100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 442 Slowly, Slowly

Qin Wan was perfectly fine when she left tonight, so how did she get involved with something unclean after she went back?

This photo was taken in front of a mirror in the bedroom.

In the background of the mirror is a carved mahogany wardrobe. Judging from its style and workmanship, it must be an antique.

Others might see this photo and marvel at Qin Wan's great physique, those sweaty little muscles, wow, so captivating! But in Jin Huan's eyes, her attention was completely drawn to the headless female ghost swinging her legs in the background.

Jin Huan doesn't like others touching her things. After breaking up, she doesn't care what the other person does, but now that they're still together, even if it's just her mother existing in spirit form, it's not allowed.

Moreover, this thing is full of malice and has an extremely strong murderous aura.

As she stared at the photograph, a chill slowly crept into her eyes.

......

Qin Wan fiddled with her phone camera.

Men in love have many little tricks up their sleeves. He used to never take photos, but now he'll secretly take some and post them on his WeChat Moments, setting them to be visible only to his friends.

I feel cold for some reason after I got home tonight.

Perhaps it was because it was early spring and still chilly, and the wind was blowing late at night.

I don't know if she saw it or not.

Never mind, I'll just take a shower and go to bed first.

Southern cities don't always have underfloor heating like those in the north; getting through winter here relies entirely on sheer willpower. Luckily, the air conditioning was always on in his room, so it wasn't too unbearable. After drying himself off, he immediately crawled into bed.

Holding the phone, fiddling with the screen.

It was almost midnight. He glanced at the time, turned off the lock screen, and stuffed his phone under his pillow.

I have a date with her tomorrow, so I can't stay up too late tonight.

Young people have plenty of energy, and people like Qin Wan don't have many worries except for experiencing the pain of love.

Her head hit the pillow, and she quickly fell asleep.

Time passed by, and between 2 and 3 a.m., the yin energy was at its heaviest.

Qin Wan subconsciously burrowed deeper into the blankets.

His hands and feet were curled up into a ball.

The curtains in the room moved automatically without any wind, and a dark shadow seemed to be cast on the front row of gauze curtains.

Qin Wan did not sleep soundly; his brows were furrowed and the muscles in his arms were taut.

Suddenly, he sat up abruptly from the couch, his face pale, gasping for breath.

He thought he had a nightmare. He couldn't remember the details of the dream, but he knew that he was sitting in a car. The scenery outside the window showed that it was a highway. The road looked very familiar, and it seemed to be the same road he had taken from Jin Huan's house tonight.

The driver was going too fast; it looked like he hit and killed someone in the dark.

After that, a headless female corpse floated behind the car, following them!

That's probably how he was startled awake...

She gripped the blanket tightly with her fingers, trying to calm herself.

Strange, why would I have such a dream?

On the way back that evening, the driver did run over something, but they both knew then that it wasn't a person, just a red dress. Qin Wan lay back down, pressing her palms heavily against her eyelids.

A sudden gust of cold wind swept through the room.

He got goosebumps and instinctively nudged the blanket with his toe.

Suddenly, his body stiffened, and a layer of cold sweat seeped out from his back!

I always have a habit of closing the windows before going to bed!

So... where did the wind come from inside the house?!