The bathroom floor was damp and cold, and the chill ran up from the bricks to his limbs, freezing Xiao Ming's fingers slightly blue. His pale fingers were tightly pinched together, leaving a bright red mark.
He bent his wrists over his knees and hugged his legs tightly, as if this would help him control his trembling body.
The back, the neck... these places were more vulnerable than the other, and Xiao Ming couldn't help but wonder where the ghost would attack next
Will he really be able to survive next time
There were footsteps behind me.
Yuan Yuxue's steps were very light when she walked, and actually there was no sound at all. The sound of her footsteps at this time was just to deliberately remind the people in front of her.
Xiao Ming, who was still sitting on the ground, reacted and felt quite embarrassed as he didn't want anyone to see him in such a decadent state.
He wanted to stand up from the ground, but his legs were weak from the shock, and he had been sitting on the ground for a long time, so his feet were numb from being pressed. After forcibly exerting force, he not only failed to stand up immediately, but staggered slightly and almost fell forward, unable to keep his pace steady.
At this moment, a hand stretched out in front of him... It was a pale and beautiful hand, with slender joints and nails as translucent as jade.
That came from Yuan Yuxue's hand.
Yuan Yuxue lowered her eyes and looked at him, her gaze was calm, without any mockery in her eyes.
So Xiao Ming, who was very nervous just now, managed to calm down. He was slightly distracted and subconsciously placed his hand on the slender fingers in front of him, and stood up with the help of this force.
The cool touch spread from his fingertips all the way to his heart. Different from the cold and damp air he had felt before, this coolness made his anxious heart seem to be covered by a layer of icy frost and snow, and he calmed down inexplicably.
"Thank you."
Xiao Ming said to the person in front of him, but his eyes were drooping uncomfortably, and he was a little afraid to look at Yuan Yuxue.
Fortunately, Yuan Yuxue didn't mind the other person not looking at her when talking.
They met at the bathroom door, which might be a bit awkward. But compared to facing other people's gazes outside, this narrow corner made Xiao Ming feel inexplicably safe and relaxed.
Xiao Ming was silent, and he didn't know how to explain his actions and his broken heart. He felt that it would be embarrassing to speak it out. Then he heard Yuan Yuxue ask him in a low voice, with a cold tone: "How is your doll sewing going?"
Xiao Ming was slightly shocked, and replied with trembling lips: "… It's almost sewn."
Yesterday he was filled with fear and did not dare to neglect the task assigned by the landlord.
Although he didn't dare to face the strange doll at night, he started sewing as soon as the sky got light today. He also deliberately sped up the pace and now he has repaired all the obvious damaged parts.
Although the landlord gave him a three-day deadline, based on Xiao Ming's current speed, he can complete the task in about two days.
Yuan Yuxue said "hmm" and asked him, "Can I take a look?"
Xiao Ming looked up at Yuan Yuxue without much hesitation.
His eyes slightly collided with Yuan Yuxue's, as if he had fallen into a calm stain of ink. This feeling inexplicably frightened him, so he looked away again.
“…Okay.” Xiao Ming’s voice was a little tense.