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After Ling Yao woke up, he was in a daze for a long time before going to work. It seemed that his memory was missing for a while, but he didn't find anything unusual.

During the day, he still worked and lived as usual, but when night fell, the oppressive feeling of what was about to happen made him suddenly sink down.

The memory of last night played in his mind like a movie replay, and he clutched the sheets uneasily, but he still comforted himself that the nightmare was just an accident.

Fang Xin was on a business trip, and he was the only one left in the room.

The window beside the bed was not closed. At this time, the strong wind was blowing in through the large gap in the window, and the soft bed curtain was blown high, revealing the heavy darkness outside the window.

Ling Yao was shocked, and the cold wind blew away the heat from his whole body.

He hurriedly jumped out of bed with bare feet, closed the window tightly, threw away all the random thoughts in his mind, and got into the bed, curling up like an insecure child.

In the middle of the night, the glass windows were slapped with regular bangs, and a visitor came in the dark, eager to get close to his baby.

Ling Yao pursed his lips tightly, his whole body was as stiff as if he had been paralyzed.

But in the dream, he seemed to be above the clouds, his body became light and weightless, and there was nothingness in front of his eyes.

He felt himself turned into a speck of dust in the universe, floating freely.

Gradually, the defenses in his mind were almost completely lost, and it seemed that someone whispered affectionate words to him in his ears, lingering and unpredictable.

The low voice rubbed and slid out of the man's throat, making people feel like they drank a glass of mellow and strong wine, and their cheeks became hot, as if they were slightly drunk.

A body pressed up, together with the memory of the last time, the familiar feeling came overwhelmingly, but this time, apart from fear, Ling Yao felt a sense of peace of mind.

This thought surprised him, but he didn't know where it came from... Maybe it was because he felt that the person on his body didn't want to hurt him, but...loved him instead.

He tried to think, but lost consciousness when the man dropped the kiss.

Ling Yao's quilt was thrown off, the collar of his pajamas was torn off, the buttons vibrated in the air, and then all of them fell apart, revealing a slender neck and a smooth chest.

There was a sound of inhalation, and a creepy and ambiguous atmosphere filled the room.

The person lying on Ling Yao's body licked his slender collarbone vigorously, like a beast that hadn't eaten for a long time, sniffing his skin everywhere with the tip of his nose, as if he was weighing the best place to bite.

He bit his chest for the last time, and ground his teeth vigorously, Ling Yao's lips parted slightly, as if about to shout out.

The rapid panting sound was especially clear in the room, but it was not clear who it was.

The uninvited guest who broke into the room kissed Ling Yao's whole body like a baptism, and then slowly tasted his body and played with his most vulnerable part.

In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, and bit his chest with bloodstains, sucking it little by little, as if trying to suck all his blood dry.

Ling Yao unconsciously let out a painful sob from his throat, and the violent attack stopped, and changed to a slow caress.

When the first ray of sunlight passed through the curtains, Ling Yao's body was rested...even though his legs were spread wide, his whole body was covered with white turbidity, and he had been played with from inside to outside.

The person on his body hastily kissed his eyelids, restored everything, and disappeared into the early light like the morning wind, without a trace to be found.

Ling Yao slowly opened his eyes, empty and lifeless, and the remaining memories in his mind were being quickly recalled.

He vaguely knew that the thing was coming again, and he wasn't sure if it was a human being that wreaked havoc on him.

He only felt a pair of big palms walking on his body, and his licking like a snake letter, like a lifeless dead thing entangled with him, because only dead things have such a low temperature and do not have a trace soft.

His consciousness is so fragile that it can be controlled by that person at will, and he has no choice but to accept his ravages.

Ling Yao stood up staggeringly, his whole body was sore, his eyeballs were bloodshot, he looked at himself in the mirror, haggard and pale, and the bite mark on his chest proved that this was not just a dream.

And that thing didn't intend to let him go, it haunted him like a ghost every night, making him afraid of the night and falling asleep.

Fang Xin took him to see a doctor, but he couldn't find any clue.

But after this period of time, Ling Yao, who hadn't had a good night's sleep, was already in a state of extreme mental weakness, and even had hallucinations and auditory hallucinations.

He often thought that someone was hugging him from behind, and the force was so great that he couldn't breathe.

Occasionally he would hear intermittent words, as if telling a story, expressing love, or sometimes it was just a brisk laughter, but it was creepy in his ears.

Both Fang Xin and the doctor looked at him with pity. They whispered for a long time, mentioning words such as sleeping pills and mental illness, and finally, they turned their eyes to him together.

Ling Yao was like being in an ice cellar.Is there anything in the world more helpless and frightening than having no one to believe in yourself?

"Really, what I said is true! Someone is next to me, he has been following me, hugging me, and talking to me a lot!"

His eyes were moist, and he grabbed Fang Xin's sleeves as if grabbing a life-saving straw, hoping that the person who should have trusted him the most would trust him this time without hesitation.

Fang Xin lowered his eyes and stroked his hair with pity, "Baby, there is really no one around you. The doctor said that you may have schizophrenia. Be good, let's take medicine and you will be fine."

Ling Yao pushed him away in disbelief.what is this?He is not sick!Why not believe what he said? !He brushed his hair irritably, and looked at Fang Xin coldly.

The doctor shook his head, and Fang Xin said, "Look, the patient is irritable, confused, and has symptoms such as auditory hallucinations..." Fang Xin nodded in conviction.

Ling Yao couldn't hear the next words clearly, those familiar, cold palms came up from his back buttocks, moved up his spine, and finally pinched the back of his neck.

Ling Yao trembled, closed his eyes in despair and let him move.

He felt that he might be beyond redemption.