"He Yifan, you can't go out to play."
He Yifan, who had been staying at home for a long time, rushed out and headed straight for his destination the moment he received the call.
When He Yifan arrived at a shopping mall, he saw a familiar figure waiting there from a distance.
"Jiang Cheng!!"
"You're finally here."
"What are you playing?"
"Let me take you to do something exciting."
They came to the haunted house with great interest.
When Jiang Cheng accepted the couple's bracelet at the ticket gate, his fingertips brushed the staff member's palm imperceptibly. This was the special favor he'd received in exchange for his third bribe—the monitoring room would precisely shut down their group's infrared cameras.
"VIP access has extra plot."
The ticket inspector blinked and tore off the two black blindfolds, and Jiang Cheng immediately smelled the sweat on the back of He Yifan's neck.
When darkness enveloped them, he grasped her trembling wrist and led it to his waist: "Hold on tight, we have to crawl through the pipes in the first chamber."
The stench of decay, mixed with the sweetness of bloody candy, wafted from the vents. Jiang Cheng's nails nearly dug into the fibers of He Yifan's sweatshirt. As they crawled flat on the ground, He Yifan suddenly stopped and said, "Something's wrapped around my ankle."
Feeling the man behind him tense up instantly, he deliberately let his breath tremble: "It seems to be... hair?"
"Don't look back!" Jiang Cheng rushed forward and slammed into his back, and the two of them twisted into a tangled knot in the narrow tube.
He Yifan stared down at the red tip of the ear, which was so close to him. He waited until the warm breath of the other person touched his collarbone before he slowly took out his UV flashlight. "It turned out to be a prop spider silk. I was scared to death."
"Let's be careful and don't be afraid. I'm here for you."
His voice, which did not contain any panic, also calmed He Yifan's heart a little.
They came to the second secret room.
The second chamber was designed as a morgue, the air mingling with the scent of menthol, stinging his nose. Jiang Cheng stumbled as he stepped over the fake corpse, carrying He Yifan onto a dissection table covered in artificial organs.
He placed his palm on the other person's ear and accurately pressed the hidden button, and the blood bag on the ceiling burst instantly.
"Don't move!" Jiang Cheng panted and lowered his voice, "The display case has a gravity sensor alarm." This was a clumsy lie, but he knew that the other party could not tell the real alarm from the fake one - at this moment the real surveillance was recording everything through the fake vents.
As He Yifan struggled, the hem of his sweatshirt rode up, revealing a pale pink burn scar on his waist. Jiang Cheng pressed his thumb against the patch of skin, and the story of Jiang Ju's late night of overtime a few days ago suddenly crystallized: the rice soup splattered when the casserole overturned, the unanswered phone call, the ointment solidified into a scab at three in the morning.
"Your heartbeat is so fast." Jiang Cheng suddenly chuckled, and his nose rubbed the silver chain on the other's collarbone. His knee deliberately brushed against the sensitive part until he felt the sudden tense muscles of the person under him, then he used his canine teeth to bite open the drawstring of He Yifan's sweatshirt.
The moment the emergency light came on, Jiang Cheng quickly stuffed a bill into the man's back pocket. This bill was made of a special material that would show fluorescent writing when heated.
"Sorry, I slipped."
The moment the lights came on, Jiang Cheng walked out with a swagger.
He Yifan, who was lying on the ground, quickly got up and went out without saying a word.
"You just..."
Seeing that He Yifan was about to bring up this matter, Jiang Cheng was one step faster than him and his voice was exceptionally calm.
"I didn't stand still, sorry."
"It's okay, it's okay."
The other party's sincere apology made He Yifan speechless for a moment.
“I have other things to do, so I’ll leave now.
"Goodbye."
Looking at He Yifan's receding back, Jiang Cheng smiled softly.
Well, there’s a good show to watch.
When He Yifan returned home, Jiang Ju was already there, looking as if he had been waiting for a long time.
"Where did you go?"
"I went out to play with Jiang Cheng."
"Yeah?"
Jiang Ju forced the interrogative sentence into a declarative one. Jiang Ju always had that icy and sour face, as if someone owed him two million.
"come over."
He Yifan did not oppose the power, but went there obediently.
The moment he walked over, he was pulled into the other person's arms.
"You seem to smell like someone else."
"I don't like it."
He Yifan rolled his eyes speechlessly.
Oh my god, that damn epileptic guy is having an attack again.
"If you don't like it, don't touch it."
He Yifan said the harshest words with the most gentle expression.
"oh?"
Jiang Ju smiled with an ambiguous smile, but just kept tightening her arms around his waist.
"It seems I've been too nice to you."
"Reckless, huh?"
Jiang Ju put his arm around his waist and carried him into the room. No matter how He Yifan slapped him, it was useless.
Twenty minutes later...
"You'd better behave yourself."
The corners of He Yifan's eyes turned slightly red, and his white fingers grasped the bed sheet weakly...
"Jiang Ju, you're crazy!!"
"You're fucking crazy..."
"Please let me go, Jiang Ju, can you please behave like a human being..."
He cursed Jiang Ju over and over again, wondering what was wrong with this bastard today. He was like he didn't want to die.
"Be good...don't push me."
The kiss fell like raindrops, and the lips that were in the way had already been blocked...
(Large shopping mall)
"Sister, you're here. This is the jasmine milk tea I bought for you."
When Wu Meng heard the soft voice, she looked up and saw the young man smiling at her.
"Thank you, Jinshi."
Xu Jinshi was younger than her, only 22 years old. He was a good-looking man, and the two met while playing games online. Xu Jinshi was good at gaming and often helped her improve her ranking. He had the passion of youth, but also the innocence of a teenager.
He was good at acting like a spoiled child and had a sweet mouth. It wasn't without reason that Wu Meng spent money on him.
Wu Meng took the milk tea, took a sip, and then stopped drinking. She took Xu Jinshi's arm and went shopping.
They came to a clothing store.
"Welcome, welcome. Please feel free to come in."
“We have everything you need.”
"These, these, pack them all for me."
Wu Meng pointed at the rows and rows of clothes on the shelves and turned to speak to the waiter.
"Yes, ma'am. This way, please.
"A total of."
“Swipe the card.”
After paying the bill, Wu Meng walked out of the clothing store with Xu Jinshi in a domineering manner.
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