One Way Goods

This night's experience was like a dream.

Just like when they first fell asleep, the two of them looked at the ceiling, each with their own thoughts.

The white wall on the ceiling had begun to fall off, and there was nothing on it, but the two of them stared at it with interest, as if it were a mysterious witness to the story that had taken place in this little rented house, years and years ago.

Ouyang Mengjiao secretly held Lu Chen's hand. Her hand felt cold, but Lu Chen was sure that the feeling of being struck by lightning didn't come from this chill. He smelled the delicate fragrance that emanated from her body. It was a familiar smell that matched this miraculous feeling, creating a kind of warmth that was unique to simple and crude environments.

Lu Chen sighed lightly and said, "I can't sleep anymore. It's so tormenting." I've got insomnia, everyone.

Ouyang Mengjiao said, "Then don't sleep anymore. Come and chat with me." Or something else.