The faucet in the bathroom that was not closed was dripping continuously, and the ticking sound echoed in the empty space, like a knock on people's hearts. Lin Zhongyu looked at the man in front of him who had to lean on him to stand still because he was drunk, and wondered whether the heartbeat he heard was his or his own.
Somewhat helplessly, Lin Zhongyu supported him with both hands, looked at each other, and asked the question that had been on his mind: "Zheng Falcon, who are you looking at through me?"
Puppy gong under the year × cool cat and cat shou
Zheng Xunyu×Lin Yuyu
An imaginary world view. Any similarity is purely coincidental.
The product of the sixth grade's imagination, it has a bloody plot.
Intention: relax