What's going on? Why is there something squeezing me? It's over... Could it be that - a ghost is on the bed! Bar? God! Mom! O God! Buddha! Help me! I swear I really didn't tell my dad about my mom hiding her private money! (Just... Raise your hand and ask, does it count if my father overhears me talking to myself?) N seconds later...
For readers, I follow the principle of "love or live", and there is no need to force yourself to read my novels.