Scanning the luxurious villa, Feng Hao couldn't hide his excitement. With no one around and perfect privacy, Qu Jiaojiao daring to lead him here made her intentions crystal clear...
Thinking this way, Feng Hao's boldness grew. He pretended to look around while moving his steps with ill intent, his lecherous gaze sweeping over Qu Jiaojiao's swan-like, snow-white neck.
Just as his mind wandered, she suddenly turned around with a crisp laugh: "Brother Hao, why are you following me?"
"N-nothing... Just looking around, that's all."
No sooner had he said this than Feng Hao regretted it. Clearly, she was the one seducing him, so why did he feel guilty like a thief?
Qu Jiaojiao seemed not to notice anything, her enchanting smile utterly charming: "Manager Feng, why don't you have a seat first? Let me go take a shower..."
A shower?
Holy crap!
In an instant, Feng Hao felt a surge of wicked heat rush through his body. It took great effort to suppress it as he nodded awkwardly.
Qu Jiaojiao's beautiful big eyes blinked, her expression half-smiling: "Oh, right, Brother Hao, I'm afraid of the dark. Don't turn off the lights, okay?"
"Don't turn off the lights? Ah, sure, sure..."
Her stunningly beautiful figure disappeared before the bathroom door, and soon the sound of rushing water came from behind it. Listening to this, Feng Hao still felt tonight's encounter was like a dream—could Qu Jiaojiao really have taken a liking to him?
What he didn't know was that after closing the bathroom door, the gorgeous woman didn't actually step into the shower. Instead, she casually turned on the faucet, and her smile vanished instantly. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she then opened her handbag.
Her fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, deftly rummaged through a pile of cosmetics, picking one out and gripping it tightly in her palm.
This wasn't an ordinary item—it was a reward Qu Jiaojiao had obtained from her last triggered mission!
Many items from these horror stories looked ordinary at first glance, but in truth, they only revealed their true power when touched by supernatural forces!
Clutching the item tightly in her hand, Qu Jiaojiao thought for a moment, then wet her hair with the showerhead, grabbed a random towel, and wrapped herself in it as she walked out of the bathroom.
The moment he saw this sight, Feng Hao felt like he was about to explode, unable to hold back another second. Just as he impatiently lunged forward like a hungry tiger, Qu Jiaojiao stopped him: "Brother Hao, let's not turn off the lights tonight..."
A flicker of doubt crossed Feng Hao's mind. He couldn't understand why this woman, who was clearly throwing herself at him, kept insisting he not turn off the lights. Heh, looks like this little vixen knew how to play.
"Fine, no lights then. Let's see how I deal with you, you little thing!" Feng Hao's boldness grew fully as he grinned lecherously and strode toward her. Qu Jiaojiao, unruffled, stepped back two paces, her peripheral vision catching sight of the spacious bedroom with its floor-to-ceiling glass window.
Her smile grew even more enchanting, yet she carefully observed the subtle changes around her.
It should be about time.
Finally, on the glass window where the curtains weren't fully drawn, Qu Jiaojiao spotted a small shadow, huddled in the glass's reflection...
The figure was tiny, as if afraid of something, shrinking back bit by bit, seemingly not wanting to be noticed.
Seeing this small shadow, Qu Jiaojiao's expression shifted almost imperceptibly, showing both wariness and tension. She tightened her grip on the small bottle in her palm.
The indoor lights were glaringly bright, and the shadow remained curled in the glass reflection, never emerging. Meanwhile, Feng Hao's face, which she found repulsive, drew closer and closer.
A chill crept into her heart, but Qu Jiaojiao's smile grew even more captivating as she deliberately retreated further: "Brother Hao, don't rush, don't rush. It's still early."
Early? I've been waiting a whole damn year, how could I not be impatient? Feng Hao cursed inwardly. After all this, she's still playing hard to get!
But out loud, he said: "Jiaojiao, my darling, stop teasing me..."
Just a little more, and he'd pounce on her. But then—snap—the lights went out, plunging everything into darkness.
The surroundings fell into a deathly silence.
"Brother Hao, come catch me. If you do, Jiaojiao will be yours."
A seductive voice echoed through the dim living room. Feng Hao swallowed his saliva, reaching out reluctantly, but grasping nothing.
Suddenly, another coquettish laugh sounded nearby, like a demon's temptation.
Following the sound, Feng Hao took a few more steps. Snap, snap, snap—three soft clicks, and the hallway lights went out one by one.
"Jiaojiao, what are you doing? Keep joking, and Brother Hao will get angry."
After several futile lunges without even touching her clothes, even Feng Hao, blinded by lust, began to lose patience, feeling a growing irritation at being toyed with.
What did Qu Jiaojiao really want?
"Hehehe, Brother Hao, come on. Jiaojiao isn't joking."
Her sweet, alluring voice again sent a thrill through Feng Hao, and he couldn't help but move forward. Most of the villa's lights were out now, and unfamiliar with the layout, he could only fumble through the darkness with his slightly overweight frame.
Tripping over something in the dark due to his unfamiliarity with the villa.
"Damn, what's that..." He reached out but felt nothing.
Forget it. Once I catch that vixen, I'll have her for three days and nights straight. Feng Hao schemed inwardly as he slowed his movements.
For some reason... in the darkness, he suddenly recalled something Qu Jiaojiao had mentioned seemingly offhand.
Ever since Mayor Wang's family incident, this neighborhood had rumors of something sinister...
"Brother Hao, you're really no good. Can't even catch Jiaojiao."
Right, don't be scared. Keep coming to catch me.
Besides Feng Hao's heavy breathing, Jiaojiao heard another faint, indistinct sound.
Like a fish being lifted alive onto the floor, flopping. Thump, thump...
The sound was so soft that Feng Hao, that idiot thinking with his lower half, probably wouldn't notice.
Another snap, and the last bedroom light went out, turned off by Jiaojiao.
As the light went out, Jiaojiao suddenly felt a chill behind her.
It was really cold.
--- PS, soaked by the rain like a fool, still writing in the hotel today. Got a bit of a cold, update's a little late. Sorry, and please support~