In the dark secret passage, Bai Ye was walking ferociously with a knife in one hand and a lamp in the other.
It was very quiet all around. He had seen the way to Su Yi's room on the map countless times and had already memorized it by heart.
After walking for a while, he suddenly remembered that he could turn on the small TV.
If that old man really has bad intentions towards Su Yi, the audience will definitely react.
The small TV was summoned, and as soon as Bai Ye turned it on, a large expanse of green exploded in front of him:
[You? Are you still taking a leisurely walk here? The young master is about to take a bath with your? wife! ]
[If you don’t stand up for yourself, your sister-in-law will fight with you. My eldest brother has given birth to a child and you are no longer a part of my life! You stinky little brother!]
[Bai Shen, hurry up and show your courage to kill ghosts. A disabled loser dares to rely on the script to kill your wife and make a move on her. How can you tolerate this? ? ]
The malicious viewers were fanning the flames in the comments, but Bai Ye didn't read that much. He only saw the first three words "Double-breasted Bath". His mind went blank with a rumbling sound.
He didn't care about the other comments at all, he tightly grasped the knife in his hand, and sprinted a hundred meters towards where Su Yi was...
Click.
As Young Master Bai opened the door, there was mist in the air and the mirror was fogged up, reflecting a hazy figure of a beautiful woman.
Su Yi stood in the hot mist, wrapped in a bath towel in one hand and holding up suspender lace stockings in the other. He was at a loss as the cold air outside blew across his skin and he shivered like a kitten caught in the rain.
"Cold?"
Young Master Bai closed the door with one hand and said with a smile, "Come on, put on your clothes quickly, don't get cold."
The wheelchair slid in, and the not-so-wide bathroom suddenly became small. With the warmth of one more person, Su Yi felt that the steam in the bathroom seemed to become even hotter.
The young master took the lace garter stockings from his hand, patted the wheelchair gently, and motioned Su Yi to come over: "Sit on it, I'll help you put it on."
[You only have two minutes left to take a shower. Please pack up and leave the bathroom as soon as possible.]
Time did not allow him to hesitate. Su Yi did not dare to think about anything. He walked over and turned around, facing the young master with his bare back like fresh snow, and then sat down...
The eldest young master was tall and strong, and the space for the wheelchair had already been occupied. When Su Yi sat like this, it would be nice to say that he was sitting on the wheelchair, but in fact, he was just sitting on the eldest young master's lap.
Even through his trousers, he could feel the young master's hot body temperature. Su Yi moved uneasily, and suddenly his waist tightened. He felt his white lace corset being pulled!
The young master's large hands grasped the hard buckle of the lace belt and turned it:
"Buttoned it yourself? Is it too tight?"
“…No.” Su Yi lowered his head, his cheeks slightly red, feeling very ashamed.
The young master picked up the pair of suspender lace stockings and skillfully stacked the long stockings together, finally folding them into a white silk hole, his voice was gentlemanly and gentle:
"Stretch your legs out, I'll help you put it in."
Su Yi was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a hole on the spot and crawl into it. He regretted listening to the nonsense of the life-saving system and asking the young master to come in and help him get dressed!
He would rather have some gold coins deducted from him, but now he is in a difficult situation. It will be difficult to drive the young master out.
Su Yi had no choice but to gently lift one leg, her movements somewhat hesitant, still holding the bath towel tightly in her hands, trying to cover herself a little more under the sharp gaze of the young master.
"There's no time. Stop covering it up." The life-saving system beeped in Su Yi's mind, "The young master is behind you. What can you cover with a bath towel in front of you? He has already seen you naked from behind!"
! !
After Su Yi heard this, his neck and ears turned red. He was more sensitive than usual right after taking a bath, and now his whole body was hot with embarrassment.
…This system is broken too!
Young Master Bai picked up the white stockings, his hot body temperature pressed against the person in his arms. He held Su Yi's white and tender feet in one hand, and with the other hand put the white stockings into her feet, and then pulled them up little by little, as if pouring a layer of silky milk on her slender legs.
Su Yi was extremely shy in his arms, her snow-white skin showing a beautiful pink color.
“Is it all red here?”
Pull the stockings to the top? Young Master Bai saw Su Yi's red thighs, probably because she was strangled by the prickly lace stockings before.
Su Yi shrank her legs and tried to curl herself up, but this was simply impossible. Her legs, clad in white lace stockings, were fully exposed in front of the young master.
He felt the hot breath of the man behind him, spraying on the back of his neck. The young master approached him from behind, stretched out his hand, and brushed the red part with his fingertips like feathers, and said in a low voice:
"The mark is so deep, does it hurt?"
Su Yi shook his head gently and stretched out his hand to refuse:
“…Stop touching me.”
But? The young master's arms were as hard as steel, and his frail strength was like a gnat trying to shake a tree.
This time, the young master did not stop like a gentleman as usual. As if he could not suppress some emotion, he suddenly hugged him tightly!
“…Hmm.”
Su Yi groaned softly. The young master was too strong and held him tightly in his arms. He was about to struggle when he suddenly felt heat beside his ear. The young master lowered his head, his lips almost touching his earlobe:
"Do you hate my touching you?"
The question sounded like a joke, and the voice was so low that it seemed to be choked with sobs. Su Yi didn't know why, but he felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He couldn't tell such a young master that he hated him, so he could only change the subject in a low voice:
"Stop talking, and get dressed quickly."
Young Master Bai didn't receive any annoying answers, so he laughed twice, and his mood seemed to be a little better. The stockings on Su Yi's legs had just been put on and had not been adjusted yet. There was still a layer of stockings piled up at the knees. He maliciously grabbed the lace edge of the lace stockings and pulled it up. The delicate and beautiful lace pattern covered Su Yi's red thighs.
The white stockings were half-put on, with the suspender straps still hanging. Su Yi sat on the eldest young master's legs, with his legs together. He turned his face away in shame and looked in the mirror. The mirror was foggy and he could not see clearly. He could only see the overlapping figures. This posture made it seem as if... he was sitting in a wheelchair and being held by the eldest young master...that... thing.
Su Yi was frightened by his own associations, and suddenly he dared not look anymore, only daring to look at the tiles on the floor. The heat in the bathroom was warm and did not dissipate, steaming his whole body and making him feel hot and panicky.
Click.
The young master stroked the suspenders of his garter stockings with his hands and glanced at Su Yi's white lace corset. There were four buckles hanging below the belt, two in front and two in the back. He buckled the suspenders up one by one, starting with the front and then the back.
Finally, four white satin suspenders cling tightly to the white lace shorts.
...Su Yi bit her lower lip, feeling so ashamed that she was about to die!
The young master, however, acted as if nothing had happened and said to him seriously: "I have put on the most troublesome socks, and only this piece of clothing is left..."
He picked up the bridal gown [sleeping version] with great reluctance, took out the white lace collar, unbuttoned it, and put the lace collar on Su Yi's slender neck.
"Is it tight?"
Young Master Bai deliberately put more pressure on his hands and tightened the collar. The bride in front of him lowered her swan neck, allowing him to tie it up as if she was ready to be killed. Her shy face was like a peach blush, and it was as cute as a peach. Just looking at it made people want to kiss her hard and play with her.
Su Yi turned his neck, the complicated lace rubbed against his skin, and he answered softly:
“… a little tight.”
Young Master Bai immediately loosened his grip, not wanting to make his bride feel uncomfortable, and switched to a looser buckle to fasten the lace collar.
The lace fits the curve of the neck perfectly, and Su Yi seems to be wearing a humiliating collar. The white lace has a holy feeling. The two are weirdly intertwined, as if an imprisoned Son of God is dressed up as a bride and presented to a disabled and perverted old devil.
The devil reached out his hand and tugged at Su Yi's bath towel, his tone bewitching:
"Let go, it's time to get dressed."
The eldest young master held the last dress and spoke to Su Yi in a coaxing tone.
...Just put this on and it will be over. Su Yi gave up the shameful feeling of wanting to struggle, loosened his grip, and let the towel slide to the ground.
"Lift your legs." The young master said gently, "I'll put on a skirt for you."
There was a rustling sound of gauze in his ears, and Su Yi could only lift his legs obediently. He turned his head to look elsewhere, not daring to look at the young master. The white stockings he had just put on were wrinkled at the bend of his legs, and his beautiful curves were reflected in the hazy mirror.
The skirt was pulled up from the ankles. The super short puffy skirt couldn't even cover the thighs. Su Yi felt a cool breeze under his body. He couldn't help but reach out to pull the hem of the skirt:
…This is…too short!
If you walk with a little more movement, the lace shorts and suspenders underneath might be seen!
This sleeping-style bridal dress was still being pulled up, and the translucent white gauze wrapped around Su Yi's waist and abdomen, faintly revealing the flesh-pink color of her skin. Only a few lace flowers were sewn on the white gauze symbolically, barely enough to cover her body.
...Wearing this kind of clothes is worse than not wearing them at all! Su Yi felt a chill on his body. His entire back was exposed, and there was no fabric on his chest, only two thin straps hanging down.
Without looking in the mirror, Su Yi knew what he looked like now. This look... was so strange, even stranger than simply wearing a wedding dress. If he had known this earlier, he might as well have asked Bai Shen to help him take off everything. At least he could have changed into ordinary clothes!
"What are you thinking about?"
The young master played with the two suspenders on Su Yi's chest. His broad hands rubbed the thin straps, then slowly pulled them up and tied them to Su Yi's lace collar. His fingertips rubbed Su Yi's fair skin lightly.
…This guy…is touching him again!
This time, Su Yi reached out and grabbed the young master.
He was so socially phobic that he couldn't say anything to question the situation, so he just held on like that.
"What's wrong?" the eldest young master asked with a smile, as if he was playing dumb with him.
Su Yi didn't know how to question. He had complicated feelings towards Young Master Bai. He didn't know him at all, but there was no way he could let a stranger do such a thing. If that was really how he felt about treating a stranger, then he would have rejected it without hesitation when the life-saving system suggested that the Young Master come in to help him put on his clothes.
He didn't hate the young master, nor did he reject this series of touches, which could only mean one thing...
In this ambiguous atmosphere, Su Yi seemed to realize something. He grabbed the young master's wrist and asked:
"You? Do you...know me?"
The young master laughed softly, as if he had heard something very nice. Su Yi felt confused by his laughter. After a while, the young master pulled up the two suspenders on Su Yi's back, and boldly put his palm on his back muscles, touching Su Yi's thin butterfly bones:
"If I didn't know you, and I was touching and hugging you like this, wouldn't I be a pervert?"
Su Yi felt that Young Master Bai seemed to have lifted some restrictions, and his movements became more unbridled. He almost spoke to him on the cheek, almost kissing him! The breath he exhaled was charming and hot, spraying hot on his face.
"Then...why do I have no memory?" Su Yi turned around and tried to talk about serious matters.
The eldest young master did not answer this question. Instead, he pulled a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth. He wore a platinum mask on the upper half of his face, and his eyebrows and eyes were deep.
Su Yi was very perceptive. He almost immediately thought of the tragic story that the eldest young master had told him before.
In the horror script-killing game, there is no friendship between players at all, and it is even more taboo to talk about deep friendships. He and the young master just met in this copy. Why should the young master tell him all the inside stories of his script-killing game?
This is too abnormal, unless...
Su Yi remembered that the eldest young master said that his relative was sick and had surgery, but died after the surgery failed, and he was probably killed in a horror movie.
This has a lot in common with my own experience.
An impossible guess gradually formed in Su Yi's mind. He stretched out his hand a little in disbelief and touched the eldest young master's mask.
"Want to see it?"
Young Master Bai had a serious smile on his face. He lowered his head and, like a good dog that hadn't seen its owner for a long time, pressed his head against Su Yi's forehead.
Su Yi's hand on the mask felt warm, and the young master held him...
BANG!!
Suddenly, a loud noise came from the bedroom, and Su Yi was startled. The young master looked stern, and there was something in this room...
When Bai Ye came out of the secret passage, he saw a pile of clothes.
This is the cloakroom in Su Yi's bedroom. He held a knife in his hand and walked to the door of the cloakroom with the attitude of killing any god he met. He looked out through the peephole -
If it were true that he saw something on that bed... Bai Ye clenched his fists.
To his surprise, there was nothing on the bed and no one in the entire bedroom.
...still taking a shower?
Bai Ye listened carefully, but there was no sound of water.
Strange, where did it go?
Or, after midnight, some new changes occurred in the plot, and these two people slipped away/escaped?
Bai Ye frowned with some worry. Su Yi was weak, and she had been wearing a heavy wedding dress all day. How could she not have a good rest so late at night? How could her body bear it?
Not knowing if the person was still here, Bai Ye opened the door of the cloakroom, moved his fingers slightly, and the backpack weapon library automatically loaded a handy hidden weapon, and a thin spinning blade flew towards the bedside table...
BANG!!
The lampshade was pierced by the knife, and the metal lamp handle lost balance and fell to the ground with a loud noise.
Bai Ye pinched the flying blade between his index and middle fingers and silently closed the door of the cloakroom.
It was such a loud noise, if there were still people or ghosts in the room, they could at least come out and show their faces. If not, he would go out and kill them one by one!
There was a loud noise coming from the bedroom, and Su Yi looked outside the door worriedly.
"Go and have a look." The eldest young master said calmly, "Don't be afraid, something must have fallen from the bedroom. The props in the bride's copy are relatively... inferior."
He took out another clean, larger towel from his backpack and draped it over Su Yi:
"Don't catch a cold. I'll carry you over here."
The eldest young master put his arm around Su Yi with one hand, opened the bathroom door, then bent down to help Su Yi put on his slippers.
The beautiful bride was wearing a seductive gauze skirt and silk stockings. She was wrapped in a bath towel and was carried by the young master in a wheelchair towards the bedroom...
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