Ye Tong and Wei Juan were so frightened by Yang Fan's words that they instantly screamed like cats with their tails stepped on, squeezing together before quickly darting to Yang Fan's side, their naked bodies tightly curled into his embrace.
"Fanzi, could it be, could it be that you had a nightmare?" Ye Tong's little face turned pale as she asked anxiously.
Yang Fan, on alert, surveyed every corner of the room and shook his head, "I had already woken up by then, I was almost scared to death by that ghostly thing, damn it, it was only the length of a forearm away from me, any closer and I felt like I was about to kiss it."
"Ahh ahh...."
The two women burst into cries again, as if they wished to become dumplings and stick to Yang Fan's body to death.
"Fanzi, are you really not just trying to scare us?" Ye Tong was so frightened she was almost in tears.
Yang Fan sighed helplessly, "Would I be crazy enough to scare you for no reason in the middle of the night?"
