[MTL, BL] The Days of Being Madly Pursued by the Boss of the Horror World

6.8

The ancestral hall was quiet, except for the breeze that seeped through the crack of the door, blowing the red cloth on the window lattice. The red cloth in the dead silence looks not only unhappy, but also a bit scary and weird.

Yu Jin brushed the spices at the bottom of the coffin with his fingers, tapped the bottom of the coffin, made sure there was nothing under it, stepped into the coffin, and lay down.

He struggled to close the lid of the coffin from the inside, and heard the sound of the lid closing tightly.

The spices in the coffin emit bursts of strong aroma, making people dizzy.

He closed his eyes and gradually got used to the smell lingering on the tip of his nose.

In the entire ancestral hall, only his steady breathing sounded.

When he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly felt his eyes light up, the lid of the coffin was pushed open, and then a pair of cold lips covered his lips.

With a cool tongue, he gently pried open his lips and teeth, exploring the inside of his mouth, like an elegant tour.

He opened his eyes slightly, wrapped his arms around the other's neck, and responded gently.

Ding He was half-kneeling in the coffin, his arm passed under his shoulder, and he picked him up, so that the two could bond more closely.

It was a little difficult to breathe, and the two were gasping for breath.

"Is this a Snow White drama?" Yu Jin's eyes were filled with water vapor, and the end of his eyes were a little red, and he looked at Ding He in a daze.

Ding He thought for a while, and helped him wipe the water stains from the corners of his eyes: "It should be Sleeping Beauty."

Yu Jin stretched lazily and sat up straight: "You let me fall asleep again?

" Not this time." Ding He stretched out his arms, "You can try it if it's real."

He was wearing a wedding dress similar to Yu Jin's, the same version worn by dead people.

Yu Jin was as good as he was, and reached out to unbutton his buttons. Ding He's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes became more and more fiery.

Yu Jin's figure is like a cluster of flames in his eyes. Now the flames are burning closer and closer, from his eyes to the limbs. Even if they are burned to ashes, he will not feel the burning pain. Sweet as candy.

Yu Jin's body temperature is usually higher than that of ordinary people, and this is exactly what can't be seen from his appearance. It's like a fire wrapped in ice. It's weird and extraordinarily beautiful, whether it's cold on the outside or on the inside. The scorching heat has reached its extreme due to the opposition to each other.

Yu Jin saw a red mark on his white jade-like chest, and he felt confident. He pointed his finger at the position of the red mark: "What is this?"

Ding He looked down, and his fingertips were like a drop of blood smeared on the red mark. With an itch in his heart, he grabbed his hand and said, "It's you." The

red mark was really the same color as the clothes on his body.

"This is the body prepared by the villagers."

"This is my original body, but I have always kept it in the village." Ding He put his palm on his heart, "If I pierce this place, I will die."

Yu Jin's hand shrank back, but he held it firmly: "If you want, you can do it at any time."