Yan Ming lived in a different place in order to trace his family tree. He couldn't sleep well every night, and there seemed to be an infinite pressure on his chest. When he couldn't breathe, he always felt a pair of cold hands wandering around his body. When he woke up in the morning, it was the taciturn Cheng Shunqin feeding livestock in the yard. That man was wearing a cotton T-shirt, but he looked more like a young master enjoying the fun in the countryside.
It's just me scribbling randomly again~ It's not a horror article.