Quick Wear: Men who steal the heroine will become addicted

[I like the little wolfdog to be a little naughty, and bring the sweet and soft Qiao Qiao home]

[Although, Huo Xun, you're a love-brained person. Is there any difference between the back seat of a motorcycle and the passenger seat of a sports car?]

Don't let Huo Xun fool you! I'm his teammate, and I just bought a sports car. A motorcycle isn't meant for two people, and the back seat is terrible!

[What the hell? Should I believe the above or Qin Shi Huang?]

Huo Xun had suffered from being stubborn before, so when he saw Qiao Chu pursed her lips and said nothing, he quickly found a way out and rolled down.

"Just kidding. It's fine if you want to ride that car, but you have to hold on tight for a while. My car is very fast."

He took out a pink helmet and put it on Qiao Chu's head, then pulled down the mask neatly and adjusted the position and length of the buckle with his slender knuckles.

Huo Xun took a long step forward and stepped forward first, turning his head to look at her, "Come up."

Qiao Chu maintained the image of a reserved school beauty, climbed onto the back seat gracefully, and loosely wrapped her arms around the boy's narrow waist.

She really wanted to touch it with her claws, or even lift up his clothes and get in to knead his well-defined abdominal muscles.

But damn, there was a camera, a drone following us all the way.

Huo Xun frowned, and when he looked down, he saw two small hands placed on the waist, with the fingertips only grasping the edge of the clothes.

The next second, he grabbed the girl's wrists and gently pulled them forward.

Qiao Chu was caught off guard and slid forward, pressing tightly against Huo Xun's broad back.

There was a refreshing fragrance in the nostrils, a mixture of shower gel and laundry detergent, as well as the intoxicating hormones unique to teenagers.

"Hold on tight, let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the humming sound of the engine was heard, and the streamlined pure black motorcycle rushed out of the underground garage, leaving a cloud of dust in the distance.

By hugging him, Qiao Chu rubbed his waist with satisfaction.

Huo Xun has a really good figure. He leans forward and exerts a little force, which makes his abdominal muscles tense and his concave and convex contours are particularly obvious.

[Oh my god, it's Fast and Furious, so cool, I really want to have a motorcycle boyfriend]

[The moment he hugged him just now, I can guarantee that Man 4 was very happy, even though his helmet obscured the corners of his mouth that were flying up into the air.]

[I can’t stand it, it’s so sensual and sweet, this is the kind of romance show that adults should watch]

Huo Xun is so skilled, it seems like he often puts helmets on people.

[Wait, I'm curious, why does he have a pink helmet?!]

Perhaps because the production crew had given advance notice, there weren't many visitors to the haunted house at this time of day.

Qiao Chu, Huo Xun and the photographer went straight in through the entrance after checking their tickets.

This is a Chinese horror-style haunted house with weeping red candles and a gloomy atmosphere. Ghosts with long hair and white clothes and brides in wedding dresses appear from time to time.

Huo Xun walked in front with his tall and straight figure, leading the way.

"If you're scared, hold my hand."

Then a large cold hand reached out and without saying anything inserted itself between Qiao Chu's fingers, interlocking their fingers tightly.

Qiao Chu was speechless: "...I'm not afraid."

Huo Xun acted as if he didn't hear anything and walked ahead by himself, blocking the paper figures, red lanterns and even prop skeletons thrown by the NPCs.

The two were as steady as old dogs, looking for clues to pass the level as they walked.

The photographer was quite frightened by the bloody bride, and his camera was shaking and swaying from side to side.

“Whoosh—

A female ghost with a long tongue flew past Huo Xun.

The man paused and tightened his grip on Qiao Chu.

"Why are you squeezing so hard? My hand is hurting."

Both of their palms were sweaty and sticky. Thinking of a certain possibility, Qiao Chu couldn't help but have a teasing thought.

Huo Xun released the softness in his palm and wiped her sweat on his clothes. He said calmly, "I'm sorry, I thought you were scared."

[I'm so amused! Qiao Qiao's wife doesn't seem scared at all. She even said hello to the NPC just now.]

[It's Huo Xun who's obviously afraid, even his voice is trembling.]

[Hahaha, which warrior said he would take us Qiao Qiao to catch ghosts yesterday?]

[A scheming man who will do anything to hold hands]

[I'm so anxious! Huo Xun, please turn back! Hurry up and turn back! There's a big surprise!]

After walking for a while in the corridor filled with gloomy winds, a bloody and hideous human head suddenly fell from the ceiling, swinging back and forth in the air, blocking the way ahead.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Huo Xun subconsciously reached out to hold Qiao Chu's hand, but felt something cold and slippery. Looking at it in the candlelight, he saw that his hand was covered with bloody flocs.

He twisted his neck stiffly and saw a ghost face with blood coming out of all seven orifices and eyes rolled back. Blood plasma was dripping down the ghost hand.

Huo Xun's mind was blank, the only thing that was clear was the two words "Qiao Chu".

"Qiao Chu? Qiao Chu! Where are you?!"

Some haunted house NPCs will capture players and lock them up in a secret room.

Huo Xun couldn't help but feel annoyed. He shouldn't have let go just now. He didn't even notice that Qiao Chu was gone.

He suppressed his fear, pushed away the female ghost who was blocking his way, and turned back to look for people. His reckless appearance scared the NPCs in the haunted house.

Because the noise was so loud, more and more ghosts gathered towards Huo Xun, surrounding him in a dense crowd and trapping him in a room where a coffin was placed.

Huo Xun's face was pale and covered in cold sweat. His tight lips and clenched fists revealed his uneasiness.

At this time, a female ghost in red spoke softly.

"Don't look for her anymore. I took her away."

"I, the heartless ghost, hate ungrateful and unkind men the most. I was determined to kill you today, but for the sake of that girl, I will spare your life."

"As long as you choose her on confession night as promised, and stay with her forever, faithful to her, I will let you two go."

[Pfft, even ghosts read the heart-warming letter? Is this a put-up arranged by the production team?]

[Speaking of which, when did Qiao Qiao's wife disappear? I didn't notice at all.]

[I watched the replay ten times and found a surprise, but I don’t want to tell you]

[Wow, Xunxun is so pitiful. I feel like he’s about to cry out of fear, but he’s just trying hard to hold on and look for his wife.]

Huo Xun said without hesitation: "I swear, I will choose Qiao Chu when I confess my love to you."

"Not poisonous enough."

The female ghost in red took a few steps closer, hooking a piece of red silk with her sharp nails, as if she was going to strangle Huo Xun.

Huo Xun raised four fingers and said, "I swear, I will choose Qiao Chu on confession night, otherwise I will be killed in a car accident, choked to death while drinking porridge, or suffocated to death by the quilt when sleeping."

He thought the female ghost would be satisfied, but he didn't expect that the next second, the female ghost would fly towards him and hook her arms covered with fake blood around the back of his neck.

The mask slipped off, revealing a soft and delicate face. The fox eyes were filled with spring love and endless charm.

[After being single for a long time, even female ghosts look pretty]

[The people above are stunned, what female ghost? It’s clearly my wife Qiao Qiao]

[Oh my, this young couple really knows how to have fun. They've already made an appointment to confess their love and choose each other.]

Huo Xun was completely controlled by his wife. Didn't you see the disgusting expression on his face when he touched the female ghost? When Qiao Qiao hugged him, he instantly felt like spring blossomed.

Huo Xun breathed a sigh of relief, not caring about the ghost wedding dress and blood plasma on the girl. He used his strong arms to support her and lifted her up.

"Qiao Chu, it's fun to tease me, isn't it?"

Qiao Chu nodded, "Interesting, you're much more interesting than those scary NPCs."

In the dim light, you can vaguely see that his deep eyes are slightly red and seem a little moist.

"Are you... scared to tears? Hahahahahahahahaha..."

Qiao Chu really couldn't help but laugh loudly in front of Huo Xun.

Unexpectedly, the man just stared at her quietly for a long time, with a hint of ferocity in his eyes. He lowered his head, and under the cover of darkness—

He bit her earlobe.

"Qiao Chu, don't joke about this kind of thing. There really are ghosts in this world."

A ghost that will take you away from me.