Lin Bai suddenly got up from the bed and gasped for air. The dense cold sweat on his forehead told him the authenticity of the dream just now. The smell of hospital disinfectant still lingers on the tip of my nose, and the cold corpse rolled out of a white cloth is still in front of me.
It was so terrifying that he didn't dare think about what to do if it was true.
Gu Yuan opened his eyes in a daze, sat up and asked, "Did you have a nightmare? Why are you sweating so much?" He reached for the tissue on the bedside table and handed it to Lin Bai.
Lin Bai did not take the tissue, but held Gu Yuan's hand. The warm touch made him feel better. "It's okay, I just hold your hand." He squeezed Gu Yuan's hand.
"Why are you sweating so much when you have nothing to do?" Gu Yuan asked worriedly.
"It's okay, it's still early and I can sleep a little longer."
"Okay" Gu Yuan lay back on the bed and continued to sleep with his eyes closed, slowly releasing some pheromones to comfort Gu Yuan.
Looking at the sleeping people beside him, Lin Bai looked again and again before getting out of bed gently. The furnishings in the room were still the same as yesterday, and nothing had changed.
After walking to the balcony and closing the door, Lin Bai leaned on the guardrail and lit a cigarette. The summer morning wind still carried thick heat, which could not dispel the boredom in his heart.
Concept: Reality and games intertwined