Chapter 62 His bed collapsed

and the amazing thing was that

he could actually move.

He opened his eyes the moment he could move. It was pitch black all around him. He reached for his phone to check the time. It was about two in the morning, still a long way from dawn.

Yan Zhi lay down on the bed again and began to look for the quilt to cover himself.

But he couldn't find it after pulling for a long time.

Yan Zhi:?

His quilt... is gone.

He lay on the bed and searched around, and finally found it on the ground on the right.

It was such a big bed, but he actually kicked the quilt to the ground. It was really amazing.

Yan Zhi:...

Sure enough, the weather was too hot.

He might not have a good sleeping position, so the quilt was kicked to the ground by him, but unfortunately he didn't feel it at all.

And since he woke up at this time, he couldn't fall asleep for a while. He turned sideways and watched videos on his phone for a while. He

suddenly felt a little cold behind him.

He subconsciously looked back, but there was nothing behind him.

Then he turned his head and wrapped the quilt tightly, and continued to watch his little video.

If he saw something that interested him, he would take a few more glances and read the comments from netizens in the comment section.

A wisp of cool air came in from the back of his neck, and he pulled the quilt again.

Later, he didn't know when he fell asleep.

But in the dream, even if he wrapped the quilt tightly, the cool air would still come in.

As long as there was a gap, it would drill in, and he was so cold that he subconsciously covered himself tightly.

But after dawn, he blushed.

As if he had done something wrong, he washed his sheets by hand.

The more he washed his face, the redder it became. The more he washed his face, the redder it became. The lingering scenes in his dream were playing repeatedly , and he couldn't turn it off at all.

He remembered very clearly that he was...

Every day after that, he would have the same dream, and this dream was a little bit indecent.

No, it was very indecent.

In reality, his classmates saw that his face was not right, and asked curiously,

"Are you in love?"

Yan Zhi shook his head.

He didn't.

But he had a wet dream.

The classmates looked at him strangely.

"But you clearly look like..."

"That sentence is not easy to say, but you should understand."

Yan Zhi nodded.

He understood, of course he understood.

He was raped in the dream, and he did not resist, and even sank into it.

If he did not understand, he would have found a way to move out or ask someone to clean the house.

But he did not do that.

Since the day he was pressed on the bed, he was pressed once a day.

But fortunately, he could communicate.

As long as he said a few nice words, he would be able to regain consciousness without struggling to break free.

At first, he was just simply pressed, and then... Although it was not his original intention, he did not hate resistance.

On the contrary, he was looking forward to it.

As for dating, he just didn't want to date. He was a person who liked to be alone, and he would be very uncomfortable with others around him.

Otherwise, he would live in the dormitory, why bother to rent a house.

He attended classes seriously during the day, and dreamed of going to Wushan Mountain to make love at night.

Days passed.

In a blink of an eye, he had lived in the small western-style building for a year.

His body was also very different from before, and even his voice was a little hoarse, which might be related to the dreams he had.

Yan Zhi thought it was not bad to continue living like this.

In another two years, he was going to discuss with the ghost that was pressing on him whether he could come out to meet him.

He could never see his face clearly in his dreams.

He thought that as time went on, the other party would become easier to talk to.

For example, now he said he wanted to wake up, and he would wake up as long as he said a few nice words

. The longer you spend together, the easier it will be to talk to him.

Although it was a bit whimsical, he really wanted to meet him.

But there was a problem.

These days, he was not pressed by the ghost, but things in the house flew around as if they were possessed by evil spirits, which was beyond his tolerance.

Sometimes when he was drinking water, the cup in his hand broke, and the water fell to the ground, and there was a pile of water mixed with debris on the ground.

He dipped the mop in the bathroom and mopped the floor with water, but he fell on it more than once because the floor was full of water. He

stopped mopping later.

But his clothes started to disappear, and when they were found again, they would be torn into two halves, or even more halves, anyway, they were all in pieces.

None of them were complete.

After they were found, they could no longer be worn.

When he went to bed at night, it was as if the door was opened and closed by someone with great force,

"bang bang bang" sounded all the time, really, his eardrums hurt and he could only cover himself with the quilt.

And he hadn't had that dream for a few days.

He felt like he had just broken up.

His deskmate asked,

"Why do you look like you have just broken up?"

Yan Zhi said truthfully,

"I haven't had a dream for several days."

Deskmate: ...

Although I don't understand, I respect it.

At night,

Yan Zhi had just gotten into bed and hadn't closed his eyes yet.

Suddenly, with a "click", his bed collapsed.

Yan Zhi was stuck in the middle and looked at the dark ceiling. He hesitated for a long time and couldn't believe the fact that the bed collapsed.

He didn't do anything, and it collapsed.

Whether his bed was of poor quality or had been broken for too long,

Yan Zhi didn't know. After lying in it for a while, he felt really uncomfortable, so he crawled out from the sunken position in the middle.

In the middle of the night,

he was sitting in the living room.

A chair rolled down from the upstairs, and when it rolled in front of him, one of its legs was broken.

It looked so pitiful.

Yan Zhi had just picked up his phone, but it was suddenly snatched away.

"..."

His hand was still in the air, and he finally took it back.

Then,

He saw his cell phone, which was on the left, on the right, up, and down.

Finally, it was thrown in front of him.

Yan Zhi was about to open it.

He saw that the film on it was broken.

It seemed that it was crushed by a lot of force, but the screen inside was good. It seemed that it still played a protective role. There happened to be another film in the room.

He was so good-tempered that he went back to the room and silently pasted another one on himself.

When he came out,

the sofa in the living room had been moved, and the coffee table had been squeezed in. The things on it were scattered all over the floor, and it looked a mess.

And the fruits he bought in the afternoon were gone.

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