Chapter 691 The Young Lady and the Repairman (21)

Bai Yao entered her room with the dim light of her cell phone, and found a flashlight from the bedside table. She turned on the flashlight and walked out. The moment she opened the door, Bai Yao was stunned.

In front of her was a dark corridor that seemed to have no end.

Bai Yao's room was the second room near the staircase, not deep in the corridor. However, now she was facing the deep corridor, and she was surprised to find that the location of her room had changed.

The corridor was silent and had no sound.

Bai Yao stood at the door of the room, and when she looked back, she saw that the room had also changed.

Her room was specially decorated by her parents, with a pink theme, full of girlishness, but now, the room has become much older and simpler.

In the empty room, there was a large white carved bed and white curtains fluttering in the wind, creating a chilly atmosphere.

Footsteps were heard slowly in the corridor.

The black figure was unclear, and it could only be vaguely seen that it was a man.

The "tick-tick-tick" sound of water was like the countdown of a funeral clock. Every time he took a step forward, there would be a pool of water on the ground, leaving a string of wet muddy footprints. The

dead silence was still spreading, the water vapor in the air was inexplicably increasing, and the sudden drop in temperature was almost enough to make people shiver.

Bai Yao stepped back and slowly touched the wooden door.

But in the blink of an eye, a hand stained with water vapor and mud grabbed her arm. The cold temperature gave her goose bumps all over her body.

The flashlight flashed a few times and then went out completely. Everything around her turned black.

A gloomy voice, an ancient and heavy accent, "My...bride."

Bai Yao suddenly had difficulty breathing. She seemed to see floating bubbles.

She was in deep water and could not see any light. The cold water was squeezing her body, robbing her breath, and the feeling of suffocation followed. Her body floated in the water and could drown at any time.

At the moment when the air in her lungs was almost exhausted, the sound of falling into the water echoed in her ears.

Someone came out of the darkness invaded by water, grabbed her arm steadily, lifted her up, hugged her waist, and took her to float up.

When she surfaced, Bai Yao's lungs finally seemed to have regained the opportunity to breathe. Her body gained strength with the influx of fresh air. Her throat choked by water coughed and did not stop for a long time.

The boy carried her to the shore. The heavy rain poured on the two people who were soaked. Even in the worst environment, it was impossible to add more wolfs to the extremely wolfs.

"Yaoyao, Yaoyao, Yaoyao!" He Mian held her face and wiped the water off her face nervously. He was completely relieved when he saw her eyes open a little and saw his presence in those black eyes. He

held her tightly in his arms and kissed her face several times with relief. "It's okay, it's okay."

He lost his usual calmness and the words he said were more like comforting himself than comforting her.

Bai Yao said weakly, "He Mian..."

"I'm here."

He picked her up and walked into the cabin step by step.

There were thunder and lightning outside, and the wind and rain were raging. All the evil in the world seemed to be smashing down on this fragile wooden house like crazy, roaring like a wild beast, trying to destroy the prey inside.

He Mian took off Bai Yao's wet clothes, wrapped her in a blanket and put her on the sofa.

Bai Yao sneezed, and she looked at the boy who took out a dry towel to wipe her hair, and reached out to grab the wet corner of his clothes.

"He Mian, you come in too."

He Mian paused, "Yaoyao, I'm not cold."

She said, "Come in."

He Mian hesitated for a while, and still took off his wet clothes, and was wrapped in a furry blanket with her.

The rain at night was cold, and they were in urgent need of each other's warmth.

But when He Mian came in, the moment his skin touched Bai Yao's body, she shivered instinctively due to the cold temperature.

He Mian wanted to leave, but Bai Yao came over and hugged him tightly.

As long as she got used to it for a while, she would not shiver from the cold anymore.

Bai Yao raised her eyes to look at him, "Your body is so cold, lie down with me."

He Mian said softly: "It's okay for me."

"No." Bai Yao's face was pressed against his chest, and she said tiredly in a low voice: "I don't want you to catch a cold."

He Mian's fingertips trembled slightly, and he finally couldn't help it, raised his hands and hugged her body. Maybe it was a psychological effect, he felt that his body seemed to be really warm, and even his heart was trembling with this warmth.

Bai Yao had just escaped death, and she was so afraid of death before. Now she felt doubly relieved when leaning on her boyfriend's arms. She didn't have much strength left to lift her eyelids, but she still wanted to hold him tightly, trying to warm each other.

He Mian gently stroked her head, and laid down with her in his arms. He kissed her head and whispered, "Yaoyao, I'll be here with you, don't be afraid."

The boy's pleasant voice contained a strange and reassuring magic. Bai Yao's consciousness gradually became chaotic, and she curled up in his arms, as if she was surrounded and protected by a solid wall from all sides. She fell asleep like this, and it was no problem for her to sleep until the sky was dark.

Thunder roared, and the heavy rain showed no sign of stopping.

Xiao Beichen and Luo Mianmian helped Luo Xiao to rest, and Lan Pigeon, who was dealing with the power switch problem, had not returned yet.

Shi Li followed the muddy footprints up the stairs step by step. He did not see any human figure. He followed the footprints all the way to the end of the corridor. He raised his head and looked at the wall in front of him.

The footprints were heading towards the wall, as if the destination behind the wall was the owner of the footprints, but there was only a wall.

Ever since he had the illusion of falling into the water, Luo Xuan's face always appeared in Shi Li's mind.

He suspected that he was crazy, because he saw Luo Xuan being carried into the water by someone, and he desperately held the person's feet, calling Luo Xuan's name loudly, trying to save her.

Shi Li did not tell anyone that he fell into the water because of such an illusion. His status in the Luo family was already awkward. If he said these things that had no scientific basis, it would only make people think that he was sick.

But the impression left by that scene in his mind was too deep. In the past few days, he couldn't help but think of this scene whenever he closed his eyes. He had to start to pay attention.

It was hard for him to imagine that he would fall into such a desperate situation one day.