You are my rare tenderness

Chapter 2486 Scared her to death
The room where Youyou and Fu Mingqi slept was next door to An Nuan's bedroom. An Nuan kept pressing her ears to the wall, trying to hear the conversation in the next room.

Seeing her actions, Rong Jing really couldn't laugh or cry, pulled him over and hugged her, scratched her nose and smiled: "What are you doing, how can a mother listen to her son's corner?"

An Nuan smiled, and said awkwardly: "Aren't I curious? Brother Jing, tell me, You You and Ming Qi, nothing will happen to them, right?"

Rong Jing was speechless, this person's mind was really wide open, "What do you think can happen to Youyou and Mingqi? Don't think about it, go to sleep."

But An Nuan was just curious, she couldn't sleep well even if she was asked to sleep.

After thinking for a while, she raised her head and said to An Nuan: "Brother Jing, I can't seem to fall asleep, so tell me a story, um, tell me a novel story, preferably a ghost story, how about it?"

An Nuan liked to listen to Rong Jing tell stories when she was a child, and it has been the same until now. Occasionally, when she couldn't fall asleep, she would ask him to tell a story.

Rong Jing thought for a while, then slowly started telling ghost stories with her arms around her.

"...When he saw his ex-girlfriend who had been dead for ten years suddenly appear on his bed and his wife disappeared, his eyes widened and he was so frightened that he couldn't move, his body seemed to be frozen, His whole body was extremely stiff. Suddenly, he saw his ex-girlfriend smiled at him, and her hand was still stroking his face. He really wanted to escape, but he couldn't move." Rong Jing said, While simulating stroking An Nuan's face with his hand.

Rong Jing's voice was very low when she was telling the story, and the lights in the room were dim, coupled with the atmosphere Rong Jing deliberately created, An Nuan could only feel the cold hands floating on her face, with a gloomy look It felt so frightening that she could hardly move.

"Just as he was trying his best to shout for help, suddenly, another hand stretched out from behind."

"Ah—" An Nuan screamed in fright when she felt a hand behind her, and quickly hid in Rong Jing's arms, "Brother Jing, stop talking, stop talking." She was about to die of fright up.

It is clear that this story is actually not very scary, but I don't know what's going on, so I feel suspenseful and terrifying no matter how I listen to it from Rong Jing's mouth.

"Why, are you scared?" Rong Jing looked at An Nuan who was huddled in her arms with a funny face, "How many ghost stories have you read since childhood, why are you still afraid?"

"Then I've eaten a lot of white rice since I was a child, but I still like it." An Nuan refuted Rong Jing with a strong example.

Rong Jing: ...

Well, he was speechless.

In fact, I'm not particularly afraid, I just think it's okay to act like a baby when Rong Jing is by her side.
"Brother Jing, I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep." An Nuan blinked her eyes, looking very sober, with no signs of sleepiness at all.

Rong Jing knew that An Nuan wanted him to coax her to sleep.

"How old are you, and you still like to act like a baby?" Rong Jing pinched An Nuan's nose amusedly, but still patted An Nuan's back gently with her hand to coax her to sleep.

An Nuanwo smiled contentedly in Rong Jing's arms, closed her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth slightly to fall asleep.

(End of this chapter)