To The Lovely You

   "Ke Jingheng..." Luo Xiaomei's nose was a little sour, her lips were open and open, she wanted to say something, but she closed her mouth because everyone was there.

   "It's just a small episode, let's go forward!" He Chaoran continued to open the way ahead, pretending to be calm and taking everyone up.

  Although he came here to help Ke Jingheng at first, but now he suddenly regrets it! Even as an atheist, in this gloomy atmosphere, he still felt fear!

   After the incident just now, everyone turned on the flashlights on their mobile phones and kept an eye on the objects under their feet.

   Sure enough, there were all kinds of creepy things such as human bones, coffins, murals, etc. along the way, and everyone unknowingly got separated in the screams.

   This is a very large villa, with rooms and corridors extending in all directions, like a maze. Not to mention at night, even after entering during the day, it is difficult to get out.

   Ke Jingheng and Luo Xiaomei walked into a medieval-style room. The most striking thing in the room was a large solid wood bed. Some of the crumbling bed curtains swayed gently in the moonlight, along with a cobweb above it.

  The table and the cabinet door were covered with thick dust. Ke Jingheng stroked lightly with his finger, and a mark appeared on the table immediately.

   "You...what are you doing?" Luo Xiaomei quickly grabbed his hand, "It's dirty, don't touch it!"

   Ke Jingheng looked at her with those deep eyes, and said in a low voice, "I suddenly want to write on this!"

   "Here... don't, don't!" Luo Xiaomei shook her head vigorously, if those ghosts were thinking about it, it would not be a good thing!

   "Littleberry, there are no ghosts in the world! The existence of this haunted house is just to satisfy everyone's desire for excitement." Ke Jingheng patted her on the back soothingly and continued to write on the table.

   "What did you write...?" Luo Xiaomei stuck her head out curiously, then glanced at the white light from her phone.

  I saw a few simple words appear on the solid wood table: StevenloveMeimei.

   Thick dust, with the movement of his writing, a cloud of dust was raised.

  Luo Xiaomei's big eyes moved, a light flashed inside, and the position of her heart trembled slightly.

   "Do you like what I wrote?" Ke Jingheng glanced sideways at her, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, "Would you like to follow along?"

   "I don't want it!" Luo Xiaomei turned her head shyly, "We are Chinese, why write in English!"

"But it's written in Chinese. I'm afraid tourists won't understand that I'm showing love to you, so I'll write it for nothing?" Ke Jingheng hugged her shoulders again, stretched out his hand and raised her chin, " Xiaomei, look at my sincerity... I cook lunch and dinner, and you have a good time... Just don't go, okay? I'll learn to cook and take care of you Get fat in vain."

   Under the moonlight, his bangs fluttered gently, his low profile face looked extra soft, and his beautiful eyes were like a wide ocean, flickering with tiny pieces of moonlight.

  Luo Xiaomei lowered her eyes, the word "ok" stuck in her throat for a few seconds and was about to say it, but there was a sound of footsteps outside the door...