"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
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Tang Ning suddenly opened his eyes, surrounded by splashing water. Droplets slid off his trembling eyelashes, dropping onto the steamy surface of the water, causing ripples to spread out. His fearful, anxious eyes looked around, and Tang Ning found himself still in the bathtub. The terrifying experience he just had turned out to be only a nightmare.
Still unsettled, Tang Ning scanned his surroundings over and over. The walls were snow-white, the tiles were sparkling clean, and the glass door was fogged up with a layer of white mist. The scent of aromatherapy gave off a gentle woody fragrance, and no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't see any bloody handprints.
His heart was pounding fiercely, thumping loudly. The nightmare had been too real, and Tang Ning was scared to the point of being weak and powerless. His long legs wanted to stand up, but he couldn't muster the strength for a moment.
He struggled to get up from the bathtub, his body covered in a thin mist, and his wet strands of black hair stuck to his face. Tang Ning put on his bathrobe, picked up his mobile phone, and prepared to leave.
The moment he opened the door, his feet, clad in slippers, seemed to touch something cold and soft. His toes, like flower buds, curled slightly.
Tang Ning looked down to see a legless rag doll rolling to his feet, its eyes made of black buttons staring right at him.
The thin layer of redness on Tang Ning's face from the bath steamed away in an instant, leaving his entire face pale as a sheet of white paper—
It was coming.
The eyes made of black buttons stared intently at Tang Ning, as if transforming into a dark abyss ready to swallow him whole, skin and bones.
The fragment of being attacked in the bathroom kept flashing in his mind. Tang Ning's thoughts seemed to turn into a whirlpool, everything around him becoming blurred, except for the nightmare-like fear that became clearer and clearer.
"Xiao Ning!"
"Xiao Ning, what's wrong with you?" Mo Yun Chu's shout shocked Tang Ning, pulling him out of his rigid state. He dumbly raised his head to see Mo Yun Chu, also wrapped in a bathrobe, standing in front of him.
Steam rose from Mo Yun Chu's body, and droplets hung from his wet hair tips. Mo Yun Chu looked at him worriedly, "I was taking a shower just now and heard you shout. Did you fall?"
Warm hands wrapped around his shoulders, injecting a continuous stream of vitality into his body. Mo Yun Chu anxiously said, "Are you alright?"
Tang Ning's voice, which seemed frozen cold, finally managed to speak, "Ghost"
【Warning, do not disclose information about ghosts to Mo Yun Chu. Mo Yun Chu's influence on the copy is too great, and excessive reliance on Mo Yun Chu will be considered as cheating by using a golden finger, at which point the system will adjust the difficulty of the monsters to maintain balance.】
The system coldly said.
"What?" Mo Yun Chu focused his gaze on Tang Ning, as if trying to soothe the unease in Tang Ning's eyes through such means.
Tang Ning looked down, wanting to point out the rag doll on the ground to Mo Yun Chu, but when he looked at the spot, it was empty, as if it were just his illusion.
No, how could this be an illusion?
He could still feel the cold and soft disgusting touch on his foot, left by accidentally kicking the rag doll.
That thing must have hidden itself, surely lurking in some corner, unknown when it might appear again
Tang Ning clenched his teeth hard, his lips pressed into a straight line trying to hold back the urge to cry, but tears still welled up from his moist eyes, large droplets rolling down. Tang Ning cried without making a sound, his whole body trembling.
"Why are you crying?" Mo Yun Chu hugged Tang Ning sympathetically, "It's okay, don't cry, be good, Xiao Ning."
Tang Ning clung to Mo Yun Chu's clothes, burying his face in Mo Yun Chu's chest, like a frightened little animal desperately shrinking into a ball, pitifully snuggling into its owner's embrace.
"Mo Yun Chu, don't leave me, okay?"
He called out Mo Yun Chu's name over and over, his voice soaked with heavy crying, so soft it was like a pool of water.
Mo Yun Chu's heart seemed to turn into a pool of water too. He gently patted Tang Ning's back, his deep voice slowly saying to Tang Ning, word by word, "I won't leave you."
He said it so slowly and seriously, like making a vow.
Tang Ning cried in Mo Yun Chu's arms for a long time. He hadn't cried so shamefully for a long, long time. After venting his frightened emotions with tears, he belatedly realized his face had turned red.
How embarrassing.
He had actually wet Mo Yun Chu's entire shoulder with his tears.
Tang Ning awkwardly raised his head, his ears flushed red, his long eyelashes wet with tears, unable to meet Mo Yun Chu's gaze.
"Why is your face so red? Are you feverish?" Mo Yun Chu tested the temperature on Tang Ning's forehead with the back of his hand and then pressed his own forehead against it.
"I'm fine," Tang Ning said softly.
"You don't have a fever, but you seem tired today. I'll go heat up a cup of milk for you," Mo Yun Chu said softly. "That way, you'll sleep better tonight."
Tang Ning's mouth was indeed a bit dry. He nodded.
Mo Yun Chu turned to leave, and Tang Ning immediately panicked when he saw Mo Yun Chu about to go. He quickly grabbed Mo Yun Chu's hand, "I'll go with you!"
"You go back to your room and rest. I'll bring the milk to the bedroom later. Be good," Mo Yun Chu coaxed.
Tang Ning refused to let go. He didn't want to be alone anymore, "No, let's go together, okay?"
His eyes still rimmed with red from crying, his pleading look so helpless, as if he would cry again if refused.
Mo Yun Chu had no choice but to nod in agreement.
At that moment, Tang Ning's eyes lit up, bright black pupils like a night washed by rainwater, adorned with dazzling stars, conveying a simple and straightforward emotion, unreservedly, to the person in front of him like a message from a sovereign.
Mo Yun Chu couldn't help but pat Tang Ning's head, "Xiao Ning is so good."
Together, they heated the milk, or more precisely, Tang Ning watched as Mo Yun Chu heated the milk, and then they returned to the bedroom together.
The bed in the bedroom was very large. Tang Ning sat on the edge of the bed, sipping the milk little by little. Halfway through, he saw Mo Yun Chu untying his bathrobe.
Mo Yun Chu had a great figure, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, presenting a reversed triangle from the back. His skin was a cold white, and his muscle lines resembled rolling snow-capped mountains, possessing a distant, unapproachable beauty.
If Tang Ning were watching such a perfect body through a screen, his gaze would linger for a while. If he saw it in a magazine, he would choose to buy and collect it.
However, the situation now was that a young man, who was his boyfriend, stood in their shared bedroom, untying his bathrobe.
Tang Ning suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a bit off. He weakly called out to the system in his heart: 【What is Mo Yun Chu going to do?】
【You.】
Tang Ning was stunned for a moment, then blushed profusely as he realized what was happening. He was completely flustered, 【How, how can this be allowed?】
【Why not?】
【I, I mean, how can this game pass the review?】
The cold male voice paused for a while, then advised:
【You can appropriately break character within the range approved by Mo Yun Chu, but outright refusing to fulfill the duties of a boyfriend will definitely arouse Mo Yun Chu's suspicion. I suggest you not overly go against Mo Yun Chu's wishes. Without Mo Yun Chu's help, you will find it difficult to survive the night alone.】
"What are you thinking about?" Mo Yun Chu approached Tang Ning, his silhouette against the light, looking down at Tang Ning from a height, making his facial features appear especially deep under this lighting.
Tang Ning couldn't help but feel as if the gaze from those black eyes was licking over him. He curled his toes slightly, completely unsure of what to say. He wanted to follow the system's advice and undress, but facing Mo Yun Chu like this, Tang Ning had the intuition that once he undressed, he wouldn't be let off easily.
So, Tang Ning backed down, clumsily saying, "I'm really tired today, I want to go straight to sleep."
Saying that, he lifted the quilt, intending to dive into the bed to escape danger.
Unexpectedly, Mo Yun Chu suddenly leaned over, locking eyes with Tang Ning before the quilt could cover his face. Their distance was so close that Tang Ning wanted to turn his head away, but a strong, firm hand pressed against Tang Ning's right cheek, holding him firmly against the headboard. When the headboard made a muffled "thud," Tang Ning realized
He seemed to have been "wall-pinned" by Mo Yun Chu.
In the artificially created narrow space, the oppressive feeling brought by Mo Yun Chu's deep-set eyes and high nose bridge was particularly strong.
Tang Ning belatedly realized that Mo Yun Chu's appearance was not as gentle as jade; on the contrary, there was a kind of excessive handsomeness and aggressiveness. It was only because Mo Yun Chu had always been very gentle towards him, almost subservient, that he had overlooked that nearly gentlemanly aggressiveness.
Tang Ning dared not meet Mo Yun Chu's gaze, swallowing nervously and weakly asking, "What are you doing?"
Mo Yun Chu got even closer, gently rubbing his nose against Tang Ning's, perfectly embodying the term "ear nibbling." His rich, deep voice was as gentle as a cello, "Did Xiao Ning forget something?"
Tang Ning blinked nervously.
"My goodnight kiss?" The pure black pupils sparkled with a hint of laughter.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
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Tang Ning suddenly opened his eyes, surrounded by splashing water. Droplets slid off his trembling eyelashes, dropping onto the steamy surface of the water, causing ripples to spread out. His fearful, anxious eyes looked around, and Tang Ning found himself still in the bathtub. The terrifying experience he just had turned out to be only a nightmare.
Still unsettled, Tang Ning scanned his surroundings over and over. The walls were snow-white, the tiles were sparkling clean, and the glass door was fogged up with a layer of white mist. The scent of aromatherapy gave off a gentle woody fragrance, and no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't see any bloody handprints.
His heart was pounding fiercely, thumping loudly. The nightmare had been too real, and Tang Ning was scared to the point of being weak and powerless. His long legs wanted to stand up, but he couldn't muster the strength for a moment.
He struggled to get up from the bathtub, his body covered in a thin mist, and his wet strands of black hair stuck to his face. Tang Ning put on his bathrobe, picked up his mobile phone, and prepared to leave.
The moment he opened the door, his feet, clad in slippers, seemed to touch something cold and soft. His toes, like flower buds, curled slightly.
Tang Ning looked down to see a legless rag doll rolling to his feet, its eyes made of black buttons staring right at him.
The thin layer of redness on Tang Ning's face from the bath steamed away in an instant, leaving his entire face pale as a sheet of white paper—
It was coming.
The eyes made of black buttons stared intently at Tang Ning, as if transforming into a dark abyss ready to swallow him whole, skin and bones.
The fragment of being attacked in the bathroom kept flashing in his mind. Tang Ning's thoughts seemed to turn into a whirlpool, everything around him becoming blurred, except for the nightmare-like fear that became clearer and clearer.
"Xiao Ning!"
"Xiao Ning, what's wrong with you?" Mo Yun Chu's shout shocked Tang Ning, pulling him out of his rigid state. He dumbly raised his head to see Mo Yun Chu, also wrapped in a bathrobe, standing in front of him.
Steam rose from Mo Yun Chu's body, and droplets hung from his wet hair tips. Mo Yun Chu looked at him worriedly, "I was taking a shower just now and heard you shout. Did you fall?"
Warm hands wrapped around his shoulders, injecting a continuous stream of vitality into his body. Mo Yun Chu anxiously said, "Are you alright?"
Tang Ning's voice, which seemed frozen cold, finally managed to speak, "Ghost"
【Warning, do not disclose information about ghosts to Mo Yun Chu. Mo Yun Chu's influence on the copy is too great, and excessive reliance on Mo Yun Chu will be considered as cheating by using a golden finger, at which point the system will adjust the difficulty of the monsters to maintain balance.】
The system coldly said.
"What?" Mo Yun Chu focused his gaze on Tang Ning, as if trying to soothe the unease in Tang Ning's eyes through such means.
Tang Ning looked down, wanting to point out the rag doll on the ground to Mo Yun Chu, but when he looked at the spot, it was empty, as if it were just his illusion.
No, how could this be an illusion?
He could still feel the cold and soft disgusting touch on his foot, left by accidentally kicking the rag doll.
That thing must have hidden itself, surely lurking in some corner, unknown when it might appear again
Tang Ning clenched his teeth hard, his lips pressed into a straight line trying to hold back the urge to cry, but tears still welled up from his moist eyes, large droplets rolling down. Tang Ning cried without making a sound, his whole body trembling.
"Why are you crying?" Mo Yun Chu hugged Tang Ning sympathetically, "It's okay, don't cry, be good, Xiao Ning."
Tang Ning clung to Mo Yun Chu's clothes, burying his face in Mo Yun Chu's chest, like a frightened little animal desperately shrinking into a ball, pitifully snuggling into its owner's embrace.
"Mo Yun Chu, don't leave me, okay?"
He called out Mo Yun Chu's name over and over, his voice soaked with heavy crying, so soft it was like a pool of water.
Mo Yun Chu's heart seemed to turn into a pool of water too. He gently patted Tang Ning's back, his deep voice slowly saying to Tang Ning, word by word, "I won't leave you."
He said it so slowly and seriously, like making a vow.
Tang Ning cried in Mo Yun Chu's arms for a long time. He hadn't cried so shamefully for a long, long time. After venting his frightened emotions with tears, he belatedly realized his face had turned red.
How embarrassing.
He had actually wet Mo Yun Chu's entire shoulder with his tears.
Tang Ning awkwardly raised his head, his ears flushed red, his long eyelashes wet with tears, unable to meet Mo Yun Chu's gaze.
"Why is your face so red? Are you feverish?" Mo Yun Chu tested the temperature on Tang Ning's forehead with the back of his hand and then pressed his own forehead against it.
"I'm fine," Tang Ning said softly.
"You don't have a fever, but you seem tired today. I'll go heat up a cup of milk for you," Mo Yun Chu said softly. "That way, you'll sleep better tonight."
Tang Ning's mouth was indeed a bit dry. He nodded.
Mo Yun Chu turned to leave, and Tang Ning immediately panicked when he saw Mo Yun Chu about to go. He quickly grabbed Mo Yun Chu's hand, "I'll go with you!"
"You go back to your room and rest. I'll bring the milk to the bedroom later. Be good," Mo Yun Chu coaxed.
Tang Ning refused to let go. He didn't want to be alone anymore, "No, let's go together, okay?"
His eyes still rimmed with red from crying, his pleading look so helpless, as if he would cry again if refused.
Mo Yun Chu had no choice but to nod in agreement.
At that moment, Tang Ning's eyes lit up, bright black pupils like a night washed by rainwater, adorned with dazzling stars, conveying a simple and straightforward emotion, unreservedly, to the person in front of him like a message from a sovereign.
Mo Yun Chu couldn't help but pat Tang Ning's head, "Xiao Ning is so good."
Together, they heated the milk, or more precisely, Tang Ning watched as Mo Yun Chu heated the milk, and then they returned to the bedroom together.
The bed in the bedroom was very large. Tang Ning sat on the edge of the bed, sipping the milk little by little. Halfway through, he saw Mo Yun Chu untying his bathrobe.
Mo Yun Chu had a great figure, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, presenting a reversed triangle from the back. His skin was a cold white, and his muscle lines resembled rolling snow-capped mountains, possessing a distant, unapproachable beauty.
If Tang Ning were watching such a perfect body through a screen, his gaze would linger for a while. If he saw it in a magazine, he would choose to buy and collect it.
However, the situation now was that a young man, who was his boyfriend, stood in their shared bedroom, untying his bathrobe.
Tang Ning suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a bit off. He weakly called out to the system in his heart: 【What is Mo Yun Chu going to do?】
【You.】
Tang Ning was stunned for a moment, then blushed profusely as he realized what was happening. He was completely flustered, 【How, how can this be allowed?】
【Why not?】
【I, I mean, how can this game pass the review?】
The cold male voice paused for a while, then advised:
【You can appropriately break character within the range approved by Mo Yun Chu, but outright refusing to fulfill the duties of a boyfriend will definitely arouse Mo Yun Chu's suspicion. I suggest you not overly go against Mo Yun Chu's wishes. Without Mo Yun Chu's help, you will find it difficult to survive the night alone.】
"What are you thinking about?" Mo Yun Chu approached Tang Ning, his silhouette against the light, looking down at Tang Ning from a height, making his facial features appear especially deep under this lighting.
Tang Ning couldn't help but feel as if the gaze from those black eyes was licking over him. He curled his toes slightly, completely unsure of what to say. He wanted to follow the system's advice and undress, but facing Mo Yun Chu like this, Tang Ning had the intuition that once he undressed, he wouldn't be let off easily.
So, Tang Ning backed down, clumsily saying, "I'm really tired today, I want to go straight to sleep."
Saying that, he lifted the quilt, intending to dive into the bed to escape danger.
Unexpectedly, Mo Yun Chu suddenly leaned over, locking eyes with Tang Ning before the quilt could cover his face. Their distance was so close that Tang Ning wanted to turn his head away, but a strong, firm hand pressed against Tang Ning's right cheek, holding him firmly against the headboard. When the headboard made a muffled "thud," Tang Ning realized
He seemed to have been "wall-pinned" by Mo Yun Chu.
In the artificially created narrow space, the oppressive feeling brought by Mo Yun Chu's deep-set eyes and high nose bridge was particularly strong.
Tang Ning belatedly realized that Mo Yun Chu's appearance was not as gentle as jade; on the contrary, there was a kind of excessive handsomeness and aggressiveness. It was only because Mo Yun Chu had always been very gentle towards him, almost subservient, that he had overlooked that nearly gentlemanly aggressiveness.
Tang Ning dared not meet Mo Yun Chu's gaze, swallowing nervously and weakly asking, "What are you doing?"
Mo Yun Chu got even closer, gently rubbing his nose against Tang Ning's, perfectly embodying the term "ear nibbling." His rich, deep voice was as gentle as a cello, "Did Xiao Ning forget something?"
Tang Ning blinked nervously.
"My goodnight kiss?" The pure black pupils sparkled with a hint of laughter.
