You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

His deep laughter carried an undisguised mockery.

It lingers in the empty, eerie corridors of the haunted house.

Mixed with the eerie cries of a woman and the sound of dripping water playing on a loop from the speakers.

He seemed out of place.

Shen Wanzhou's cheeks instantly burned hot enough to fry two eggs.

A blush spread from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears.

But in this terrifying environment where you can't see your hand in front of your face, and where there are red lightning bolts and hanging ghost props everywhere...

The richest woman's pride and burdens.

It's not even as good as that amusement park ticket that fell by the door.

"I...I didn't say that..."

She buried her face tightly in Chen Yuan's neck.

He stubbornly denied the boastful words he had made five minutes earlier.

The two fair arms wrapped around each other even tighter.

Her fingernails, through the cotton T-shirt, scratched at Chen Yuan's broad back.

It felt as if if you let go, you would be dragged away by a monster lurking in the darkness.

"Close your eyes, and you won't be afraid."

This self-deceiving theory made Chen Yuan's smile deepen.

"Fine, if you don't want to admit it, then forget it."

Chen Yuan did not forcibly pull her down.

He supported the edge of her thigh with one hand.

With his other hand he supported her lower back to prevent her from losing her balance due to fright.

Long, slender legs stride forward.

He hugged this clingy, large "accessory" as if nothing had happened.

We walked steadily deeper into the haunted house.

The interior design of the haunted house is exquisite.

To create an immersive horror experience, the corridors were designed to be winding and circuitous.

The stone path underfoot was uneven.

They even deliberately laid out some soft, spongy silicone mats that felt like stepping on some kind of internal organ.

This makes even normal walking difficult.

What's more, he was carrying a living person weighing over 100 pounds.

Chen Yuan's footsteps trod on those soft, yielding traps.

The body inevitably experienced a slight bump and sway.

To prevent Shen Wanzhou from slipping.

He had to tighten the support of his arms on his thighs and waist.

Now, the distance between the two was completely compressed into a negative number.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing that light, French-style floral dress today.

Because of her cross-legged position, the hem of her skirt had long since rolled up to her upper thighs.

Chen Yuan's warm and generous palm.

Through a thin layer of underwear fabric.

It was pressed directly against her smooth, soft skin.

The bumps and jolts with every step.

A large palm will create a slight friction on the skin.

This heat is aggressive.

Following Shen Wanzhou's thigh, it went straight to the top of her head.

She trembled uncontrollably, as if she had been electrocuted.

"Chen Yuan..."

She called out softly.

Her voice was as soft as a pool of melting spring water, carrying a hint of coquettishness that she herself was unaware of.

I want to make him relax a bit.

Yet, I'm also afraid of falling into that unknown darkness.

She could only hug his neck tighter and press herself even closer to him.

Warm, rapid breathing.

It was sprayed without reservation onto Chen Yuan's neck and earlobes.

It carries her unique sweet peach scent.

It burrowed into Chen Yuan's nasal cavity.

It teased every sensory nerve of his adult manhood.

Chen Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty.

In his deep eyes, the playful smile was gradually replaced by a layer of dark flame.

The designer of this haunted house is quite knowledgeable.

In this dark, narrow environment, which is full of suspension bridge effects.

He held this soft, fragrant girl in his arms, who depended on him completely.

This was the ultimate challenge to his composure.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Yuan stopped and deliberately put on a serious expression.

His voice was already hoarse beyond recognition, yet it carried a suppressed, dark fire.

"Is it too tight?"

He didn't loosen his grip.

Instead, he took the opportunity to move the hand supporting her thigh up half an inch.

The pad of his thumb brushed against the most sensitive soft flesh on the inside of her thigh, intentionally or unintentionally.

Shen Wanzhou's mind went blank.

It felt like ten thousand butterflies were fluttering their wings inside my chest at the same time.

A tingling sensation instantly swept through my entire body.

"No...no..."

She stammered her answer, her breathing becoming erratic.

She buried her head even deeper, wishing she could melt into his chest.

There was no longer any fear of those rubber dummies that popped out from the corner.

Chen Yuan now.

They are ten thousand times more dangerous than those fake ghosts that only howl!

Chen Yuan felt the girl in his arms, her body temperature as hot as a boiled shrimp.

The corners of his mouth curved higher and higher.

He usually stayed at the manor, but was deterred by the cat's social anxiety and defensiveness.

They have always maintained restraint and proceeded step by step.

But this wave of haunted house perks.

It was definitely worth the trip.

He started walking and continued forward.

The dim red and green spotlights swirled and darted around the two of them.

Ahead lay a narrow tunnel that required bending over to pass through.

On the walls on both sides hung mannequin limbs dripping with red paint.

Chen Yuan held her and leaned down slightly.

The muscles on his back bulged under his cotton T-shirt.

Due to the bending over motion.

Shen Wanzhou's cheek brushed directly against Chen Yuan's earlobe.

The soft lips even accidentally touched that slightly rough skin.

Instantly separate.

It was like a spark that landed on a pile of dry firewood.

Chen Yuan's breathing suddenly became heavier.

He stopped in the middle of the tunnel.

His deep black eyes gleamed with a hunter's light in the darkness.

He turned his head slightly.

He leaned closer to that flushed little face buried in the crook of his neck.

Chen Yuan lowered his voice, his thin lips brushing against her earlobe as if by accident: "Hold on tight, it looks like something even more terrifying is about to jump out."