Shen Yuanxing’s cup shattered in his hand, blood trickling down his wrist.
“Baby, I’m sorry, I just forgot. I was sleeping next to you last night.”
Song Jinshi shook his head. “It’s okay. Do you want to handle your hand first?”
Shen Yuanxing nodded. “Then you wait for me here for a bit. I’ll be back as soon as I’m done.”
However, Shen Yuanxing didn’t tend to his wound. Instead, he walked into a place out of Song Jinshi’s sight, his expression darkening.
“Who exactly is it?”
Countless faces flashed through Shen Yuanxing’s mind. Everyone had different abilities in the horror zone, and some could sneak into the instances undetected by the system.
He had been struck by Song Jinshi’s charm ever since their first meeting at the social gathering.
But he never had the chance until now when the little lamb had willingly fallen into the hunter’s trap, only to have someone else arrive first.
On the other side,
Song Jinshi stood still, waiting for Shen Yuanxing to return, but he felt an unusual chill in the air.
“Baby, the person who slept next to you last night wasn’t your sweetheart.”
“It seems like just a moment without seeing you, and you’ve found a new lover. Aren’t you a little too fickle?”
“Baby, how about I lock you in my coffin and have my way with you every day until you can no longer hold anything inside you and beg me for mercy?”
Song Jinshi was startled by the sudden voice and froze in place, a cold breath brushing past his ear.
In that instant, countless images flickered across his mind. He realized that no matter what, he couldn’t remember the man’s face from last night.
Recalling carefully, he was in a state of fear and hadn’t really seen his appearance; he only deduced it was Shen Yuanxing based on his words.
But the current situation clearly told Song Jinshi that the man was not Shen Yuanxing, but rather the lecher he encountered when he first entered the instance.
Song Jinshi wanted to cry but thought of Shen Yuanxing, who would return at any moment.
Worried that Shen Yuanxing would see him crying and find it hard to explain, especially since only he knew about that lecher.
However, having been pampered since childhood, Song Jinshi couldn’t control himself and ended up crying.
Though he tried his best to suppress the urge to cry, his body seemed to have other ideas.
Unaware of his current state, his eyes reddened, and two beautiful tears slipped down his cheeks, making him look sadly wronged.
“Why are you crying, baby? Is it because you want to be locked in a coffin by your hubby, and you’re so overjoyed?”
Song Jinshi suddenly felt a chill.
The man, invisible to Song Jinshi, was licking the tears from his delicate face.
“Baby, you smell so good; even your tears are sweet.”
At that moment, Song Jinshi realized that the sticky feeling he had just felt was the man licking his tears.
Feeling bashful, he couldn’t care about his fear anymore.
“How can you do this? How can you lick my tears? You… pervert!”
Song Jinshi could only scold the man lightly, and couldn’t even think of stronger words.
Little did he know, this only excited the man more.
Shen Yuanxing, who had just tended to his wound, saw Song Jinshi blushing, angrily calling him a pervert.
All previous displeasure vanished in an instant; all that filled his mind was the image of his beautiful wife.
“Baby—”
“Shen Yuanxing, the villagers are calling us to a meeting.”
Tu Li’s arrival interrupted Shen Yuanxing’s impending words.
The two followed Tu Li toward the village committee.
On the way, Song Jinshi looked at the figures of the two ahead, his pace slowing.
Suddenly, he realized that his identity seemed different from the others.
Coupled with the system’s reminder, he remembered that he was the male ghost’s wife, and his family in this instance had sold him to that male ghost.
So… he couldn’t go, or his identity would be exposed.
Thus, Song Jinshi, who was already lagging behind, started to creep away, taking one step and stopping three.
However, Shen Yuanxing, who had been watching Song Jinshi, noticed his hesitance.
“Jinshi, come to my side.”
Song Jinshi didn’t want to go next to him, as it would ruin his chance to escape.
So he had a burst of inspiration. “Oh no, my stomach hurts.”
“I might not be able to make it; my stomach is killing me.”
“Then you should go back and rest.”
Song Jinshi didn’t expect it to go so smoothly; he thought he would have to persuade him.
But he didn’t know that Shen Yuanxing had seen through his poor acting long ago. Allowing him to be willful was just because of his inner possessiveness, not wanting anyone to discover his treasure.
Especially since all players were sure to go live this time. Although Shen Yuanxing knew that Song Jinshi’s identity would eventually be revealed, he wanted to spend more time with him.
After all, opportunities are created by oneself.
Wasn’t it true that he was not the one meant to come to this instance initially?
Song Jinshi happily returned to the courtyard where the players stayed.
He recalled that the goal of this instance was merely to survive for ten days, so he leisurely returned to his room and lay on the bed—just chilling.
In a half-dream state, he thought he heard the sound of his room door opening.
“You’re back.”
Song Jinshi murmured drowsily.
“Are you the little wife they found for me?”
A voice devoid of emotion, cold to the bone, echoed in Song Jinshi’s ear.
Naively, Song Jinshi didn’t sense anything wrong with that statement.
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