Delicate beauty gets entangled by paranoia

Song Yanchen's heart trembled when he heard the all-too-familiar voice.

The next second, the man chuckled, pulled his waist, straightened him, pressed him against the door, and stared condescendingly at his pale and sickly face.

Song Yanchen couldn't see the figure of the other party, and put his hands on the door, showing a bit of helplessness and restraint, and the fear in his heart was infinitely magnified bit by bit.

yes.....

it's the ghost...

he is back!!!

The man kissed the corner of the boy's mouth, his voice was calm, but with an inexplicable paranoia, and a faint smile in his tone, "Next time, don't open the door like this again..."

Hearing the chilling voice beside his ear, Song Yanchen's blood was sinking all over his body, his body was as stiff as a piece of iron, and he dared not move.

"...Otherwise I'll be jealous..." As he said that, the man's tone suddenly sank.

Song Yanchen's body also trembled, he couldn't feel the slightest lingering and love in the man's tone, all he felt was the naked threat and endless fear.

Seeing the boy's expression full of fear, the man's fingers silently brushed against the corners of his eyes, his movements were not gentle, even rude.

Just like a swan whose neck is being slaughtered, passers-by can't wait to snap it off, constantly challenging each other's desires, making people unable to control their own evil.

I really don't have the slightest sense of being a source of fatal temptation... Dress like this and go out to meet people...

I really want to kill...hehe...

At this very moment, the man's gaze moved slowly and landed on the overturned food.

His eyes sank slightly, and the look he looked at Song Yanchen suddenly became severe, and even his tone became very cold.

"You haven't eaten yet?"

Song Yanchen closed his mouth tightly, his bloodless lips were still trembling faintly, his whole body was like a turtle retracting itself into its shell, refusing to speak or communicate.

The paranoia and madness in the man's eyes were even worse. He clamped Song Yanchen's jaw and forced him to look at him. Seeing Song Yanchen's paler face, even his eyes were covered with water. The man's heart It hurt like being pricked by a needle.

"Is that why you hate me so much?"

Song Yanchen was still silent, he couldn't see the man's body, he couldn't see the man's uncomfortable expression, the only thing he could feel now was the constant force of the other's palm, and the icy cold touch against him silently .

"......" The man looked at his recalcitrant appearance, took a deep breath, and a nameless anger kept circling and accumulating in his heart.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, and he slammed his fist against the wall.

Song Yanchen trembled with fright when he heard the loud noise passing by his ears, and his face became even paler.

The man didn't care whether Song Yanchen wanted it or not, he hugged him horizontally.

The sudden sense of suspension frightened Song Yanchen enough, his hands and feet also struggled frantically, and almost touched the wound behind him again.

The man tried his best to control the strength in his hand, and slowly put the person on the sofa, and because he was worried that he would touch the other person's wound, he thoughtfully put a pillow under the other person's body.

The man didn't say a word the whole time, with a straight face, Song Yanchen could vaguely feel the chill surrounding him, and shrank back in fear.

"eat!"

Looking at the food handed to him, Song Yanchen resisted almost subconsciously.

The man took another deep breath, suppressed his temper, and said through gritted teeth, "Are you trying to starve yourself to death?"

Song Yanchen had a sour nose and dared not speak.

God knows how uncomfortable his stomach is at this time, but how dare he eat the food prepared by the ghost?

Perhaps seeing through Song Yanchen's expression, the man handed the steaming porridge to the other party, and his tone softened, almost hoarse in a pleading tone, "Stop torturing yourself, okay?"

"Your body is not good..."

I don't know which sentence touched Song Yanchen's heartstrings, but he silently took the porridge from the other party and buried himself in eating it.

Just as the man breathed a sigh of relief, he lowered his head and saw the tearful little face of the other party.

Salty tears ran down Song Yanchen's face and poured into the bowl, and he was like a ruthless eating machine, eating spoonful after spoonful without even swallowing a few mouthfuls.

The man is completely insane.

He looked at Song Yanchen's silent protest with red eyes, showing a painful and twisted expression, he stood up and let go of Fang Qi's restraint.

".....you win."

After finishing speaking, the man disappeared into the house again without saying a word.

Tuliu Song Yanchen held his face in his hands, crying bitterly in fear.

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The fluorescence of the computer was reflected on the man's face, and he stared at the words on the computer intoxicated, as if he was immersed in his own world, showing excitement.

This modus operandi is so perfect....

There was a deformed sickness in the man's eyes, and a deformed smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

hiss-----

Simply a genius.

At this moment, the man seemed to have been tapped on the excitement point, trembling uncontrollably.

After reading the latest update, the man could no longer restrain his feelings for the author of the book, and began to operate on the keyboard with his ten fingers.

who is it.........

Who actually wrote it........

Soon, a bunch of green garbled numbers flashed on the man's computer. He stared at the data above ten lines at a time, talking plausibly, and his expression became more and more excited.

Suddenly, the man's eyes lit up instantly, like a sudden eruption of magma, carrying the heat of destroying everything.

found it.....

Gee.

found it....

So you are here...

so close to me...

The man could no longer restrain his own excitement. Starting from his shoulders, he trembled uncontrollably, and a layer of goose bumps quickly rose behind his ears.

wait for me...

I will come to you soon.

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Song Yanchen opened his eyes with a splitting headache, looked around, his throat was still dry and stinging.

For several days in a row, that horrible pervert never appeared to harass him again, and it seemed that he really let him go......

But these few days, Song Yanchen is like a walking corpse, his mental state is very poor, his work and rest are upside down, his eating is irregular...

Song Yanchen touched his hot forehead, lay down on his bed, and took a hard look at his phone.

【01:24】

He subconsciously entered the background page of the novel and glanced at the latest comments.

A special comment was placed at the top, and many layers of follow-up comments were built behind it, which was particularly eye-catching.

【You are simply my emotional muse, looking forward to our meeting. 】

Song Yanchen was taken aback.

And the follow-up comments after this comment are also very dazzling.

[Fuck, here is an author's illegitimate fan. 】

[? ? ? ? ?What kind of idiot speech is this? ? ? 】

【elder brother?Did you comment on the wrong person? ? ? ?You are a man, right? ?How do I remember that the author of this book is also a man? ? 】

[After reading horror suspense murder novels, commenting on such a sentence to the author, I shudder inexplicably. 】

[The author runs, there is a pervert here!!! 】

【……】

Song Yanchen just took it as a silly joke for everyone, didn't take it too seriously, and silently locked the screen.

He seems to have a fever...

Song Yanchen's breathing was difficult, and he was very dizzy.

Thinking of this, Song Yanchen stood up with difficulty, and got up from the bed. As soon as he stood upright, he fell to his knees again because of a burst of dizziness.

But he didn't give up.

Song Yanchen grabbed the clothes on the side and covered himself casually, leaning on the wall with difficulty, and stood up.

He's going out to buy some medicine......

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Song Yanchen bowed his head the whole time, and walked forward in a dull manner. As soon as he reached the gate, a beam of light hit him directly, and a male voice with some scrutiny sounded from behind him.

"Beauty, are you alone tonight?"

Song Yanchen frowned, his head was still dizzy, and he glanced behind him uncertainly.

call him?

To be honest, I don't blame Song Yanchen for being so self-conscious, because he has been treated as a girl several times. Although he is not short, he is 1.7 meters six, but Song Yanchen is too thin, with a small frame, and looks white, while his The facial features are very delicate, and the Adam's apple is not prominent.

What's more, it's still night, so it's easier to misread, and besides him, there is no one else here, so it's hard for Song Yanchen to think that the other party is talking about himself.

As Song Yanchen thought about it, the man took a long-range flashlight and took pictures of him back and forth. He clicked his tongue and said with a wretched expression, "Beauty, where are you going?"

"It's not safe to be alone at night, do you want me to accompany you?" As he said that, the security guard grinned, revealing his extremely yellow teeth, and he could vaguely see the vegetable leaves stuck between his teeth.

With just one glance, Song Yanchen immediately recognized the other party.

------The security guard of this building, but several female tenants have reported him for sexual harassment.

Song Yanchen's heart tightened, he immediately lowered the brim of his hat, took a step back, and said with force, "You're wrong, I'm a man."

"Male?" The security guard picked his teeth with his little finger, his eyes were flirtatious and bare. Not only did he not get dismissed because of this sentence, what's more, he had some uncontrollable expectations.

The security guard's flashlight shone on Song Yanchen's waist. He first took a breath, and then laughed, "Then your ass is a little sticky."

Song Yanchen's buttocks are really upturned, bouncing up and down when he walks, smooth like beads, especially when he is still wearing jeans, the buttocks are well wrapped, and it has an absurd beauty that is incompatible with his slender figure.

Song Yanchen was obviously stunned.

This is not sexual. What is harassment?This security guard doesn't even let men go?

He swallowed, took two steps back helplessly, and almost without any hesitation, he turned around abruptly and ran away.

Abnormal!

The security guard spit out the rotten vegetable leaves stuck between his teeth, stood there and laughed twice, and then chased after him with a flashlight, with a strange smile from time to time, "Hey, don't run, Hello!"

Song Yanchen gasped, and ran faster, his eyes were bewildered, and his breathing became short of breath. Because of the exercise, a drunken blush rose on his fair face, which made him look even more adorable and more lovable. It makes people want to bully him.

Like a little white rabbit waiting to be slaughtered.

And the weird laughter from the security guard behind him also became louder and louder.

Help!

"hiss----"

Looking forward and backward, Song Yanchen looked very at a loss, and because he didn't look at the road, he slammed into the arms of the man in front of him.

Song Yanchen was unprepared, he was startled, and he was knocked back. Fortunately, the man grabbed his waist and pulled him into his arms with quick hands and quick eyesight.

The man was a head taller than him, and he was also wearing a hat. The shadow of the brim of the hat hit his face, making it difficult to see the outline of his facial features. His figure was also very tall and strong, and his arms were tense. Powerful, like a lion.

Song Yanchen was overjoyed.

saved!

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The author has something to say:

A certain ghost: Let go of my wife! ?

感谢在2022-03-0212:49:18~2022-03-0312:04:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: □□1 Shengfeng;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 54 bottles of Li Fan; 1 bottle of author Kengwen, Cangshan, and Lailai;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!