Deep Affection: Honey, Come Back To Me

The second day, at noon, Michelle and the other eight people went to have a seafood buffet. Leon didn't have lunch with them because of other matter, but he promised to arrive at the amusement park at two o'clock in the afternoon on time.

Bryant drove Leon there, but the car was a Rolls-Royce, so Leon had to get off in advance and walked five hundred meters in the sun.

There were many people coming and going at the gate of the amusement park, and many small groups gathered together. At a glance, Leon saw a strawberry girl in the crowd.

Michelle's dressing today was a little different from usual. She wore a wine red hair band and tied her hair behind her ears, revealing her snow-white ears and her whole face. Her eyes were black and bright, very attractive.

She wore a white flounce shirt in loose college style, and a slip dress. Beige was the base color. However, the thin slip dress and the big bowknot on her chest were wine red, which matched the hair band on her head.

There were strawberries on the hemline of her beige dress. The hemline reached her knees, two parts of her white legs were exposed. Wearing a round head little leather shoes, she gently walked and the hemline shook as well.

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e. 'Was I out my mind to agree to come with them?

What bewitched me to leave the ghost house behind at that time?'

Leon swallowed nervously and asked, pretending to be calm, "Michelle, are we really going to the ghost house later?"

"Yes, I came here once with Nini, and I was almost scared to cry. When I went back, I told my roommates several horrible scenes inside. They had always wanted to come here." Michelle clenched her bag, thinking that she almost cried last time, but this time she would never!

Then she thought of Wynn's WeChat Moments, so she turned to Leon, "Brother, are you afraid of going to the ghost house?"

'Of course I am!'

Leon answered honestly in his heart, but he displayed gallantry, "No, I'm not afraid."

Sure enough, anyone who lied would be punished. He couldn't speak calmly. He twisted the water bottle back and forth with his hands, wanting to beat himself.

He regretted as soon as he said that.

He would rather die here than enter the ghost house.

There was no regret medicine in the world, and he couldn't kill himself. Leon forced a smile and watched others get off the ferris wheel, waving at them, and then mechanically followed them to the ghost house.