??Chapter 222: 222, Fear, Extre Terror
Chapter 222: 222, Fear, Extre Terror
Song Qinghuan’s forehead was throbbing painfully, her body was wracked with fear, but her mind remained remarkably clear, constantly struggling to move.
The whole thing was too frightening, she did not want to stay in this room for even a second longer.
But Shi Yuhuan firmly wrapped his arms around her, not letting her move an inch, before examining her injury, “Don’t move!”
Song Qinghuan’s body trembled slightly, her eyes wide with fear as she stamred, “The doll… the blood…the bathtub… It’s really scary…terrifying…”
As she spoke, her eyes reddened, tears threatening to spill in fear.
Yihan paused for a mont, instinctively turning his head to glance at the bathroom.
Seemingly understanding sothing, he promptly acted to investigate what was in the bathtub. However, Qinghuan grabbed his hand to stop him.
She shook her head at him, signaling him not to go.
Yihan patted her hand, trying to soothe her fear, and then gently removed her grip, took a step forward, and entered the bathroom.
Just as Qinghuan had described, there was a cloth doll in the bathtub—a blood-stained cloth doll. The victim of multiple gashes, sared with brilliant red blood, left in the bathtub. Its appearance was as hideous as it was horrifying.
This thing was clearly left here deliberately.
They had intended to intimidate Qinghuan, hoping that she would back down. Otherwise, she could et the sa fate as the mutilated bloody doll.
He turned around, grabbed a towel, sat down on the bed, and looked at Song Qinghuan. “Did it scare you?” he asked.
Song Qinghuan was still trembling and rigid, not daring to move. Her eyes were wide open as she looked at him, clutching the quilt tightly in her hands.
Yihan took out the moist towel from the bathroom and wiped the blood from Qinghuan’s forehead. He pursed his thin lips and said, “Does it hurt?”
Song Qinghuan shook her head, “No.”
This was obviously a strong act. How could she not be in pain after being injured?
Yihan asked again, “Any symptoms like nausea, vomiting, and ringing in the ears?”
Song Qinghuan shook her head again, “Nothing is wrong, I’m fine.”
The real problem was not the injury on her forehead, but the bloody cloth doll in the bathtub.
She had lived for over twenty years, but she was soone who couldn’t even stand the sight of a chicken being killed. Yet, she was faced with a cloth doll, resembling a living being, deliberately gory and horrific.
For her, the visual impact was too overwhelming.
Shi Yihuan took out a bottle of dicinal liquor from the bedside table and dabbed it on Song Qinghuan’s forehead wound with a cotton swab.
The gentle pressure of Shi Yihan’s hand spread the sll of the dicine throughout the room.
Unexpectedly, the pressure was a bit heavy, and Song Qinghuan winced. “I can do it myself,” she said.
Shi Yihan’s frosty eyes squinted at her.
Song Qinghuan quickly lowered her arms and said softly, “You should do it.”
“You’ve been seen before, so what’s the fuss?” he rebuked her.
Song Qinghuan looked stunned before she realized what he was referring to, her face instantly blushing.
She bit her lip and hesitated for a long while before speaking, “But that was the only ti when I was conscious.”
Shi Yuhuan looked at her blushing face, a faint sensation of drunkenness rippling through his heart.
Unknowingly, when he spoke next, his tone seed to have softened considerably. “Alright, it’s not a big deal. Be careful next ti. Let
take care of this thing. You should rest.”
Seeing Shi Yihuan about to get up, Song Qinghuan’s terrified gaze trembled as she hastily grabbed his hand, “Wait!”
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