After being tricked into a horror game, I fell in love

Crescent moon.

The contact name on the phone is Crescent Moon!!!

At this moment, Shen An really felt that Luo Hong was crazy!

Just as she was still standing there blankly, her mind was confused and she had no idea what to do next, she heard a slight "creak" sound, and the tightly closed door was slowly pushed open, and a young man in pink clothes walked in.

I saw that he was holding a bowl of steaming, fragrant sweet porridge steadily in his hand, and a smile as bright and sweet as a spring flower bloomed on his fair and handsome face.

"Sister? You finally woke up, come and taste the sweet porridge I made for you!" The boy's voice was clear and melodious, like a yellow oriole singing out of a valley. As he spoke, his two cute little canine teeth playfully appeared from the corners of his mouth, making him look even more innocent and lovable.

However, in stark contrast to the boy's enthusiasm, Shen An still had a cold face, staring at the person in front of him like a cold star, and asked coldly: "Luohong, where is this place?"

Facing Shen An's cold attitude, Luo Hong's smile did not diminish at all. His clear eyes were shining with sincerity and joy. He replied softly, "Of course this is our common home. It is not only your home, but also my home."

After that, he took a step forward gently and carefully handed the bowl of sweet porridge in his hand, which was still warm, to Shen An. His face was full of anticipation, like a child waiting for praise from his teacher. He said eagerly, "Sister, please try it quickly to see if it tastes good. This is my first time cooking this, so my skills may not be very good yet."

Unexpectedly, Shen An didn't even look at the bowl of porridge that he held in both hands and handed over. He swung his arm violently and knocked it to the ground. With a crisp "crash", the exquisite porcelain bowl was instantly smashed to pieces, and the sweet porridge inside splashed everywhere.

"I don't want to drink!" Shen An shouted with his eyes wide open.

The young man named Luo Hong lowered his head silently, staring blankly at the mess of broken porcelain pieces and the porridge water on the ground, and was a little overwhelmed for a moment. However, this absence of consciousness only lasted for a short moment. Soon, he raised his head again, with that kind of heartwarming smile on his face again, and said softly to Shen An: "If sister doesn't like to drink it, it's fine. You must not move around, be careful not to step on those sharp porcelain pieces and hurt your feet. As for the mess on the ground, leave it to me to clean up."

After saying that, he squatted down and began to carefully pick up the broken porcelain pieces scattered everywhere.

Shen An looked at his small figure squatting on the ground, and the image of Yueya covered in blood kept flashing through his mind.

"Hi~"

The boy's fingertips were cut by the porcelain pieces, and he felt a pain, and bright red blood dripped onto the ground.

Shen An's heart suddenly trembled, and he subconsciously grabbed his hand and nervously wrapped his bleeding fingertips with the tissue in his pocket.

Luohong couldn't help but smile when she saw Shen An was so worried about him.

After Shen An realized what she had done, she let go of her hand and stood up, looking unnatural and saying, "You deserve it."

Luo Hong looked at her wrapped hands, her heart warmed. She automatically ignored Shen An's cold words, raised her head, squinted and smiled at her: "Thank you, sister, I don't feel any pain anymore."