Song Jinshi felt extremes of fear as he was pinned beneath.
This fake Wei Xun’s current state resembled that of a perverse individual about to snap; he felt as if he were on the brink of death.
The man’s face inched closer to his neck.
Song Jinshi shut his eyes in panic.
Was he going to bite him?
Despair crept across his expression.
Yet, the cold, soft touch lingered only around his neck, showing no inclination to bite him.
Instead, the man extended his tongue and licked him a few times.
Upon feeling the faint tremble from beneath him, Yuan Wen chuckled with pleasure.
Just when Song Jinshi was at a loss, unsure how to push the man away and escape, a loud thud suddenly echoed from outside.
Yuan Wen paused his actions, stood up, and went to investigate.
It was only then that Song Jinshi let out a small sigh under the covers.
However, for some reason, even though he had curled deeper into the blanket, he felt colder than before.
The temperature had dropped sharply since the fake Wei Xun had been there; it was as if the room had suddenly turned frigid.
Thinking about it, Song Jinshi realized the fake Wei Xun had been gone for a while, yet there was still no noise from outside.
Adding to the chilling atmosphere, he huddled further into the blanket.
But then, a familiar sensation interrupted his thoughts.
A mild itch spread from his feet, growing from a slight annoyance to a widespread discomfort.
He recalled the wool monster from earlier.
Frightened, Song Jinshi wanted to call out to the fake Wei Xun, but when he opened his mouth, no sound emerged.
His body had completely frozen; he could only feel the sensation creeping up on him.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom mirror, a mass of yarn formed the shape of a small figure, its mouth moving rapidly.
If one listened closely, a strange, rapid sound emerged: “So fragrant, so fragrant, mine, mine.”
The shadow gradually solidified, as if about to break through the glass barrier and enter the real world.
Song Jinshi was trapped in bed, tears streaming down his cheeks and soaking his pillow.
The room began to blur and distort, a hazy figure appeared before him.
Because of his tears and fear, he couldn’t clearly see who was standing by the bed.
He instinctively curled up, pathetically pleading with the man.
“Honey, save me, it hurts.”
With all his strength, Song Jinshi wanted to reach out, hoping the man would hold him like before.
The man’s cold gaze fell upon him, and after a moment of silence, he slowly reached out to stroke Song Jinshi’s face.
The man’s touch on his face was somewhat painful, but at that moment, he was entranced, solely focused on begging for comfort.
After a while, the man’s hand suddenly withdrew.
“Who taught you to act like this? I never saw you so spoiled before. Have those wild men tainted you?”
“But don’t worry, honey will kill them. No one can take my inheritance; you can only be mine.”
Song Jinshi couldn’t hear what the man was saying; he only knew that he was not being held or comforted.
He pouted in grievance, his unfocused eyes searching for the man’s presence.
“Honey, I need a hug.”
Just as Song Jinshi thought the man would leave without holding him, he was suddenly lifted from the bed.
All the threads that had entangled him vanished without him noticing.
The outside was utterly quiet; the fake Wei Xun hadn’t returned.
But Song Jinshi couldn’t care less about that now.
He only knew that he was safe.
The monster that had ensnared him had disappeared, and he found himself curled up in a warm embrace, as if back in the tranquility of a dating scenario.
However, the man did not intend to let him go just yet.
He reached out with his long fingers to lift Song Jinshi’s chin, looking at his tender face, but his words dripped with devilish intent.
“Baby, tell me, have you been with him?”
Song Jinshi was momentarily stunned, but then snuggled closer to the man, his voice trembling as he replied,
“I haven’t messed around with anyone else; I only let you touch me.”
Only then did the man release him, pulling him into a tight embrace, contentedly running his fingers through his hair.
Song Jinshi cautiously maintained this position, afraid of provoking the man.
Just then, he suddenly snapped back to reality, realizing this was a horror scenario, not a dating one.
The man in front of him was something unknown, likely an NPC ghost, and not the doting figures from his previous experiences.
—”I’m starting to suspect my wife was involved in something unsavory before entering the horror zone! He’s way too good at this! Which man could resist?”
—”Wife, come on, I’m your long-lost husband!”
—”I’m worried my wife is scared out of her wits; I’m a bit concerned but somewhat happy. Concerned about her getting overwhelmed, happy—my wife cries so beautifully! She looks so pitiful!”
—”How is it that from the first scenario to now, these men seem to have all undergone some sort of sexless surgery? Why haven’t they made a move?”
—”I think they may have issues; my wife is so enticing, if it were me, I would have snapped long ago! How is it they haven’t even taken a bite?”
—”If it were in another zone! Not only would they eat her, but they could’ve even shared! Then my wife could only hug her stomach and cry, saying she couldn’t eat anymore—hee hee hee.”
At that moment, Song Jinshi was frantically turning his little head, pondering how to escape.
Then he suddenly thought of the fake Wei Xun, who hadn’t returned after going outside; could this person be that very fake Wei Xun, back to scare him?
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