Nightmare Attack

Chapter 386 Bedroom

Chapter 386 Bedroom

"Is what you said before true?" the fat man asked viciously.

"Really, really." The landlord nodded again and again, "I dare not lie to you now, it's all true, only Weng Qing knows the situation in Room 808."

"Your friend is gone." Weng Qing's voice sounded in Jiao Tailang's ears, and her breath seemed to contain a certain smell, tempting people to explore.

She sat next to Jiao Tailang, very close to him, so close that there was a good smell in her nostrils, "Aren't you afraid?" Weng Qing seemed to be pointing.

Jiao Tailang was extremely flustered, but there was no expression on his face, "I'm afraid." He looked at Weng Qing's face, his eyes were as clear as water, "I'm afraid that my sister will not welcome me, so I will also drive me away."

Weng Qing's eyes paused for a moment.

After a while—

"Are you hungry?" Weng Qing leaned closer to Jiao Tailang again, "What do you like to eat?"

Banana Tailang wanted to answer that he had eaten, but Weng Qing's eyes didn't have this option, so he could only pretend to think deeply for a while, and replied: "Anything is fine, but it's best not takeaway. I want to eat my sister's own handmade food." of."

Weng Qing smiled, and the arc of his mouth made Jiao Tailang's heart tremble, "You are very good at pleasing girls, have you said this to many girls?"

"I remember the last time they came, there was a girl outside the door." Weng Qing rested her pale fingertips on her face, looked at Jiao Tailang and continued, "Is she also your friend?"

"I only have one friend, my sister." Jiao Tailang sat up straight and made a solemn statement.

Weng Qing stood up and walked towards the kitchen, "Is the steak okay?" Her voice came from far and near, "It's very fresh."

Banana Tailang watched her open the refrigerator door, took out a large piece of meat, and put it on a silver plate.

Indeed, as Weng Qing said, the meat is very fresh, even a little too fresh.

There was even blood on it.

Then there was the sound of firing, and then the sound of "sizzling" of steak frying, and soon after, a strong smell of meat came over.

Banana Tailang has never smelled so fragrant.

Even though reason told him to restrain himself, he still tightly grasped the knife and fork that Weng Qing handed over.

"Try it." After a while, Weng Qing came over with a plate, sat beside him, and looked at him expectantly.

Banana Tailang cut off a small piece with a knife, but as soon as the knife cut in, blood flowed out. The steak was clearly not even fully cooked, it was almost completely raw.

But Jiao Tailang had no choice. Under Weng Qing's expectant eyes, he didn't even dare to cut too small pieces, so he had to bite the bullet and eat them.

Different from the imagined bloody feeling, as if a new taste bud had been awakened on the tip of the tongue, Banana Tailang immediately cut another piece, and then the next piece.

Weng Qing looked at him with satisfaction in his eyes, and even went back to the kitchen, took out another bottle of red wine, and poured a glass for Jiao Tailang and himself.

The crimson wine rolled back and forth in the goblet, and finally entered the woman's scarlet lips. The beauty of this moment was something that Banana Tailang had never seen before.

He felt like he had stepped into a new territory.

Seeing Jiao Tailang staring at herself in a daze, Weng Qing still had those seductive eyes, she seemed to be used to this kind of eyes from men.

A strange alluring aura flowed on this woman, and Jiao Tailang's throat couldn't help rolling.

"Is it delicious?" Weng Qing ran her fingers across her red lips, stripping away the remaining drop of wine.

"The meat is delicate, rich in layers, smooth in taste, fat but not greasy! It's chewy! Most importantly, it's also chewy and smooth!"

Banana Wolf scoured all the adjectives for food in his brain, and there was no bottom line in his praise, although he really thought so.

"Then eat more." Weng Qing seemed to be rarely praised, and was in a surprisingly good mood.

"Sister, don't you want to eat?" Jiao Tailang resisted the urge to finish eating, after all, he now doubted the source of the meat.

He has been in Australia for a while, and he has eaten all kinds of steaks, but this is the first time he has this kind of texture, and the taste of this beef is also a bit strange.

Weng Qing's eyes became more and more scarlet, staring at Jiao Tailang made the latter feel that she might pounce on her at any time and treat herself as food.

But luckily, she didn't.

She didn't reject Jiao Tailang's "good intentions", but reached out to take Jiao Tailang's table knife, cut off a small piece of meat, and put it in her mouth.

Chew slowly.

This intimacy made Jiao Tailang feel a little overwhelmed, he wanted to find out the secret of Room 808 from Weng Qing over and over again.

But the latter never gave him a chance.

It seems that this time should only belong to two people alone.

Finally, Jiao Tailang couldn't bear it any longer, lowered his voice and asked, "Sister, what do you do?"

Weng Qing leaned on her chin, her pretty eyebrows twitched, "I used to be the landlord, but now." She smiled, "I like photography." There was a flash of light in her scarlet eyes.

"Landlord?" Jiao Tailang continued, his voice seemed to be sugared, "That's pretty good, people like us now work hard for half our lives in big cities, and we may not be able to buy a house."

"That's right." Jiao Tailang picked up the wine glass and said very casually: "It seems that sister, you have more than one room."

Weng Qing spit out alcohol, eyes blurred and said: "I still have a few houses, but not here, in Building 3."

"I really envy my sister. It doesn't matter if you are good-looking, but the conditions are so superior." Jiao Tailang blinked his eyes, and the tenderness in his eyes almost enveloped Weng Qing.

"Your mouth is very sweet." Weng Qing was in a very good mood, she stared at Jiao Tailang's mouth, with a hint of longing in her eyes.

But soon she used drinking to cover up the past.

Banana Wolf suddenly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. The woman in front of him seemed to be different.

"I can't stay any longer, hurry up and ask questions, and then leave quickly." He also took a sip of wine, using the strength of the drink to embolden himself.

Weng Qing seemed a little drunk, she stood up slowly, her loose pajamas slipped a little, revealing one shoulder without knowing it.

"I'm tired." Weng Qing's eyes blurred, "Take me back to the bedroom, okay?"

Weng Qing committed suicide in the bedroom, there must be danger inside, but before Jiao Tailang refused, Weng Qing's hand had already rested on his face, slowly slid across his cheek, and finally stopped at him. On the lips, "There is what you want inside."

Banana Tailang's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he felt his whole body was burning, especially the cheeks that were scratched by Weng Qing's fingers.

"All right." He stood up like a ghost, and Weng Qing leaned on his body, "Sister, you slow down, be careful where you step."

The bedroom door opened as soon as it was pushed, and the inside was very clean. Two big golden retrievers were squatting in the corner, sticking out their tongues, not only not fierce, but very cute.

The bedroom is not big, and a small night light is attached to the wall, emitting a soft orange light. With this light, Jiao Tailang found many photos on the surrounding walls.

Each photo is a different man.

The background is this bedroom! !

　continue tomorrow

(End of this chapter)