Gongben Naoki's eyes gazed blankly at the corpse, its flesh softened to the point of oozing pus, and then, after a while—
She stood up silently, not even bothering to clean the pus off her clothes, and shrank directly behind Beichuan Si, clinging to the corner of his clothing, her face pale with horror to the point of being unable to scream.
Beichuan Si pulled her outside expressionlessly, but the horror novelist simply cowered behind him, refusing to show her face, trembling all over even when Beichuan Si pulled her, too frightened to even lift her head.
Seeing this, Beichuan Si still took two steps forward, consciously avoiding any intimate contact with her.
After all, if something were to happen between them here, Beichuan Si felt somewhat guilty about Mirai Shinkai, who insisted on sending him greeting messages every day.
