Chapter ２３

When Jeremy wakes up, he will put off the day very late. He slept very uncomfortably, and was squeezed together by some large objects, forcing him to open his eyes, and it was not until the drowsiness disappeared that he noticed the atmosphere around him. That one is different from the bed he used to sleep in.

It's like the lid is on the other side. . .

Of course, he lay there, it was not his bed, Jeremy got the answer, and when he felt the warmth of his body, his eyes turned, he saw the forebrain of a familiar man, and he closed his eyes.

How can we lie here?

In his mind, in his mind, in his mind, in his mind, in his mind, in his mind, in his mind, in his mind, in his mind, in his mind, in his mind, but it doesn't matter because he knows what can happen at any moment, so what he is most interested in now is. . .

Why did he lie next to Chris, lying on the bed against the wall?

I'm not feeling well, I'm squeezed to the shit!