Keep a vampire as a pet!

Chapter 14: Bathroom Scaring

Cynthia took deep breaths and deep breaths, she was afraid that she couldn't help but fight Alan to the death, adjusting her emotions, Cynthia looked at Alan with a soft gaze, her voice gentle, “Alan, you're the best behaved. You see fried rice is not good when it's cold, we can't waste food can we?”

“Well ......,” Alan touched his chin with his hand and seemed to be thinking about it.

Here's the opportunity!

Cynthia's eyes lit up and she grabbed the right moment to rush over, heading straight for the fried rice.

Alan looked up in a hurry, but before he could move, Cynthia trapped her hands between the couches, and in her panic, the fried rice came off and hit the floor.

“The sound of metal hitting the floor with a clang silenced the world.

It was as if Cynthia and Alan had been hit with a pause button, and the two stiffened without moving.

After two seconds, the room resounded with Cynthia's crumbling screams, “Aaaaahhhh! Alan, you little brat, I'm going to kick your ass!”

A stainless steel bowl was still dripping on the floor, with a few grains of rice still in it, and the rest of the rice had all spilled onto the floor and Cynthia's pants and shoes without a single drop.

The couch cover was off the hook, but she still hadn't saved her dinner, and she had to wash her pants and shoes and mop the floor.

Cynthia looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle with hot tears in her eyes, tears dripping down the corners of her eyes, the damn bear!

Killing aura burst out from Cynthia's eyes, under the shroud of her shadow, Alan's body shuddered, keenly sensing the unkind aura of Cynthia's body.

It just seemed a little difficult for Alan to get out of his predicament now that he was surrounded by Cynthia's own arms.

As Cynthia stretched out her hand of judgment, ready to grab Alan and beat his ass, Alan ran away.

Unable to break through from the front, he shifted his breakthrough to the top, and under the instinct of survival, he grabbed the backrest of the sofa with both hands and climbed up, stepping on the backrest of the sofa against the wall and moving sideways at a fast speed, just like a running little crab.

“Little bastard!” With a puddle of rice still lying on the top of her shoe, Cynthia could only watch Alan's nimble figure fade away in order not to widen the battlefield, and it was only when he ducked behind the door of the room and Cynthia couldn't see him anymore that she withdrew her sight.

Looked at the wall clock, come on, when she scrubbed the floor and washed the clothes and shoes, she can also wash and sleep, but also what to watch TV ah.

Resigned to the ground pants on the rice particles cleaned up, the dirty pants change down, and then took a rag bitter squatting on the floor dipped in detergent to wipe the floor.

Cynthia was sadly counting on her fingers, how many times had she been so angry with Alan that she was going to meet God? It must be three times, how many days had they been together? By the time she pulled Alan into it, she was going to go into early menopause.

No, this wasn't going to work. She'd have to find a bear to teach her lessons, and for the sake of her life, she didn't want to be so pissed off that she'd burst a blood vessel.

Cynthia squatted until her legs went numb and her eyes glazed over, finally wiping the oily floor clean.

Standing up and stomping her numb feet, she washed and dried the rag on the balcony. With the floor clean, the next step was the pants and slippers.

Cynthia thought that she would need to wash her clothes anyway, so it would be easier to take a shower first, and then wash her pants along with the clothes she changed out of.

After thinking about it, she went into her room and found her pajamas, Cynthia reached out and turned on the bathroom light.

I don't know how, the bathroom light seems to be broken, the bulb is flickering is not lit, miserable white and darkness alternately, so that the narrow space is even more cramped.

The bright lights made Cynthia feel like she was in the scene of a horror story, she couldn't help but look at the mirror on the wall, which reflected a figure exactly like her, with fear and trepidation in her eyes, and then suddenly two points of scarlet light flashed behind the person in the mirror.

Cynthia felt a cool breeze blowing at the back of her neck, her pores trembled and a layer of goosebumps rose at the back of her neck, she subconsciously wanted to move away from the mirror, her footsteps moved back a step, not wanting to get closer to the two points of red light.

In the flickering light, Cynthia vaguely saw the outline of a person.

“Ah!” The scream traveled through the bathroom door and into Alan's ears.

“Yikes?” Alan looked quizzically in the direction of the bathroom and headed that way on his two short legs, reaching out and slapping the bathroom door, the last word of Cynthia's name blurring out of his mouth.

She finally couldn't help but let out a scream when her cheek was touched by a cold hand. The lights in the bathroom stopped flickering, the light was miserably white and dim, Cynthia cowering in the corner of the bathroom against the door, clutching her shoulders with one hand and fumbling with the bathroom doorknob with the other, she heard Alan knocking on the door.

Turning the doorknob, her arm pushed outward as hard as she could, the bathroom door didn't budge.

“Open the door! Open the door ......” Cynthia shouted as she broke down and slapped the door, her voice getting lower and lower. She could feel a cold body behind her gradually approaching her, the bone chilling coldness coming from behind her, like a cold hand tightening its grip on her throat, making her throat tighten and she couldn't make a sound.

Outside the door Alan's ears twitched slightly, he seemed to hear something else besides Cynthia's shout. There was a layer of power attached to the top of the door, a power that Alan disliked and frowned in disgust, the red light gathered in his palm and tapped it towards the door, the red light swept through the door like a wave with Alan's movements.

Cynthia kept wrenching on the handle inside, and suddenly the lock rattled, and the door that hadn't been able to open surprisingly opened.

Cynthia stumbled out of the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed, her head buried in her arms on her stomach afraid to turn around.

Alan had ducked to the side the moment the door opened, which saved him from being slapped by the door panel. Seeing Cynthia's frightened appearance, he obediently stayed by Cynthia's side and followed Cynthia's example of calming her down, patting Cynthia's back one by one.

Cynthia didn't feel a thing about Alan's behavior, her thoughts were still trapped in the bathroom.

When she was hiding in the corner earlier, there seemed to be writing on the mirror, only she was too scared to look closely.

Cynthia tried to recall it in her head and realized that she really didn't see it.

She was afraid to walk into the bathroom, but a voice in her mind kept asking what the words on the mirror were, what they were. If she couldn't figure it out, she knew she wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.

Cynthia lay on her back on the bed for over twenty minutes before the fear in her heart receded a little and her limp arms and legs finally regained their strength. She lifted her head from the crook of her arm and surveyed her surroundings in shock, seeing the bright incandescent light before she felt her heart return to its normal beat.