"Of course, horror stories are things that humans fear yet can't resist. Want me to tell you one?" Lu Jingzhi murmured. "I'll tell you a short one since we're almost home."
So, she picked a short one and started telling it.
But she didn't finish it.
Seeing Xu Shulou acting all restless, as if he couldn't wait to turn around and rush into the house to his bed, Lu Jingzhi agreed. "Bye-bye, I'll tell you the rest tomorrow. I know you're sleepy, I won't disturb your sleep any longer."
Xu Shulou had insomnia.
He didn't know the ending.
So he kept thinking about it.
Thinking and being afraid.
But his mind was very active.
He was so tired.
He couldn't keep his eyes open.
But he had to keep them open.
Because when they were closed, he was frightened.
Xu Shulou hated his talkative self.
And he hated Lu Jingzhi too.
Why bring up horror stories in the middle of the night?
