Sorry, it seems that I have made it unnecessary. Is this modern times where the door does not open? Who is the little zombie?
This setting is scary. . .
This is a very good topic, why did it end with Jiang Zi? ! !
When I felt uncomfortable, I wrote a small theater to comfort myself.
I died, my consciousness drifted away, and I could no longer think. Otherwise, why would I see her puffed up in the air and looking at me.
She (angry): Why don't you leave if I ask you to leave?
Me:…
I looked at her, and she looked so familiar in front of me, with black hair and eyes. The only difference was that there were colors all around her, and her reddish cheeks didn't catch my eye at all.
Her: No, you still can't speak.
She came closer to me, she reached out to me, did she touch me? They must have touched each other, she smiled and arched her eyebrows.
Touching my face with both hands, she said: You are indeed the best, heaven and paradise on earth, where will you go.
I was silent, feeling her hands. The feeling stimulated me, and I reached out to cover one of her hands.
Me: Wherever you go, I go. You give me a home and I'll wait for you to open the door.
She (surprised): You can talk! ! !
Me: ...(Wrong emphasis, dear.)
Sad
My brain is mush, my heart is rotten meat, why are my hands shaking?
It breaks my heart, I just cried after watching 3000+
Oh my god, (*?????) I'm still waiting to see the little zombie regain his emotions a little bit.
Think, typo. . . . .
Did he transform into a zombie melon? It seems he took a bite! Good night and sweet dreams.
Zombies with feelings... It's sad, but the ending is still good. If the zombies turn back into humans, they will really have to be studied endlessly. I like the feeling of this text and look forward to the next short essay~ Yeah
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Sorry, it seems that I have made it unnecessary. Is this modern times where the door does not open? Who is the little zombie?
This setting is scary. . .
This is a very good topic, why did it end with Jiang Zi? ! !
When I felt uncomfortable, I wrote a small theater to comfort myself. I died, my consciousness drifted away, and I could no longer think. Otherwise, why would I see her puffed up in the air and looking at me. She (angry): Why don't you leave if I ask you to leave? Me:… I looked at her, and she looked so familiar in front of me, with black hair and eyes. The only difference was that there were colors all around her, and her reddish cheeks didn't catch my eye at all. Her: No, you still can't speak. She came closer to me, she reached out to me, did she touch me? They must have touched each other, she smiled and arched her eyebrows. Touching my face with both hands, she said: You are indeed the best, heaven and paradise on earth, where will you go. I was silent, feeling her hands. The feeling stimulated me, and I reached out to cover one of her hands. Me: Wherever you go, I go. You give me a home and I'll wait for you to open the door. She (surprised): You can talk! ! ! Me: ...(Wrong emphasis, dear.)
Sad My brain is mush, my heart is rotten meat, why are my hands shaking? It breaks my heart, I just cried after watching 3000+
Oh my god, (*?????) I'm still waiting to see the little zombie regain his emotions a little bit.
Think, typo. . . . .
Did he transform into a zombie melon? It seems he took a bite! Good night and sweet dreams.
Zombies with feelings... It's sad, but the ending is still good. If the zombies turn back into humans, they will really have to be studied endlessly. I like the feeling of this text and look forward to the next short essay~ Yeah