Shen Jibai felt that his roommate was seriously ill.
In the summer, when the heating is turned on to 30 degrees Celsius, the meat I bought home always disappears. The most terrible thing is that there is always something cold and hard clinging to me when I sleep.
Until one day he bumped into Fu Junling spitting out letters in the mirror.
Shen Jibai: "..."
Fu Junling licked the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice, "Afraid?"
Shen Jibai's legs were weak and his mouth was stiff: "Afraid you will eat me?"
Fu Junling smiled, his golden vertical pupils full of possessiveness: "No, I ate you."
Intention: Love yourself