A skinny, dark hand slowly reached up from under the bed. Then, a figure climbed onto the bed and lay down beside Xiao Chen.
Completely unaware, Xiao Chen rolled over in his sleep and ended up embracing the female ghost.
The ghost soul stared intently at him, occasionally caressing his cheek and even kissing his neck. Its movements were gentle, filled with a certain inexpressible devotion.
If he hadn't installed the security camera himself, he would have assumed someone was playing an elaborate prank on him.
Remembering what Shen Zhiyao had just said about a ghost under his bed, Xiao Chen felt a chill run down his spine. Even now, he couldn't muster the courage to turn and look at the bed.
"Miss! Help me, miss! What on earth is that thing under my bed? What does she want?"
With that, Xiao Chen dropped to his knees before Shen Zhiyao with a THUD, his voice filled with terror.
