Zhang Zhaomu was caught between the two, her whole body stiff.
But the brain is incredibly active.
Who am I? Where am I?
What is the meaning of life? Is death truly the end?
Is the "me" I perceive truly my true self, and how exactly does consciousness arise?
He constantly pondered various philosophical questions, trying to suppress those involuntary, whimsical thoughts.
But it had no effect.
Beneath the fragile veneer of philosophical thinking, deeper ideas are dancing wildly in the mind.
"These two really don't treat me like a man!"
"Why are you standing so close! Chen Zhen, why are you moving around like this! Are you trying to help me cultivate? But I'm not Fahai!"
Do you even understand what it means to be young and full of vigor?
"As the saying goes, when you can't bear it anymore, you don't have to bear it any longer! I'll pretend I don't know what to do with my hands, and then I'll just put them to the side. That shouldn't seem too awkward, right?"
"Should we put it on Chen Zhen's lap or on the Little Mute's lap?"
"No way, Chen Zhen would definitely break my hand right away. The Little Mute is much easier to bully."
"That won't work either. The Little Mute is innocent but not stupid, and Chen Zhen is watching her."
"I can't think about this anymore. They treat me like a good friend, how could I have such lewd thoughts!"
"But... Xiang Qing has always thought I'm a paper tiger, which is simply too much. If I remain unmoved, wouldn't that be admitting to her?"
"Now is the perfect time to display the tiger's might!"
Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the television. Zhang Zhaomu felt Xiang Qing, who was sitting to his right, tremble. Then he felt two hands tightly grab his arms, and at the same time, a soft body pressed against him.
Zhang Zhaomu felt her mind go completely blank.
I haven't even made a move yet, and you're already attacking me?
You're amazing, Little Mute! I acknowledge you now!
Then, he suddenly felt a strong killing intent coming from him.
Chen! Zhen!
He turned his head and saw that Chen Zhenzhen at Xiang Qing's hands that were wrapped around his arm.
Then he tilted his head slightly to meet his own gaze.
His eyes were colder than those of Malevolent Ghost in a horror movie.
Then she leaned her face closer and closer.
Only when it was right next to his ear did it finally speak, its voice chilling. "So that's why you weren't scared at all; your mind wasn't on the movie after all."
"Cough..." Zhang Zhaomu said softly, "No, I was looking carefully, it's just that this part isn't scary."
"Really?" Chen Zhenzhen's lips almost touched his earlobe. "Why do I feel like your attention is entirely on the Little Mute?"
She paused, then squeezed out the words through gritted teeth. "Is it comfortable to be hugged like this by a girl?"
"This is a complex issue..." Zhang Zhaomu Chaomu changed the subject, "The so-called comfort, in fact, needs to be viewed dialectically. First, you need to understand the essence of comfort—"
"Continue." Chen Zhenzhen reached out and pinched the soft flesh around Zhang Zhaomu's waist.
"You're the one who insisted on dragging me over to sit here!" Zhang Zhaomu stopped her nonsense in time, her tone aggrieved.
Chen Zhenzhen gritted her teeth.
She's now kicking herself so much she wants to grab her past self from just a few minutes ago, stuff her into the washing machine, and see if she can shake the idiocy out of her head.
With me watching over him, Zhang Zaowan wouldn't dare to lay a hand on me, but I never expected Xiang Qing to do it!
They said Xiang Qing was so naive, there was nothing to worry about, but who knew she was this naive! Didn't her aunt tell her about the boundaries between men and women?!
Wait a minute, it seems that her aunt not only said it, but completely forbade her from having any interaction with boys?
If the auntie saw what her good daughter was doing right now, she'd probably rush over even if it rained knives, let alone a torrential downpour, and stab Zhang Zaowan, that lecherous monster, a thousand or eight hundred holes in her.
So what do we do now?
Xiang Qing away from Zhang Zaowan? But I don't seem to have any right to do that, and from Xiang Qing's perspective, she hasn't done anything wrong.
Should I send Zhang Zaowan? Then what's the difference between my actions just now and those of a clown?
After much deliberation, Chen Zhenzhen, driven by a sudden impulse, decided to grab Zhang Zhaomu's arm as well.
Since the facts cannot be changed, at the very least, we shouldn't let ourselves suffer losses!
The Little Mute got a hug, so I want one too!
Zhang Zhaomu:".
Feeling the incredible sensation coming from his left arm, Zhang Zhaomu's body stiffened even more.
All sorts of thoughts exploded in my mind like fireworks—no, those weren't fireworks, those were fucking nuclear bombs! The heat from the explosion surged down my body through my veins, from the top of my head, until my body's instincts gave an incredibly forceful response.
Zhang Zhaomu's voice suddenly became incredibly dry. He swallowed hard and asked, " Chen Zhen, what are you doing?"
"Let's watch a movie." Chen Zhenzhen stared intently at the TV screen, as if the Malevolent Ghost inside might crawl out like Sadako at any moment.
"You... aren't you not afraid of horror movies? And you've seen this one, right?"
Chen Zhenzhen remained silent for a moment.
Then she hugged me tighter and stammered, "The scene in a bit is really scary. I'm afraid you'll be too scared to watch and run away, so I'm holding you back first!"
After saying that, she thought it was perfectly reasonable and even affirmed it to herself, "That's right, that's exactly it!"
Zhang Zhaomu: "... Capture?"
No, where did you learn this grappling technique?
Generally speaking, you don't need a weapon to subdue someone, right?
" Zhang Zaowan, why are you asking so many questions!" Chen Zhenzhen's tone was already a little exasperated. "Can't you just watch the movie quietly!"
Zhang Zhaomu: "... Okay then."
Although I can no longer concentrate on the movie at all.
The Malevolent Ghost shoving at my face, the screams—it all seemed to be happening in another dimension.
Zhang Zhaomu's senses were completely focused on the two girls beside him.
torment.
Although it might seem like taking one's good fortune for granted to describe their current situation in this way, Zhang Zhaomu genuinely felt tormented.
He had originally intended to demonstrate the might of a tiger, but now he felt that the two people next to him were the real tigers.
He was like a sheep, terrified that the tiger would discover something amiss, and was about to be killed.
Heaven help me, although Zhang Zhaomu considered himself to have seen a lot of films and had a wealth of theoretical experience, he had never actually been this intimate with a girl in real life.
What's more, both of them together.
This is beyond the limit!
Shouldn't this kind of experience be gradual?
How come I'm already being shoved in the face by two succubi before I've even left the starting village?!
"Ah!"
In the movie, the Malevolent Ghost Sister-in-Law Fusang suddenly appears, dragging the male protagonist directly onto the big screen.
Xiang Qing's screams and the female lead's screams sounded like a symphony.
She couldn't help but move closer to Zhang Zhaomu Zhang Zhaomu, her long legs almost touching his body.
"A pure heart remains unperturbed even when the sky falls."
Zhang Zhaomu stared at those shapely, long legs, frantically reciting the Ice Heart Mantra in his mind.
"Watch the movie carefully!" Chen Zhenzhen reached out and lifted Zhang Zhaomu's chin to hold it in place.
In this position, her full breasts appeared even more imposing, and Zhang Zhaomu's peripheral vision could even penetrate deep into her collar.
"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form."
Zhang Zhaomu switched to reciting Buddhist scriptures.
After enduring countless hardships, the movie finally reached its ending. With the entire main cast wiped out, the film about Malevolent Ghost was finally released.
The screen freezes on the scene of Sister-in-Law Fusang being hanged on the big screen, and then the credits start scrolling up.
"It's over?" Xiang Qing finally spoke up, "I thought the protagonist would finally be able to burn the original film and break the curse, but I didn't expect it to be just a little short. Everyone actually died... What a surprise."
"Indeed." Zhang Zhaomu nodded absentmindedly.
"Although I was terribly scared, it was... so much fun!" Xiang Qing looked over with sparkling eyes. " Zhang Zhaomu, Zhenzhen, shall we watch another horror movie?"
Zhang Zhaomu: "... There's absolutely no need for that."
Of the three of you, you're probably the only one who's actually watching the movie attentively!
Speaking of which, the movie's already over, why aren't these two letting go of each other yet?!
Just as he was about to speak up to warn them, a sudden, eerie sound effect came from the television. Zhang Zhaomu reflexively looked over and saw that in the scene that had been frozen and was playing the cast list, the hanged Sister-in-Law Fusang suddenly raised her head and stared intently at the outside world as if she had broken through the fourth wall.
This kind of shock was completely unexpected; it was like being in the most relaxed state, thinking the movie was over, when suddenly something big happened.
"Holy crap!" Zhang Zhaomu jolted violently.
Xiang Qing's reaction was even more exaggerated. She jumped up and sat on Zhang Zhaomu's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her head tightly in his chest.
Holy crap!
Another "Holy crap!" rang out, this time from Chen Zhenzhen. She stared at the two of them, her expression even more terrified than the two who had been frightened by the movie.
A moment of silence fell over the living room.
Then a puzzled voice rang out. "Huh? Zhang Zhaomu, your phone is on my butt."
" Zhang Zaowan's phone has been on the table the whole time," Chen Zhenzhen said quietly. " Xiang Qing, do you want to double-check what it is?"
Xiang Qing:
She silently climbed off Zhang Zhaomu, looking as soft as a boiled shrimp.
As she said before, she actually understood everything, but she was so frightened that she didn't think about it in that way for the time being.
Looking back now, it seems that I spent the entire movie unconsciously embracing Zhang Zhaomu.
This is... nothing friends should do, right?
Will Zhang Zhaomu be angry?
She glanced cautiously at Zhang Zhaomu, only to see an expression of utter despair.
After enduring so much suffering, the society finally died.
Zhang Zhaomu now feels relieved.
That's good, I don't have to live in fear anymore.
Destroy! Let's all destroy each other!
The heavy rain outside the window continued, as if the rain would continue endlessly along with this long night.
The faint light from the television screen illuminated the three people, their shadows swaying faintly on the wall.
No one turned on the lights, and no one spoke.
Each person delved deeply into their own inner world.