The characters in the horror game have a crush on me

The musky smell wafting in the air finally dissipated.

In the chaotic night, the black-haired young man slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils were still a little dizzy, as if he was still immersed in the memory just now.

—So, the so-called fairy tale refers to this?

Jiang Yilin slightly hooked his lips.

[Ding——Ding——]

[Exploration degree of world view: 15%]

For the godfather, this is indeed a fairy tale to coax children... However, for ordinary children, this kind of dark strange talk will definitely scare most children so that they cannot sleep.

He pushed his left hand, trying to get up from the bed and get back on the wheelchair.

At this moment... light footsteps came from outside the room.

Jiang Yilin heard a sweet voice.

"Sir, why are you still awake? Why are you here?"

That voice was like soaked in honey, it was a very sweet girl's voice, in this dark night, it seemed that it would be melted by this dark color in an instant.

Jiang Yilin's ears moved slightly.

— This voice...he had never heard it before.

When he was still in a coma in the hospital, the maids came to visit him, and the voices he heard were different from this voice.

It was so special, Jiang Yilin felt that with his good memory, he would not miss this voice.

He turned his head slightly, and saw that the door of the room that hadn't been closed was opened by a girl.

She was wearing a medieval maid outfit, with a tall flaxen ponytail on the left side, slightly curly hair hanging down, her green eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray, and her skin was too pale, like snow in cold winter .

She held a small orange lantern in her right hand, which slightly illuminated her face, but gave that sweet face a bit of ghostliness.

"Sir... why are you still awake?"

She repeated softly.

The girl tilted her head, tapped her toes, and took a step closer to Jiang Yilin.

--who is she……?

Jiang Yilin's hand paused.

A very strong sense of disobedience erupted from his cerebral cortex.

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, and the black-haired youth's voice was faint.

"I can't sleep, so I came out to relax."

"Scatter, scatter, heart?"

The girl blinked, her expression seemed to be a little confused, and then became clear, her scarlet lips curled up.

She put the little orange lantern on the ground, walked over slowly, and bowed to Jiang Yilin.

"Sir, you may not know me now. My name is Vera, and I came here as a maid only a few years ago."

The voice was light and ethereal, as if it was about to dissipate in the air.

Immediately afterwards, when she raised her head, her expression became a little ferocious, distorting her sweet facial features, and it returned to normal in an instant.

"You... can't do this!"

"At night, you should lie on the bed obediently instead of going out for a walk—after all, your body is not fully recovered yet."

Her slender brows were slightly wrinkled, as if she was very distressed.

"I'd be very troubled if I didn't take good care of you, sir."

As the girl said, she walked to his side, suddenly stretched out her hand, and under Jiang Yilin's gaze, hugged him by the waist.

When doing this movement, the girl was very relaxed, as if what was in his arms at this moment was not a 20-year-old youth, but a delicate and lovely doll.

Jiang Yilin was startled, he had never thought that this weak looking girl, who seemed to be underage, would have such great power.

——This kind of power... how could it be the power of an ordinary girl?

Her small hands gently caressed the young man's waist, and on that extremely beautiful face, there seemed to be an expression of surprise.

Her voice is soft and thin.

"Ah... Sir, your waist is so slender, it's incredible."

"Is it because you have been in a coma for too long, that Mr. really lost a lot of weight?"

She lowered her head, her dark green eyes met Jiang Yilin's.

She smiled slightly, "I think... Mister must look good in a tight skirt."

--To shut up.

Just as Jiang Yilin was about to say something, he found that he couldn't open his mouth all of a sudden.

This state is very weird, just like what he experienced when he first entered this dungeon, the feeling of being completely unable to move and being firmly controlled by someone.

The black-haired young man put his hand weakly on the girl's shoulder, and the girl hugged her husband on the wheelchair with such satisfaction.

The flaxen-haired girl hummed a weird song, pushed him, and slowly walked towards Jiang Yilin's original room.

"Anyway...you should go back to bed early, sir."

The little orange lamp stayed in place quietly, and as the girl's footsteps sounded slowly, the faint light became farther and farther away from them.

Darkness filled Jiang Yilin's eyes.

"Swish--"

"Swish--"

It seemed that there was some dark shadow following them.

"Swish--"

"Swish--"

Jiang Yilin turned his neck, looked back, and found that it seemed to be the sound made when the hem of the girl's skirt rubbed against each other.

"Swish--"

The voice still hasn't stopped.

After arriving in the room, Vera bent down again, gently picked up the young man, and put him on the bed.

After the petite and lovely girl flattened the corner of the quilt slightly, the smile on the corner of her mouth was as sweet as before.

"Good night, sir."

"Even if you can't sleep in the future, you must lie on the bed obediently, otherwise, there will be danger."

Her tone was as soft as a lover's exhortation. After she finished speaking, she turned her head and left the room.

Jiang Yilin's gaze paused.

He finally found out... what was different about that girl after she walked through the corridor.

——That voice, not the skirt hem.

Her ponytail, which was originally tied high on the left side, turned to the right side strangely.

It's like a sudden change of head.