The crescent moon sharply pierced the black curtain, and one or two stars hung in the north and south. Their light was killed by the thick night, and their light was weak.
The tall apartment building stood in the darkness like an unknown tombstone. Only the living room on the tenth floor of the whole building shone a little light.
Chu Lingfeng woke up from his dream in a cold sweat, and pressed the switch beside the bed. The dim bedside lamp gave him a sense of security for an instant, but it was still very weak. Before Chu Lingfeng's mind came to his senses, he half-sited up in a daze with his body propped up, and casually called out: "Ahu? Ahu? You little bastard, did you watch the three-vulgar dog drama in the living room while I was sleeping again?"
