The Speaking Pork Trotter

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.
It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion.
Steel and flesh, past and future.
In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.
The darkness is slowly creeping in.
But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness.
Gotta use fire.

Naming Technique of the Night

Lordbluefire

"What, are you worried someone will see me here at your place?" Li Changqing tucked away his irritation and asked with a smile, "What's there to be afraid of, if one is upright, one doesn't fear a crooked shadow... All right, all right, don't be angry, next time I'll make sure to hang the 'Do Not Disturb' sign."


"I'm not angry," Qing Chen shook his head, "If you indeed find it easier to fall asleep here, I don't mind; I can rest on the lounge chair outside."


Li Changqing thought carefully, she had actually lied; there was nothing particularly unique about the smell of the bed, just a dry scent that lingered after being washed and often aired out.


But when she lay in this bed, she really felt a strange sense of safety.


This feeling of security wasn't an empty illusion, it seemed to have started when Qing Chen had desperately rushed into the building with her during an attack.


Li Changqing smiled, "Then I won't stand on ceremony with you; next time I can't sleep, I'll come here."


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