Be a Heartthrob in the World of Horror

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The light here was very dim, and Shi Zishu couldn't see Feng Yan's expression, but could only hear his reply after a moment of pause. Feng Yan did not let go of his shoulder. On the contrary, he tightened his grip and pulled him closer to him, letting Shi Zishu lie on him again. "You continue."

"Okay."

Shi Zishu, after taking a short rest, he explored the surrounding furnace walls again. His fingers carefully touched every groove of the metal, but he could not find the place where the two metal plates were welded together.

"I didn't find the door." Shi Zishu frowned slightly and said, "I'm sure I didn't miss the place I looked for, but my hand can't reach behind, and I'm not sure if it's behind me."

"I'm looking for it."

Feng Yan said, stretching out his arms to hold Shi Zishu tightly in his arms, with his palms against the furnace wall, even more intimate than before.

Shi Zishu could not help but stiffen due to instinct. Ever since he entered horror reincarnation, he had rarely been in such close contact with others.

The temperature in the small space gradually increased. Feng Yan's arms hugging him were very strong. The high body temperature seemed to be transmitted to Shi Zishu's body through his clothes, making him a little hot.

He didn’t expect that the little boy he saw two years ago has grown so big.

For a moment, Shi Zishu shook his head. He has a pretty good memory and can still remember the only time he met Feng Yan two years ago. At that time, Feng Yan seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. His eyebrows were more delicate and soft, his eyelashes were lowered, and he stood behind his mother with an indifferent expression.

At that time, he was not very tall, but in the blink of an eye, he has grown much taller. His body shape and appearance are between those of a boy and a young man. He looks more mature, has a fierce style, and has a colder temperament.

He don't know if Feng Yan still has an impression of him at that time, but neither he nor Feng Yan would have thought that two years later, he would appear in front of Feng Yan as another person.

"Ugh."

Suddenly Feng Yan's hand touched the wound on his back. Shi Zishu was caught off guard and groaned softly, waking up from his memories.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Yan asked, moving his hand away, and found that the fabric he touched was wet, so he took his hand back, and through some light, he found dark traces on his fingertips. It's blood.

"You're injured."

"It's okay, it's not a serious injury." Shi Zishu said, "It's important to get out." He glanced at the time. They had been in the crematorium for more than ten minutes. The oxygen was getting thinner, and he felt he was gradually out of breath.

"Sorry." Feng Yan paused for a moment, then moved a little softer when looking for the furnace door, trying to avoid touching the injury on Shi Zishu's back.

"Found it." Feng Yan put his hand on it and tried to push it. When it didn't open, he said, "But it's locked from the outside."

"There are no tools that can be used." Shi Zishu thought for a while and asked, "Captain, can you kick it away with your feet?"

"There seems to be no one outside, but the sound may attract something." Feng Yan pondered for a moment. , "But there is no other way. Be careful."

As he said that, he held Shi Zishu in his arms, stretched out one leg from Shi Zishu's side, curled up to gain strength, and then kicked the furnace door hard.