of them hid inside at the same time and then closed the door.
Suddenly everything went dark, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face; now you really couldn't see anything at all.
There wasn't a single gap, and not a ray of light could get in.
The cabinet wasn't very big, it was even a bit small, and it was a little cramped for two people to squeeze inside.
The space was cramped, their breaths mingled, and the temperature gradually rose.
Song Shiyi subconsciously shrank back, but bumped straight into a warm chest.
He Jinzhao's arms barely braced themselves on either side of the cabinet door, trapping her in the narrow gap between his arms and the cabinet.
Their shoulders were almost pressed together, and the warmth of their bodies seeped through the fabric, warming their skin.
The space was so small that Song Shiyi's knee accidentally brushed against He Jinzhao's leg. She hurriedly tried to pull it away, but the other party gently pressed her wrist.
"Don't move."
The voice was very soft, as if it had been soaked in soda, carrying a hint of moisture and a slightly hoarse tone, making it exceptionally alluring.
Song Shiyi remained still, silently swallowing, her fingertips gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, her heart pounding.
They were too close, so close that they could clearly hear his breathing rate, and even their own erratic heartbeats sounded particularly jarring.
She clutched her chest, trying to calm it down, afraid that he would hear her heart pounding.
It's unclear who moved first, but Song Shiyi's hair brushed against He Jinzhao's neck, his Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly, and he tightened his grip on her arm.
Her back was pressed against the cold cabinet, while He Jinzhao's body temperature was burning hot in front of her. The cold and heat mingled, and their breaths gradually intertwined.
She dared not look up, listening to his increasingly heavy breathing, which, mixed with the burning sensation on her earlobes, created a scene of tender intimacy in the impenetrable darkness.
But at this moment, He Jinzhao was in terrible condition.
His eyes were tightly closed, a fine layer of cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his face was unnaturally pale in the darkness.
His breathing suddenly changed.
It was no longer the steady, fluctuating flow of before, but suddenly stopped, then became rapid and fragmented, as if something was choking it.
Just as Song Shiyi was about to look up, she felt the arms encircling her suddenly tighten, and the palms against her waist were icy cold and trembling almost imperceptibly.
"Congratulations on today?"
Song Shiyi noticed that something was wrong with him and subconsciously started using sign language.
He immediately realized that there was no light here, so he couldn't see.
Song Shiyi's heart sank suddenly, and the air seemed to become somewhat stagnant.
She reached out and gently touched his wrist, feeling a thin layer of sweat and his barely suppressed trembling.
His fingertips were trembling, and his shoulders were slightly raised, as if resisting the impenetrable darkness.
"No... Don't touch it..."
He Jinzhao's voice was hoarse, with a slight tremor of loss of control. He tried to back away, but was blocked by the back wall of the cabinet. His whole body tensed up instantly, and his fingertips even dug into his palms.
Song Shiyi's expression was serious.
She seemed to have seen this status online before.
Claustrophobia.
She panicked instantly; the ambiguous atmosphere that had been there vanished, leaving only a heart full of anxiety.
There was no sound outside the door.
She immediately pushed open the door and went out.
The faint light reappeared, illuminating her eyes and his pale face.
He kept his eyes closed, leaning against her chest, his hands were incredibly cold.
Song Shiyi didn't care that the ground was dirty. She sat down and let He Jinzhao lie on her lap, hoping that this would make him more comfortable.
She placed her hand on the cold back of his hand, warming it little by little with her own body heat.
A thick layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, her eyes were filled with worry and unease, her brows were furrowed, and her lips were stretched into a straight line.
She didn't know that He Jinzhao actually had claustrophobia.
Otherwise, she would never have let him play this game.
It's all her fault. If He Jinzhao hadn't been so accommodating, things wouldn't have turned out this way.
She was almost overwhelmed by guilt and self-blame.
Xie Lin and Si Yue returned at some point, and she was unable to speak or notify the staff to take them out.
She looked at He Jinzhao, whose face was growing increasingly pale, bit her lower lip tightly, tears welling in her eyes, and stroked his cheeks with both hands, trying to offer him some comfort.
He Jinzhao's current condition is indeed not good. He feels like he has been put into a washing machine, and he is so dizzy that he wants to vomit.
My palms were sweating profusely, my heart was racing, and I even had some difficulty breathing.
He felt like he couldn't breathe.
He didn't expect the disease to flare up here; it must have scared her, right?
He forced his eyes open, just a tiny crack, and saw that she was so anxious that tears were about to fall. He wanted to raise his hand to comfort her and say that it was okay.
But I really didn't have the strength.
He had been feeling slightly unwell, but he forced himself not to say anything so as not to spoil the mood.
The enclosed space, coupled with stimulating music and lighting, intensified the feeling of discomfort.
Until, together with Song Shiyi, they hid in that small, dark closet.
He couldn't control his physical reaction and thought he would come out of the closet as soon as the NPC left.
But I never expected it to be this serious.
"No...it's nothing."
He Jinzhao forced a smile, which looked more like a grimace. His hair was soaked with sweat, and his lips were bloodless, making him appear very weak.
It's nothing like he said, that everything is fine.
He Jinzhao's eyelids twitched, and he felt some liquid dripping onto his face. He took a breath, feeling somewhat helpless.
Why did she still cry?
He tried to relax his breathing, repeated it several times, and gradually felt some relief.
He said casually, "I already said..."
The next second, his voice stopped abruptly.
A faint, sobbing, slightly hoarse voice, yet undeniably sweet, rang out in the air.
"sorry."
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