[Four Seasons House] Japanese-style backhand, upside-down underwear, TK tickling, interaction

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The afternoon sun was like a layer of gauze, falling on every corner of the abandoned garden. The girl was wearing a faded floral skirt, the hem of which was gently lifted by the wind, like a wild daisy that refused to wither.
She shouldn't have come here - this garden was sealed off ten years ago. According to legend, a girl disappeared under the wind chime stand. She came to take pictures. She was carrying a camera and wanted to find a "forgotten beauty" for her graduation project. But when she pushed open the rusty iron door, the wind chimes rang without wind, like someone whispering in her ear.
She walked into the depths of the garden, grass blades scratched her calves, and her floral skirt was slightly rolled up. She didn't notice that the vines at her feet were not actually plants - they were ropes, old and black, but
Extraordinarily tough. As if someone had deliberately set it up, it was entangled in circles between dead branches and iron frames, like a silent net. She squatted down to adjust the camera, her skirt dropped, and the rope tip quietly slid up her ankle like a snake. The next second, the camera clicked, and a blurry face appeared in the lens - in
Behind her, under the wind chime stand, a figure wearing the same floral skirt was being hung upside down, with the hem of the skirt hanging upside down, like a withered flower. She turned around suddenly, and there was nothing there. Only the wind chimes were ringing and the rope was shaking.