Yang Fan clutched his stomach, nearly dying with laughter.
Seeing Yang Fan like that, Murong Yan pointed at him: "You... your laughter is crap, I won't let you off even if I become a ghost."
"Just messing with you, look how scared you got. Am I that kind of person? Do you feel like you have ants crawling all over your heart and body?"
Murong Yan tried to move and didn't feel that terrifying sensation, everything was fine, and she quickly stood up: "You're playing me for a fool, jerk."
"Just a joke, to scare you, and I thought you were supposed to be so tough." Yang Fan couldn't help but laugh again.
"You... you, you, you..." Murong Yan was speechless and looked up at the sky, a jerk is a jerk, a shameless jerk, Murong Yan who was scared into cold sweat, took a deep breath.
"Let's go, it's getting late."
"I... My legs are weak, I can't walk."
"No way." Yang Fan walked over and held Murong Yan. "You really can't walk?"