He took a deep breath and pressed play.
The eerie music started up again, grating on his nerves. Distorted English words flashed across the screen, the letters streaked with realistic-looking scarlet bloodstains. They flickered for a long time before a character finally appeared, followed by the sound of heavy, ragged breathing.
He watched intently.
Jiangg Ning and Jiangg Yao fell silent. Of course, they weren't nearly as relaxed as they appeared. They huddled close to Chen Yuan, their fingers unconsciously digging into the fabric on his arm, leaving deep creases in the cloth.
The night was late, the house was still, and a torrential rain was pouring down.
Watching a horror movie in this environment was thrilling, to say the least. Jiangg Yao, the genius who'd come up with the idea, was starting to regret it. She burrowed deeper and deeper into Chen Yuan's arms, pulling the blanket up to cover half her face in a clear display of someone who couldn't bear to watch.
