Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

Because the people in the two villas are combined together, there are not so many rooms on the second floor, so the room arranged for tonight is a double room.

But even so, each room here is large enough not to interfere with their personal lives. There is a master bedroom and a second bedroom, which are almost the same size and are more than enough to accommodate two people living together.

The housekeeper's requirements are particularly relaxed on this point, and they can choose their roommates on their own tonight.

Si Mo seriously doubted whether Shao Yan had told the unscrupulous housekeeper about this rule. After all, based on his understanding, this person was capable of doing such a thing.

But when he asked, Shao Yan spread his hands with an innocent look on his face and said, "Madam, how could you wrongly accuse me like this?"

"Although I have a hidden identity, from the moment I voluntarily joined the player group, I was no different from everyone else."

"Although I still have some small rights, I cannot interfere too much in the dungeon's missions."

Shao Yan put his thumb and index finger together and made a 'little bit' gesture, but was ruthlessly shot down by Si Mo as soon as he finished speaking.

"I know," Si Mo said coldly, "... go to sleep!"

"Okay." Shao Yan responded with a smile, then followed Si Mo into the room and closed the door.

……

"Do you feel... that the room is a little cold." Shao Yan was sitting slightly to the left of the middle of the big bed, covered with a dark quilt. The cold air outlet of the air conditioner was not facing him, and the temperature was just right - but this did not stop him from shamelessly hugging Si Mo.

"If you keep making noise, go and sleep across the street." Si Mo closed his eyes irritably. After slapping away Shao Yan's hand that was placed across his waist for the fourth time, he finally couldn't resist and turned over.

It was already very tolerant of him to agree to let Shao Yan go to his bed, but he should have thought that this man would go too far before going to bed.

"But ma'am, I'm really cold."

"Would you hug me?"

Shao Yan rested his chin on Si Mo's neck from behind, and his breath mixed with a faint fragrance sprayed behind Si Mo's ear, bringing with it a hint of coolness.

After hesitating for two seconds, when Si Mo touched Shao Yan's hand again, the skin touched by his fingertips was indeed cold, not like normal human body temperature.

"Why is it so cold?" He said with a frown, and pulled Shao Yan's hand under the quilt. Shao Yan curled the corners of his mouth and took a step closer to him, successfully holding Si Mo in his arms in a hug.

"That's why I need Madam's embrace to warm me up..."

The man's scorching gaze could not be seen in the darkness. After he said this, neither of them spoke again. Si Mo's back was pressed against his chest, and they felt the resonance of their chests together.

I don’t know how long it took, but the man behind me’s breathing gradually became steady.

Si Mo gently took Shao Yan's arm away, then silently got up and got out of bed.

The lock of the door was opened and then the handle was pressed down to close, making two unnoticeable sounds.

The chandeliers hanging above the top floor were all turned off at midnight, and the corridor on the second floor could only be seen with the help of the wall lamps.

The antique sandalwood floor makes a weird creaking sound when stepped on, like an old clock that has fallen into disrepair.

Si Mo slowed down his pace, kept his body as close to the wall as possible, and walked out of the room all the way to the left until he reached the vertical spiral staircase that connected the first to third floors.

In the past, under the supervision of the housekeeper, they stopped at the second floor and never had the opportunity to go up again. Therefore, the top floor seemed to be filled with strange mystery, and Si Mo observed it intentionally or unintentionally many times.

Now that I look at it up close, there's nothing special about it.

The handrails of the spiral staircase are coiled with the same variety of red roses as those below. Even though no one has walked on the floor in the past few days, the floor is still as smooth as new without a speck of dust.

The third floor of the manor should have been movable before, but it was completely blocked after the little princess's body was placed there.

Driven by his intuition, Si Mo felt that tomorrow's sacrifice was not a good sign, so he came to take a look the night before.

After going upstairs, Si Mo carefully took out a golden key from his arms - this was the key he got from the housekeeper on the first night.

He counted the rooms in the attic, and among a row of blocked doors with identical decorations, he tried to sense which one was the target he was looking for.

Finally, Si Mo raised his eyes and chose the third room on the left.

At the moment when the key was inserted into the lock, he keenly noticed an extremely subtle sound of footsteps on the floor behind him. Then, it was as if an evil wind blew behind him, and the chill penetrated the thin fabric on his back and went straight to his bones.

The girl tilted her head back and stood there quietly, waiting for him to turn around before she spoke:

"Brother, do you want to enter this room?"

The girl glanced at the tightly closed door, and looked at Si Mo with a hint of expectation.

She looked about five or six years old, and Si Mo had to lower his head slightly to see her. The girl was wearing a striking red princess dress, and in one hand she was holding a red rabbit doll that was half the size of her body, the color blending in with her clothes.

In the other hand he held a piece of unknown meat and was putting it into his mouth while talking.

The strange thing is that the meat is raw.

The surface was still soaked with fresh blood, and Si Ma could smell a faint fishy odor from a distance.

Raw meat was difficult to chew. Every time the girl took a bite, she had to pull her neck back a distance. The squeaking sound from the friction between her teeth and the meat was depressing.

Si Mo took a rough look at her. The tip of the girl's tongue and chin were rubbed red by the blood, but she was still eating with gusto.

He recognized her at a glance. This little thing was the resentful ghost from the daytime, because she still had some of her divine power left in her body. She must have been injured, and her appearance had changed from seventeen or eighteen years old to five or six years old.

"Is that so?" the girl kept repeating this sentence, looking at the key in the keyhole with naked eyes, just hoping that someone could turn it.

"I want to go in and take a look, but the door is always locked." She frowned and put the last piece of meat into her mouth. After chewing it, she reluctantly stretched out her bright red tongue to lick the water stains on the corners of her mouth clean.

At this time, Si Mo was not in a hurry. He did not open the door directly, but asked the girl: "What do you want to see?"

"Do you know what's in there?"

The girl hesitated, as if she was really thinking, and nodded after a while, but her expression was very calm and she said: "Inside... is my sister."

"Brother, I'll give you the little rabbit, please let me in, okay?"

The girl timidly raised the red rabbit doll and tried to make an exchange with her boss with her glaring eyes: "This is the most important thing I have..."

Two seconds late, Si Mo bent down and reached out to take it. The doll was lifted up by its ears. At the same time, Si Mo observed that the girl's own ears had also turned red.

She pouted her lips with an unwilling look, and that expression seemed to be blaming Si Mo for being gentler, as it hurt her.

"What are you doing?!" A sharp shout suddenly came from the stairs.