My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 845 - 783: Sinful Acts
When Wen Qiao first saw the horror movie playing on the TV, she had a vague feeling that something was off. It wasn’t until half an hour later, when Qi Ming’s intermittent screams echoed in the room, that she suddenly realized what was wrong—
Qi Ming was timid, afraid of the dark and ghosts, yet he was still watching a horror film.
The first episode of "Unexpected," with its escape room scenario, flashed back in her mind. Months later, Wen Qiao once again experienced the overwhelming impact of Qi Ming’s shrill voice.
With her arms crossed, she watched expressionlessly at the screen where a female student, possessed by a ghost, with disheveled hair, was eating glass in the elevator, her chin was a bloody mess. All the while, the high-pitched screams next to her ear continued unabated, and she sighed helplessly for the thirty-eighth time.
She truly could not understand why those who were clearly afraid of ghosts and spirits would insist on challenging themselves by watching horror films.
Nor could she understand why, in a time of rapid technological advancement and progress, the female ghost’s appearance in horror films remained eternally with disheveled hair and a flowing white dress.
She also couldn’t grasp how watching horror films to enhance emotions and intimacy wasn’t a thing meant for couples or people in ambiguous relationships?
Why, at this very moment, in this very scene, is her man being hugged tightly by another man who refuses to let go?
"Ahhhhh! Little uncle!" Qi Ming’s screams sounded again, "She’s coming towards us! She’s walking over here! Ahhhhh!"
Wen Qiao rolled her eyes dramatically, "Do you think the hotel’s TV is some sort of communication tool to the spirit world? Why don’t you say that this female ghost will appear at your bedside tonight to keep you company while you sleep."
"..."
Qi Ming’s body immediately stiffened, and then he held Fu Jinghen even tighter, pitifully saying, "Little uncle, why don’t you sleep with me tonight?"
Fu Jinghen didn’t say a word; he just turned his head to glance at him, his eyes conveying a clear message—you’re dreaming.
"But I’m really scared! I definitely won’t be able to sleep alone at night, I’ll have nightmares, little uncle—"
Qi Ming drawled his words while swinging Fu Jinghen back and forth.
Fu Jinghen was getting dizzy from the swaying, his voice turned cold, "Let go."
"No!"
It was rare for Qi Ming to refuse Fu Jinghen’s request so straightforwardly and firmly. He held on tightly to Fu Jinghen’s arm, hiding behind him, peeking from his shoulder with a look of wanting to watch but being too scared to do so, staring at the TV screen.
Wen Qiao pinched her brow and sighed heavily.
This is such a disaster, truly a disaster.
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An hour and a half later, the movie finally ended, and the screen was rolling the credits.
Fu Jinghen felt a sudden weight on his left shoulder, and as he turned to look, the curled eyelashes of the young girl came into view.
He raised his hand to gently touch her cheek, intending to carry her to the room to sleep. Yet, as he lifted his hand, he realized that the other arm was still being held by Qi Ming.
"..."
Qi Ming didn’t hold his liquor well. This time, under the guise of a breakup, he had opened a bottle of wine to drink with skewers. By the latter half of the movie, the alcohol hit him, and he fell asleep at some unknown point.
The force with which he hugged Fu Jinghen’s arm wasn’t as strong as when he was awake. Fu Jinghen tugged a couple of times, freed his arm, and lifted Wen Qiao from the sofa.
As soon as her head hit the pillow, Wen Qiao suddenly called out to him.
