I beg you, I beg you, whether it's a human or a ghost, please let me die, okay, please let me die. It couldn't be a human being. Our dormitory door was locked securely, and the balcony door was also locked securely. No one except the four of us and the aunt downstairs had a key. Besides, who would raid the boys' dormitory at night at this time?
Damn it, he climbed into my bed, please let me die, really, I was lying on my side facing the wall, wrapped tightly in the quilt, I even stopped breathing. Please be considerate and considerate of me, I'm going to burn to death with a fucking fever.
How I wish this was all an illusion, that my brain was burned out, but I was awake.