41: Chapter 41: Still sleeping soundly while holding Xiao Wei!

Before Zhang Wei could figure it out, the sound changed.

It was the sound of bare feet stepping on the floor.

It was very light, but every step felt like it was stepping on the tip of Zhang Wei's heart.

Thump, thump.

In the infrared camera lens, the scene was extremely terrifying.

He saw that large black shadow opposite him slowly sit up from the bed.

Its silhouette had broad shoulders and a thick back, glowing with an eerie white light in night vision mode, looking like a black bear spirit.

The barrage in the livestream instantly exploded, densely covering the entire screen.

"Holy crap! It moved! That big guy moved!"

"This build... is this that roommate who practices Sanda?"

"Oh my god, watching this in the middle of the night is more exciting than watching a horror movie!"

"It's happening! Is this the legendary scene of the truth behind sleep paralysis?"

The black shadow sat by the bed for a while, seemingly observing the surroundings.

Those eyes, which shone slightly in the darkness, stared fixedly at Zhang Wei's bed.

After confirming there was no movement, he stood up and tiptoed over.

The movement was so practiced it was heartbreaking.

Clearly, it wasn't his first time doing this.

At this moment, Zhang Wei was facing away from the aisle, curled up in his quilt, not even daring to breathe loudly.

But he could feel it.

A wave of heat was approaching.

That "ghost" had arrived!

It was right at his bedside!

Zhang Wei bit his lip hard, tears welling up in his eyes, his entire body's muscles tensed up.

Help! Master Su, help!

Just when he was about to collapse and scream.

A warm, large hand gently rested on his quilt.

The movement was extremely gentle, as if afraid of waking the person who was "fast asleep."

Immediately after, the corner of the quilt was lifted, creating a gap.

A wave of warm air, carrying the scent of men's body wash, snuck in through the gap.

That black shadow actually squeezed its entire body up!

This was just absurd!

That was a standard school single bed!

Two one-meter-eighty tall men squeezed together—the scene was simply too much to look at.

But in Zhang Wei's perception, this was a precursor to a vengeful ghost claiming his life.

It's over!

This ghost is going to eat a person!

He was just about to scream regardless of anything, when he felt a pair of strong arms gently wrap around his waist from behind.

The movement was cautious and gentle, as if treating him like some rare treasure.

Immediately after.

That "ghost" buried its head into the crook of his neck, its fuzzy short hair tickling his neck.

Then, it took a deep breath against his neck.

That feeling was like a drug addict getting their first hit.

In the darkness, a sound of extreme satisfaction and extreme ecstasy sighed out.

"Haa..."

"It's still best to sleep while holding Zhang Wei..."

...

The barrage in the livestream experienced an extremely eerie pause at this moment.

For a whole second, there wasn't even a single new message on the screen.

It was as if everyone's phones and keyboards had broken at the same time; that void was filled with an indescribable eeriness and shock.

Immediately after.

Boom!

The barrage, like a dam bursting, surged out crazily with a world-destroying momentum.

Because the refresh rate was too fast, it even turned the screen into a pixelated mess.

"Holy crap!!!"

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!"

"My eyes! My titanium alloy dog eyes!"

"Is this really something a carbon-based lifeform can watch? Is this something I can watch without paying?"

"Forced man locking man! This is the legendary forced man locking man!"

"What the hell, sleep paralysis! So this is the kind of 'paralysis'? I'm going to die laughing in my bed!"

"Left and right are men, man on top of man, facing the man head-on... The ancients did not deceive me!"

"Who said it was a vengeful ghost claiming a life just now? Come out and get beaten! This is clearly a case of 'what to do when my roommate loves me too much'!"

The livestream completely exploded.

Over two hundred thousand viewers, not sleeping in the middle of the night, only to be shown this?

This is way more exciting than a horror movie, okay! This is basically an ethics drama!

Su Yun, in front of the screen, almost spat his tea onto the monitor.

Although he had already known the truth through the system, seeing this scene with his own eyes, the impact was still quite explosive.

It's like knowing there's a pit ahead, but watching someone else fall into it and land face-first—that kind of entertainment is always there.

And in that dormitory filled with the scent of hormones, the plot continued.

Wang Qiang seemed completely unaware that he was currently being watched by hundreds of thousands of people.

His current state was extremely relaxed, extremely enjoyable.

He saw his thigh, which was thicker than Zhang Wei's waist, extremely skillfully draped over, directly straddling Zhang Wei's stomach.

This explained why Zhang Wei felt the "sleep paralysis" was so heavy, like being pressed by a big rock.

A one-hundred-and-eighty-jin sports student—is that a rock? That's a mountain!

Immediately after, Wang Qiang's large hand didn't stay idle either.

As if holding a large body pillow, his palm gently patted Zhang Wei's chest, then slid downwards, actually squeezing twice.

He mumbled groggily in his mouth: "Hmm, this feeling, really soft..."

Zhang Wei's entire body stiffened.

He widened his eyes in the quilt, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

At this moment, his brain had completely crashed, leaving a blank space.

He didn't dare to move, nor did he dare to scream.

In his perception, this was a vengeful ghost "inspecting the goods"!

That large hand wandering on his chest, in his view, was the ghost's claw, looking for a place to bite, preparing to dig out his heart and eat it.

Especially when Wang Qiang's head leaned over and took another fierce breath against his neck.

That humid, hot breath sprayed onto his skin, raising layer after layer of goosebumps.

The fear of the "ghost blowing air" from just now struck again, and it was stronger than any time before.

"I'm going to die..."

"I'm going to be sucked dry..."

Zhang Wei closed his eyes in despair, and two lines of clear tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes.

He even felt his soul trembling; if this ghost took one more breath, his yang energy would be completely gone.

Just when Zhang Wei was preparing to give up resistance, kick his legs, and wait for death.

Su Yun, who had been in spectator mode all along, finally made a move.

He put down the teacup in his hand and cleared his throat.

Then, facing the microphone, he gathered his energy into his dantian and suddenly let out a fierce shout.

"Evil creature! Reveal your true form!"

Su Yun used all his strength for this shout.

Amplified by the microphone and then transmitted through Zhang Wei's phone, which was turned up to maximum volume.

The sound was simply like throwing a firecracker in the originally quiet dormitory.

The sound was frighteningly loud, and it even carried a righteous echo.

"Awooo!"

Zhang Wei's nerves were already stretched to the limit; he was so startled by this shout that he bounced off the bed and almost fainted.

And Wang Qiang, who was sleeping soundly while hugging his "body pillow," reacted even more violently.

He shuddered all over, as if electrocuted, and suddenly sat up from the bed.

That instinct of having a guilty conscience made him subconsciously reach for the switch at the head of the bed.