In contrast, his “husband” was undoubtedly too human-like.
However, Yan Chuan remembered that his husband was not actually human; no matter how much he pretended, he was still not one of those couples who merely look good together but are disconnected inside.
The ghost that haunted him last night was definitely connected to his “husband.”
But… was his husband actually that ghost or did he have some other identity?
What kind of relationship was entangled between them?
Yan Chuan felt very confused, but he didn’t express all his questions. Instead, he gave a questioning look toward Dan Qi and Tang Zhen.
He wondered if they had encountered anything.
Dan Qi and Tang Zhen exchanged a reluctant glance.
Despite their dislike for each other, they knew that when Yan Chuan asked questions, it was likely something important.
“No,” Tang Zhen said first, “I do feel like there are many people moving in the corridor at night, but I can’t see anything through the window.”
“I feel the same,” Dan Qi pondered for a moment, “Perhaps my identity in the script is relatively insignificant.”
Yan Chuan was not ready to accept that: “Really not? I encountered something on my very first night in the escape reality show.”
Dan Qi asked, “What did you encounter?”
Yan Chuan pursed his lips and still told them: “A ghost pressing me down.”
[Reasonable suspicion that he is a perverted ghost]
[No matter what NPC it is, encountering Yan Bao turns them into a pervert (not)]
[A total of one, two, three… four, good, a beautiful wife needs a lot of men to pamper her]
[However, can Yan Bao’s husband really only appear at night? I really want to see the real husband confront two wild men in a Shura field]
Dan Qi raised an eyebrow: “How many times has it appeared?”
Yan Chuan honestly reported: “Twice.”
“The first time was on the first day I entered the escape reality show,” he pressed his lips together, his eyelashes falling down: “The second time was last night.”
“What happened last night?” Tang Zhen pressed for details.
Yan Chuan paused for a moment, the light-colored lips slightly parted, faintly revealing a bit of his crimson tongue.
A clear expression of distress appeared on his face, his long lashes fluttering as they cast a soft shadow over his slightly upturned nose.
His delicate fingers clutched at the hem of his dress, unconsciously tightening, causing the neatly ironed fabric to gather into a circle of wrinkles.
His expression showed disdain, but it was not purely fear; rather, it was…
A mixture of humiliation and fear, and Tang Zhen reached a conclusion in his heart.
Though his expression remained unchanged, a hint of darkness shimmered in his eyes.
What was Yan Chuan embarrassed about?
What had that mysterious ghost done to make him show such a shy and fearful expression?
Tang Zhen heard himself maintaining a normal tone as he continued speaking with Yan Chuan.
“When I was with my ‘husband,’ um,” Yan Chuan felt the gaze of two pairs of eyes on him and had to recall the chaotic memories of last night; even his pale cheeks flushed with crimson as he stammered, “When I was about to sleep, I was touched awake.”
Dan Qi raised an eyebrow, revealing a disapproving look: “Touched? The NPCs in the escape reality show are touching you?”
They were still sitting in the living room on the sofa, and as Dan Qi moved his leg slightly, it further squished Yan Chuan’s already pitiful spot, causing his delicate white legs to press more tightly together.
Due to their sitting posture, the knee-length skirt lifted slightly, revealing a section of snow-white thigh, the soft flesh spilling slightly over the sofa.
Tang Zhen sat to the right, his wrist casually resting on his knee. To avoid Dan Qi, Yan Chuan nearly retreated into Tang Zhen’s embrace.
Long, strong fingers seemed to unintentionally brush over Yan Chuan’s leg, the rough pads of his fingers creating a somewhat strange sensation.
“I’m sorry…” Yan Chuan shivered, pitifully tightening his legs again.
Tang Zhen smiled at him and smoothed down the skirt he had accidentally lifted: “It’s fine, please continue.”
Yan Chuan bit his lips: “Thank you.”
Dan Qi, left out on the side, shot a fierce glare at Tang Zhen.
Pretentious.
“I didn’t mean that…” Yan Chuan was almost startled by Dan Qi’s tone; after speaking with Tang Zhen, his emotions calmed down a bit.
It felt as if he had done something strange, and he glanced again at the silent Tang Zhen, explaining, “I suddenly woke up while I was sleeping and found that thing had come.”
Dan Qi made it sound like it was developing into something weird.
Tang Zhen pondered for a moment: “What did it do?”
Yan Chuan could not elaborate here; just thinking about it made him simultaneously shy and angry. But since both Dan Qi and Tang Zhen were staring at him, he had to say, “It was more or less the same thing as the first time I encountered the pressing ghost… in any case, I couldn’t break free.”
Left out, Dan Qi noticed the interaction between Tang Zhen and Yan Chuan and felt a surge of frustration. He asked, “How was that resolved?”
Yan Chuan said, “I discovered…”
“Discovered what?”
After this question, Yan Chuan’s silence became even more pronounced. He bit his lower lip, the light-colored lips tinged with a deep blush, his expression more conflicted than before.
Both Dan Qi and Tang Zhen turned to look at him, taking the opportunity to move a little closer.
Yan Chuan’s mind was a mess; how could he now notice that their current posture was quite unusual?
Two much taller men were pinching him in the middle like a sandwich, clearly having chairs nearby, yet insisting on squeezing onto the small sofa with him. Their postures were not even proper as their long legs extended, further squeezing his slender figure smaller.
Now they all coincidentally looked towards him, their gazes intense, almost boring holes into his body.
“I discovered…” Yan Chuan recalled the scene at that time, hesitating as if he was reluctant to say it: “I found that when I was close to my husband, the ghost wouldn’t touch me.”
He felt incredibly awkward, for he was one of the contestants but was the only one to encounter such bizarre ghosts; secondly, he had to call that man “husband,” making him look like a disobedient little wife in front of Dan Qi and Tang Zhen, who were both his lovers.
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