Ghost City: Beneath the Gloom

Chu Ran rubbed his bleary eyes with difficulty and reached over to press the cold alarm clock on the bedside table.

Outside the window, it was still pitch-dark. Beside him, two different breathing rhythms rose and fell, alternating with each other.

He casually ran a hand over the smooth body beside him, savoring for a moment the happiness of its softness and delicacy, then struggled to sit up.