Xia Linyin opened her eyes.
Xiao Li pressed down on her, burying his head in the side of her neck, his arms tightly wrapped around her, like a parasite desperately trying to merge into her body, sticking to her body stickily, impossible to tear off.
Xia Linyin: "..."
No wonder she had that dream, and it was that kind of dream, to be precise, she dreamed about things she had experienced in the game before.
With Xiao Li clinging to her like that while she sleeps, it's no wonder she has nightmares.
"Sister, you're awake?" His voice, slightly hoarse from just waking up, was incredibly sexy, with a touch of kittenish coquetry. This man always perfectly combined maturity and childlike innocence.
Nuzzling Xia Linyin's neck, Xiao Li hugged her even tighter, gently pecking at Xia Linyin's fragrant neck. Xiao Li slowly moved her energetic little self, "Sister, were you dreaming?"
"Mmm..." Xia Linyin raised her arms to hug him, responding lazily with a soft murmur, her breath hot against his skin. "Sister, what did you dream about? Was I in your dream? What was I doing to you in your dream? Was it like this? Hmm?"
Xia Linyin bit her red lips, her nails scratching several red marks on Xiao Li's back, "Xiao Li..."
She bit down on Xia Linyin's neck, gently nibbling at it. Xiao Li's voice grew increasingly hoarse and magnetic, "I heard it, sister shouted, 'Arthur Li, no!' 'No, Arthur Li!' Did you dream about that game? It seems you left a bad impression on sister. So now, sister, do you want it or not?"
Xia Linyin's face, which was already as red as a boiled shrimp, turned even redder, almost red enough to steam an egg. Xiao Li kissed her blushing face affectionately, "Sister, I feel very happy right now."
Xia Linyin hugged him tightly, "Me too."
He kissed Xia Linyin's red lips, and from those beautiful lips floated the three words that Xiao Li would never tire of saying to Xia Linyin: "I love you."
He grasped Xia Linyin's slender, white hand and intertwined their fingers, his large palm pressing down on her small one, their long, jade-like fingers and delicate, fair fingers intertwined like vines.
Both of them wore identical bone rings on their ring fingers, made from the bone powder and hard scales of insect beasts, infused with the blood from their fingertips. The rings were designed and made by Xiao Li herself, and the design was based on the spine of an insect beast.
The ring is not luxurious but unique; it is irreplaceable and carries Xiao Li's deep and unforgettable love. It has profound significance for both Xia Linyin and Xiao Li, representing that Xia Linyin has entrusted the rest of her life to Xiao Li.
As she drifted along, recalling the scene from her dream—the fourth game she experienced before Xiao Li erased her memories, the game that completely changed her relationship with Xiao Li—Xia Linyin still felt somewhat ashamed and wanted to dig a hole and bury herself.
——This is the dividing line between the fourth game in the dream world before amnesia——
"call--"
"call--"
"call--"
Xia Linyin was breathing heavily, her throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire, and each breath she exhaled felt like it was on fire. Her T-shirt was soaked with sweat and stuck stickily to her back.
Sweat slid down his chin and dripped down with the swaying motion of running.
I really want to...
She desperately wanted to rest for a while, but Xia Linyin dared not stop running, because a cannibal with a chainsaw was chasing her relentlessly, more terrifying than any flood or ferocious beast!
If you don't want to be torn apart by cannibals, the only way is to keep running!
"Buzz—"
The roar of a chainsaw came from behind her. Xia Linyin's scalp tightened. She turned her head, glanced at it, gritted her teeth, lifted her heavy legs, and tried her best to speed up.
"Buzz—"
"Buzz—"
Like a malicious torment to its prey before capturing it, the cannibal rang the chainsaw again and again.
It was a carnival before the slaughter, and as the demon approached, one sound after another pierced Xia Linyin's eardrums.
As Xia Linyin's breathing grew heavier and more rapid, the sound of the chainsaw grew closer and closer...
Let's rewind to an hour earlier—
A patterned sofa, a soft carpet, a fireplace on the wall, a long table covered with a tablecloth, and a vase on the table—this is a typical American-style living room. However, the living room lacks any sense of life; all the furniture is covered with a thick layer of dust, exuding an old and decaying smell.
The sofa had long since faded, or rather, its original color was no longer visible due to the dust covering it.
The bouquet in the vase was now just bare, withered stems; the flowers had long since fallen and rotted into the tablecloth, leaving behind patches of moldy black stains.
If it weren't for the vase next to it, no one would guess that the disgusting filth was originally from bright and beautiful flowers.
Five people lay sprawled on the dusty, faded carpet, their vibrant colors gone. Two men and three women. A stinging pain from their palms jolted them from unconsciousness, and all five instinctively looked at their own palms.
Five years ago, misfortune struck the town of Manscher. A cannibal appeared in this peaceful town, and people disappeared one after another. Even the detectives who came to the town to investigate the disappearances were brutally murdered. When the remaining people realized the seriousness of the situation and wanted to escape the town, misfortune struck again.
"A strange fog enveloped the town of Manscher, preventing anyone from leaving. They would walk into the fog but eventually return to the town. Completely cut off from the outside world, Manscher undoubtedly became a paradise for cannibals. As more and more people disappeared from the town, the fog grew thicker and thicker until now, the once peaceful town of Manscher has become a dead town."
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