MTL - The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers-Chapter 35 holding

Xia Zhinian ran away with a puffy face, his ears were red, "If it hurts you, go to a doctor, if you feel uncomfortable, just take medicine yourself, I won't touch it!"

He figured it out, it was the same as writing homework and taking notes, at the beginning it was like an endless flood!

Yan Ci smiled politely, his eyes were clear and indifferent, "There are too many people in the class, I can't eat."

"?!"

Xia Zhinian opened his eyes wide, and his voice was full of doubts, "Then what did you do before?"

Yan Ci sighed softly, tugged at the sleeve of his right hand, "I wasn't injured before."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Being strangled by the neck of fate.jpg

Xia Zhinian hesitated, pursed her mouth and hugged her hand, and hid away from Yan Ci in a displeased way.

Yan Ci couldn't see his hand, so he turned to look at his slender, white and tender neck, smiling calmly, "Otherwise, classmate Xia will make my medicine, one for one, touch once, I promise classmate Xia one thing, how about it?" ?”

"No-"

Xia Zhinian opened his mouth and was about to refuse, just as he said the word "no", something suddenly came to his mind, he paused for a moment, his lips tightened, and he looked at him suspiciously.

"One for one...anything is fine?"

If so...

Yan Ci smiled warmly and looked very good-tempered. He nodded, "As long as I can do it."

Xia Zhinian blinked her eyes, bit her lips, and slowly moved her gaze forward. Yan Ci looked over and saw the tall boy standing on the podium wiping the blackboard—

Chu Qingjian.

Yan Ci: "..."

Yan Ci tapped his fingertips on the table, staring at Xia Zhinian, the corners of his lips slightly curled up, and his voice was extremely gentle.

"Student Xia, what do you want me to do?

Xia Zhinian clasped his fingers, looked at Shang Yanci's gentle gaze, swallowed hard, and whispered: "Yes, or else...you go..."

The protagonist Gong is pulled by the emotional line, and his cannon fodder villain can't promote the relationship between them no matter how much he likes the protagonist Gong.

We should start from the point of attack and receiving.

He paused, bit his lip, opened his round almond eyes, picked a simple one, and asked softly, "Go and help Brother Chu... clean the blackboard?"

Yan Ci: "..."

The tip of Yan Ci's tongue touched the roots of his teeth, the expression on his face became softer, his voice was as gentle as if he was soaking in water, and he said slowly, "It's...Brother Chu again?"

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian shivered tremblingly, retracted his head, nervously, "Forget it, forget it, pretend I didn't say it."

The black sesame glutinous rice **** are about to eat people.

Yan Ci's teeth clicked, with a smile still on his face, for a moment, "Okay, I'll go, but I'll decide where and how long to touch."

"..." Xia Zhinian gritted her teeth and fought hard.

"Row!"

Today I can help the protagonist clean the blackboard, and tomorrow I can help the protagonist clean the whole day. Take your time, and the spark of love will be wiped out.

Yan Ci stood up quickly and walked to the podium. Xia Zhinian squeezed the edge of the table with his hands, watching with unconcealed excitement.

There was still noise in the classroom, so loud that the roof could be overturned, and the last row couldn't hear the sound in front of them at all.

On the podium, Chu Qingjian had already wiped half of it, and Yan Ci stepped up to signal.

"Student Xia asked me to clean the blackboard for you."

Chu Qingjian: "??"

Chu Qingjian frowned suspiciously, "He will help you if he asks you? There won't be any secret deals."

Yan Ci slightly raised his eyebrows.

Xia Zhinian could only see the two of them talking, but he didn't know what they said at all, and it was difficult to go up to listen, so he straightened up anxiously and watched eagerly.

What are these two talking about?

Chu Qingjian and Yan Ci suddenly looked back at him together.

Xia Zhinian: "??"

The young man looked dazed, instinctively picked up the book, and covered his face with a slap, revealing a fluffy head with slightly lighter hair.

Yan Ci: "..."

Chu Qingjian: "..."

Yan Ci smiled.

After a while, Xia Zhinian looked up again, the podium... was empty, half of the blackboard was left unscratched, but the two of them disappeared together?

What about people? !

Why is there no shadow?

He was at a loss, his almond eyes opened wide and looked around.

The front door of the classroom was pushed open, and Yan Ci and Chu Qingjian came in one after the other.

Chu Qingjian returned to his seat directly, Yan Ci picked up the eraser and stretched his arms, and easily finished erasing the blackboard.

Xia Zhinian: "!!"

Become, become?

Yan Ci came back and sat down, took out a wet towel to wipe his hands, Xia Zhinian couldn't hide his excitement, his eyes were round, looked at him, looked at Chu Qingjian, leaned forward, "What did you say?"

Yan Ci chuckled, "I didn't say anything, I just talked about cleaning the blackboard."

"You want to go out and say this?" Xia Zhinian didn't believe it.

"The classroom is noisy."

"Okay." Yan Ci interrupted his inquiry without changing his face, and smiled softly, "I did what Xia asked me to do, now, it's your turn."

"..."

The roots of Xia Zhinian's ears were burning red hot, a trace of sadness flashed in her amber eyes, she gritted her teeth, and died heroically.

"Come on, come on."

Yan Ci smiled lightly, his gaze casually gliding over him from head to toe.

Xia Zhinian seemed to have been scalded, his hairs stood on end, and he felt like a piece of fish on a chopping board, being weighed and considered where to eat it.

"You, hurry up—"

The bench under him suddenly swayed, Xia Zhinian tilted his whole body, and was dragged over with the bench together, keeping a very close distance from Yan Ci, his eyes widened.

"Student Xia, don't be so nervous." Yan Ci's voice was loose with a smile, and he stretched out his left hand and waved it in front of him.

"Hold."

Xia Zhinian: "??!"

"...hug, hug?"

What the hell? !

The boy opened his eyes wide in horror, the apricot-colored pupils glistened with water, they were so round and cute.

Yan Ci smiled, "One hand, I don't move, anyway, there must be skin contact, student Xia can touch it as much as he wants, but he can't go back on his word."

"One class, let's start."

"…one class?"

Xia Zhinian looked dazed and dull, looking at the hand stretched out in front of him, he vaguely felt that he was at a loss.

Wipe the blackboard and hold a class?

What a loss-making deal.

But think about the plot... go all out.

Xia Zhinian was sad and angry, his face was red hot, his jade-white earlobes were dyed bright red, he hesitated slowly, and put a few fingers on the hand in front of him.

His body was stiff and his hands were raised, like a kitten who straightened up and played with a human with cat paws.

Yan Ci looked at him, with a smile on his brows and eyes, "Student Xia, can you help me, I'm tired of holding it like this."

"..."

How come there are so many demands!

Xia Zhinian's ears were hot, and he wanted to move his hand to the table, but Yan Ci refused to move, and naturally curled his fingers slightly, letting him move it by himself.

Xia Zhinian poked him twice with his fingertips. Thinking about putting it on the table, it would be easy for the protagonist Gong to see it. Chu Qingjian had misunderstood it at first, and seeing them touch their hands was even more difficult to wash.

After hesitating for a long time, he grabbed Yan Ci's sleeve, stuffed his hand into the hole in his table, and hid it inside.

Yan Ci: "..."

Yan Cisheng was amused by him, "Then how do you touch it?"

"Just touch it like this."

He also stretched his hand in, moved his fingertips forward, touched the warm skin, and heaved a sigh of relief, "That's it."

Everyone can't see anyone.

Where the vision cannot be touched, the sense of touch will become more acute. Yan Ci's eyes are slightly darkened, and he feels a little touch on the skin of his palm, and his fingertips rub it from time to time, causing a strange itchiness.

Climb all the way to the apex.

It's worse than getting sick.

Yan Ci paused, looked at the rice cake dumpling beside him who didn't know it, endured the itch, curled the corners of his lips and chuckled, and a glint of joy flashed across his eyes.

After school in the evening, Yan Ci left school and got on the bus. The young man in the driver's seat handed him the file bag in his hand.

"Yan Shao, this is the evidence of the robbery and extortion by the gang before, and they have been here for nearly twenty years."

Yan Ci opened it to have a look, and said in a low and loose voice, "No one slipped through the net this time."

"It's gone. They've been caught in one sweep. They've all been sent to the police station."

"it is good."

"Where is that Qi Jin who tried to lock you into the activity room but got caught?"

"He keeps it first, it's still useful."

The car drove to a remote street, Yan Ci got out of the car, went into a very private shop on the side of the street, put on boxing gloves and entered the room.

Qin Xu was waiting outside as the driver, and he could faintly hear the sound of sandbags being hit inside.

Meng Chen knocked on the door and came in, "Brother Qin, why is Brother Yan here to hit the sandbags again?"

When Brother Yan couldn't suppress his symptoms even after taking medicine, he was very irritable, and sometimes he would come over to vent his energy.

But it's been a long time since I discovered that Xia Zhinian can be used as medicine, so why is it here again today?

Qin Xu shook his head, "I don't know, but I think he's in a good mood."

It's not like I can't help my violent emotions, but I can't bear it...excitement and stimulation.

Qin Xu guessed right, Yan Ci was a little restless, and the fingertips of the rice cake dumpling rubbed against his palm for a class.

It took a lot of effort for him not to squeeze the hand tightly.

Yan Ci raised his hand to look at his palm, a trace of darkness flashed across his eyes, and he smiled softly.

Touched for two days.

Soon.

He stayed in the boxing room for a while, calmed down quite a bit, took off his gloves and returned to his usual gentleness, and pushed open the door.

Not far away, a young man just came out of the shop, his round almond eyes were clear to the bottom, he stood on the side of the road and waved his hand to stop the car.

Yan Ci paused, raised his eyebrows slightly and looked forward.

...Why are rice cake dumplings here.

The boy got in the car and left, Yan Ci raised his eyes to look at the shop where Xia Zhinian came out.

On the door plaque, there are a few large characters painted on iron and silver hooks——

Protection and copying of time-honored ancient calligraphy and paintings.

Yan Ci: "...?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Yan Ci's eyes.

Qin Xu looked in the direction, and asked from the side, "Young Master Yan, do you have any calligraphy and painting that you want to repair and mount?"

How could he remember that Yan Shao didn't like to collect these things.

"Wait here."

Yan Ci put down his words and stepped in. There was only a young and gray-haired shopkeeper and a young apprentice chatting dumbfoundedly.

"The young people nowadays are really racking their brains not to do their homework, but they can think of us."

"This is not good. I can't help copy homework. I'm still a student. I can't hurt others. Next time I will refuse."

On the table was a familiar homework book and an envelope in the same familiar pink color.

This is his homework, and the love letter Xia Zhinian wrote to Chu Qingjian before.

"Hello, what do you need?" The apprentice asked politely when he saw Yan Ci.

Yan Ci's eyes fell on the table, a trace of ambiguity flashed across his eyes, and he nodded politely, "Hi, may I ask, what was that young man here for?"

"this is not OK-"

"I'm his monitor."

Yan Ci smiled gently, pointing to the homework on the table, "He copied my homework, there is a name on the first page, Yan Ci."

The store opened it, and it was true, hey, he laughed, "It's just right, we are worried and don't know what to do."

"He paid us to copy his homework for him."

The next day, Xia Zhinian handed over the copied homework to the team leader Yuen Long.

Yan Ci put the copy of the love letter given to him by the store yesterday into the book, stretched his arms and cut off his beard, and took a look at it.

"What are you doing?"

Xia Zhinian flattened his mouth and looked at him strangely.

Yan Ci opened the homework book, scanned the whole text with a calm expression, and asked in a clear voice, "Is this the homework that classmate Xia copied last night?"

Xia Zhinian didn't know what he wanted to do, so he nodded, "Yes."

"The writing is quite ordinary, but it looks neat."

Yan Ci smiled, "Not a single typo."

He suddenly remembered the review that Xia Zhinian handed in before, and there was no trace of alteration in the whole article.

It is estimated that it also spent money to copy it in the calligraphy preservation shop.

Really enough.

But why?

Xia Zhinian pursed her lips, feeling inexplicably nervous at what he said, and tried to steady her voice, "So what if there are no typos, return it to me, it's time to hand it in."

Yan Ci smiled and returned it to him calmly.

Soon after class, Xia Zhinian hid behind the table with her knees in her arms and played with her mobile phone, when suddenly there was a sound on the table.

A notebook was pushed in front of him without warning, he raised his head in doubt and looked to the side.

"Student Xia."

Yan Ci pursed his lips slightly, Qing Jun's eyebrows were gentle, and he sighed softly, "My arm still hurts."

"?!"

Xia Zhinian's eyes widened in surprise, "You still want to touch? The seizures are too frequent."

Yan Ci's voice was pleasant, and he smiled softly, "That's not true, it is..."

He motioned to the podium, "Teacher is teaching a new lesson today. My hands hurt and I can't take notes. I want to ask classmate Xia to help me."

Xia Zhinian: "??"

Xia Zhinian was startled, his eyes widened all of a sudden, and he refused for a second without hesitation, "No, I don't understand, you can just find someone to copy it later."

Yan Ci was gentle and gentle, looked very easy to talk, and then said: "Their grades are not as good as mine, and no one has passed me for two years, so I don't trust them."

Xia Zhinian: "...??!"

Xia Zhinian almost thought that he had heard it wrong, and the corner of his mouth curled down, "Then you can rest assured that I am counting down?"

Yan Ci smiled gracefully, and raised the corners of his lips, "It's okay, I said, you write, so that classmate Xia won't waste his brain cells."

"..."

Xia Zhinian froze.

He wasn't afraid of wasting his brain cells, he was afraid of exposing his handwriting.

Why did you suddenly ask him to write notes?

He turned his head around and said quickly: "I'll find someone to change seats and ask him to write for you."

He stretched his hand forward, and suddenly his wrist was grasped by the bony hand on the right.

Yan Ci sighed softly, "Others have their own notes to take, and everyone's notes are different."

Xia Zhinian was dragged by his hand, his almond eyes were full of resistance, and his mouth was pursed bitterly, "Then I, then I also have my own mobile phone to play with."

Yan Ci: "..."

Yan Ci twitched the corners of his mouth, somewhat helplessly, holding him firmly with his left hand, with a gentle smile, "Xia, you are a student, good boy, you have to study."

"…No."

Xia Zhinian refused to agree.

He has to be cool when he writes.

The handwriting is too bad.

Yan Ci looked at him inexplicably, with an inexplicable sense of weirdness welling up.

Why don't you want to write by yourself?

Yan Ci rolled up his cuffs and began to sell miserably, sighing slightly, "Student Xia, my hand hurts, otherwise I wouldn't bother you."

"I didn't write the notes. I can't keep up with the revision when I go back, and I won't be able to keep the first grade."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Guess what I believe?

Yan Ci pulled his sleeves again, revealing his gauze-wrapped arm. The wound was still blood-stained, and he lowered his voice, "Student Xia."

Student Xia: "..."

Xia classmate suspected that he had some other purpose and deliberately pretended to be in pain.

But it's impossible for such a big cut to not hurt, Xia Zhinian was bald, biting his lip and getting into trouble, his eyes lit up suddenly, thinking of something.

"That, that's fine, I'll help you."

He turned on his mobile phone to record, his almond eyes curved into crescents, excitedly, "Come on, come on, tell me, I'll record it, and I'll transcribe it for you to print out tonight."

Yan Ci: "..."

Xia Zhinian's eyes sparkled, "What kind of font do you want, flowery, sloppy, or regular? Pick whatever you want, and I can satisfy you."

Yan Ci: "..."

Mistake.

The rice cake dumpling reacted quite quickly.

Yan Ci casually mentioned a commonly used font, and then recorded a class with Xia Zhinian's phone.

And the owner himself gave the phone away, he didn't have anything to play, he lay down to sleep carelessly, his head was hairy, his cheeks were pouty, his long eyelashes drooped, and he slept very soundly.

Yan Ci looked at him sideways, with a pen held between his slender fingers, turning it back and forth.

The more you resist, the weirder it becomes.

Rice cake dumplings have a lot of secrets.

Class One issued a new class rule on the same day. If the teacher or monitor catches them playing with their mobile phones in class, they will confiscate them without mercy.

Dragon Boat Festival holiday.

Yuen Long and the others quarreled in the class for several days, and finally decided to go to the newly opened amusement park in the south of the city. The haunted house is said to be very exciting, and a few courageous people planned to plan a day trip to the haunted house.

The entrance gate was built very narrow, the eaves were low and low, and the scorched color revealed traces of smoky ruins, creating a gloomy atmosphere.

Once inside, a doll as tall as a person suddenly bent down, with a cold and sweet voice, and said with a sharp and charming smile: "You are welcome to come to our house as guests, please come in quickly."

"Hastily." Yuen Long was taken aback by surprise, and grabbed the tall and burly sports committee member Du Bao.

"Brother Leopard, hurry up and protect me."

Du Bao pulled him down in disgust, "Go away, go away."

"We are the only ones who dare to come to the haunted house."

"This Happy City is big, the others are going to other projects."

"It's okay, less people are more scary, what a haunted house wants is to scare people, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of scaring people, can't people be addicted to vegetables?"

A few people got together to make trouble, Xia Zhinian walked behind, looked around the spooky room, and looked around.

He didn't intend to come, but he didn't know how Yuen Long and the others instigated the Dragon Boat Festival event. Chu Qingjian and Yan Ci both came, so he followed to see.

The room got darker as he walked forward, Xia Zhinian looked at Yan Ci who was not far away, pursed his lips, and approached him and called him softly.

"Yan Ci."

"Haunted house..." He paused, "It should be pretty dark inside, you..."

Can I go in?

Yan Ci curled his lips and smiled casually, "It's okay, it's fine if it's not completely black, if it really happens, it doesn't matter if it's black or not."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

OK.

He guessed that Yan Ci's fear of the dark may not be pure fear of the dark, but a severe outbreak of the disease caused by his abnormally sharp sense of touch after vision failure.

But since Yan Ci said he was fine, there shouldn't be any problem.

A few people walked forward, the environment suddenly darkened, and a childish voice suddenly appeared, smiling coquettishly, "Big brother, big brother, are you here to play quietly?"

"Quiet hasn't played with anyone for a long time."

A little girl in a red dress appeared in front of Yuen Long without warning, smiling at him.

Yuen Long screamed.

"Fuck help!"

"Don't fuck, big brother, don't call."

Zou Ziqian was not frightened by the little girl, but almost frightened by him.

"I'm afraid, Brother Zou, Brother Chu, at the same table, help me!"

Yuan Lang pawed at Chu Qingjian, Chu Qingjian frowned and tugged at him with a look of disgust.

"Big brother, big brother, are you here to play quietly?"

"Quiet hasn't played with anyone for a long time."

The little girl said it again without changing her tone.

Xia Zhinian looked at the speaker made of human skin, and looked around.

The background is that a family of five was reunited for dinner at home, but a fire suddenly broke out at night. Only this little girl named Quiet survived, and has been haunting this weird house ever since.

Haunted house, what a great opportunity to increase your affection.

Suddenly there was a rustling touch on the arm, brushing through the sleeve.

He raised his head, and Yan Ci was standing beside him, with soft eyes and soft eyes, calling him in a low voice.

"Student Xia, it's still a bit dark."

Xia Zhinian glanced around, pursed his lips, pointed to the position next to Chu Qingjian in front, bent his eyes and smiled, "It's bright over there, just go to the front and light it."

Yan Ci lowered his eyes, the thin scars at the end of his eyes were painted a dark red color by the ambient light in the room, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

"Really, why do I think this side is brighter?"

Chu Qingjian was not too far away, heard something, and exchanged a glance with Yan Ci, thinking of what was said outside the classroom that day, without saying a word, retreated to the corner to find information clues.

The three of them looked at each other, each with their own ghosts, only Yuen Long, who was hanging on Chu Qingjian's body, lay innocently with his gun.

The corner was dark, and with a bang, a huge and disorganized spider fell from the top of his head, and it was so dead that it hit his arms.

"Ahhhhhh! Don't stand here!"

Yuen Long flicked away the spider, grabbed Chu Qingjian tightly and yelled, "Ah, ah, brother Chu! Let's go outside, to a brighter place! Help, help!"

Chu Qingjian: "..."

Yan Ci: "..."

Entering a closed room, the door was closed, and everyone looked for clues in twos and threes. The room was lit with vague red lights, mixed with burnt charcoal, and it was spooky and terrifying.

A little NPC girl giggled at them through the glass behind the door, her voice was hollow.

"Will Big Brother come to play with Quietly?"

"It's hot in this house."

"Will Big Brother come to play with Quietly?"

"It's hot in this house."

Yuen Long: "Ahhhhhhh!"

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The little girl disappeared quickly, and Zou Ziqian's ears hurt from Yuen Long's noise, so he slipped to his front deskmate, "Your deskmate, you don't seem too scared, do you often come to haunted houses to play?"

Xia Zhinian rummaged around the table, touched it with his hand, and found a piece of paper to wipe it, wrinkled his nose.

"It's okay, it's the first time."

Whether it was the original owner or him, it was the first time.

Yuen Long was exhausted from shouting, and no one paid any attention to him. He went around looking for someone to follow him for protection, and went to their side, resting for a while with a pale face, watching him wipe the blood on his hands, terrified.

"Xia Zhinian, don't you feel scared when you look at Baibai, tender and soft?"

Xia Zhinian shook his head, the fur on the top of his head was up and down, his almond eyes were pure, "It's, it's okay, it's not that scary."

How many times has he been in the ICU, afraid of this?

Without fear of death, there is not much awe of ghosts and gods.

I don't even feel like a haunted house.

Xia Zhinian moved the table away, his eyes lit up, and he raised his voice, "There's a passage here!"

"There are too!"

Du Bao also shouted, "I'll go down and have a look first."

Du Bao walked down the steep and narrow stairs. The light above was dim, and several people gathered around to watch.

Xia Zhinian looked at the distance between the eyes and the receiver, and suddenly—

"Oh shit..."

"Ding ding ding!"

A shrill voice laughed, "It's game time, we're going to play games with Quiet, Quiet is here to catch you!"

Du Bao didn't know what mechanism he stepped on, the floor under his feet suddenly parted, he fell into it with a thud, and then quickly closed it again.

A skinny girl came out of the stairs unexpectedly, wearing a red dress, she looked even more terrifying under the light, and rushed towards the source of the sound with a treacherous smile.

"Game!"

Yuen Long yelled fiercely, and the group of people suddenly dispersed, "Fuck me!"

"Secretly to see who is not quiet."

Yuen Long shut up instantly, grabbed Zou Ziqian and remained motionless in fear, Xia Zhinian ran away from the attack, but after a few steps, he was grabbed by the arm and pulled back.

"Well-"

Yan Ci covered his mouth with his sleeve, and said in a clear voice, "Hush."

Xia Zhinian: "?!"

When did Yan Ci run in this direction?

He was dragged into a corner, Yan Ci pulled a table across the front, looked up, Chu Qingjian was directly in front of him.

The farthest point on the diagonal.

Xia Zhinian: "...?"

What a magical move.

The little girl in the red dress ran to Xia Zhinian's table wearing leather shoes, her eyes were wide open, and the corners of her lips curled into strange arcs.

"Is there anyone here who is not quiet?"

Xia Zhinian and Yan Ci hid in the narrow gap between the table and the corner of the wall, they had no choice but to lean together, regretfully looking towards Chu Qingjian, sighing silently.

Isn't it good for the main character to attack and hide here? What's the point of making him a little cannon fodder?

Yan Ci looked down at him, and saw the young man looking at Chu Qingjian eagerly, pulling the corners of his mouth, with a cool smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and poked him on the waist.

…hiss.

Xia Zhinian gasped, bared her teeth ferociously, and stared at him with wide-open eyes.

Yan Ci raised the corners of his lips and leaned close to his ear, his voice was low and pleasant, and fell straight into the young man's ears, carelessly and unreasonably.

"Hey boy, don't look at him."

Been watching it since it came out.

Look good with him?

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Just watch it!

If you have the ability, the protagonist is subject to your own eyes.

Xia Zhinian clutched his waist and turned his head in the direction of Chu Qingjian.

Yan Ci raised his eyebrows, his eyes flashed a trace of unpredictability, but the smile on his lips became more gentle, gentle and undisciplined, and he reached out and tapped on the table.

"Click."

Crisp sound.

The little girl in the red skirt ran away in an instant, "Quietly!"

"Not quietly! Not quietly! Not quietly!"

The little girl's hair was soaring and her eyes were red. She stretched her limbs and tried desperately to climb up the table. If she couldn't get up, she stomped on the floor.

There was a muffled "bang".

The wall behind the two of them suddenly cracked and separated backwards. Something stirred behind the ankles, and Yan Ci fell backwards with all his strength.

Xia Zhinian: "?!"

Xia Zhinian's almond eyes widened, and he grabbed the edge of the table to support his body, "Brother Chu!"

The main character, Gong, come here quickly, Gongshou has a good chance to be alone!

Chu Qingjian groaned and turned her head, pulling Yuen Long to shield her face without saying a word.

Xia Zhinian: "?!"

Xia Zhinian was silently frightened.

It was cold all around, with the wind blowing behind him, an arm around his waist was slowly hooped up, and the voice in his ear was soft.

The warm breath brushed against the side of the neck, almost comparable to the cold wind in a haunted house, gentle and gentle.

"Hey boy, do you want your brother Chu to accompany you down? Huh?"

Xia Zhinian's heart thumped, he clings to the edge of the table and stretches his body so as not to fall into the dark secret room below, feeling sore in his heart.

Help.

Isn't this scarier than a haunted house? !

Yan Ci sighed softly, "I'm going to be unhappy."

A hand was suddenly placed on the back of his hand, which felt cool to the touch, and his movements were loose and casual. Yubai's fingertips penetrated into the middle between the fingers he was using to hold his body and the edge of the table, and flicked slowly and lightly.