Clear thinking: Shou type vs. High attack, low defense, dampness and low attack.
Shen Sheng has been having a dream recently: the vast lake is surrounded by reeds, and a thin figure is on the shore, picking up the hair in the water again and again, and twisting the water. He pushes away the reeds that are as high as a person, and walks uncontrollably to the center of the lake. The water quickly reaches his knees and climbs up to his waist and abdomen, but the figure is still facing away from him, and he is grabbing the long hair with his hands.
Shen Chen, you also know, am I coming back? The water once again reached the top of his head. Shen Sheng stretched out his hand and tried to raise it above his head. In the next second, the water greedily pulled him down deeper into the lake bottom.
Shen Sheng woke up from the bed and subconsciously touched the copper coin on her neck. The copper coin was dark in color, like a dead old wood, but its edges were smooth.
Back on the streets of Lutang, Shen Sheng walked like a zombie, walking step by step towards the entrance of the factory amidst the strange music, while the reeds on both sides slowly opened a passage towards him. The strange black figure at the door of the ward looked at Shen Sheng with wild joy, but the person who walked in was Aunt Wang Guifang's son Lu Jingxun... Does he... Really exist? Shen Sheng thought
I know it's you, Shen Chen, how on earth will you leave my life...
Shen Sheng looked at the deformed monster in front of him and said.
Asheng, can you still find out who I am? What about next time, next time? Find me, Asheng, and I will let you go.
The monster in front of him tilted his head and looked at him, pulling the corners of his mouth with two fingers, showing an exaggerated smile.
Later period:
"A Sheng..."
Shen Sheng lowered his head and looked at the arm around his waist, raised his hand and touched the wet chin resting on his shoulder, and said lightly: "The next time you stick it up, can you wring yourself dry like a towel before coming back?"
"Then you can twist it for me, okay?" Shen Chen lowered his head lower, and his tall nose arched the white flesh of the back of Sheng Sheng's neck. He smiled so much that the flesh around his cheeks piled up soft folds, his voice was so sweet, and his eyes were fixed on a small mole on Shen Sheng's earlobe.
"..."
Shen Sheng: "What should I do if my boyfriend keeps dripping water and making the floor wet? Just twist it a few times and it will be fine."
Motto: Love lasts as long as hate