Teardown mode from scratch

Rong Ling first felt a chilly feeling in his body for a short while, and then quickly recovered the warmth of the original quilt. He accidentally thought about it, the place where he slept seemed to be a private room. Something doesn't seem right.He suddenly opened his eyes, and saw something seemed to be sitting next to him. In the dim light, his pale face was covered with ferocious bloodstains.

"...There is a ghost!!" Rong Ling couldn't faint, and couldn't stretch his limbs. He couldn't help thinking, could it be that he was crushed by a ghost! ?The feeling of not being able to do anything but yell is so bad... the feeling of crying without tears, 'Is there anyone? 'If I don't know my situation, I really want to ask a question!

Wen Jinglan was so startled by the yelling that he almost lost his senses. Why does this person's image and language never match up?

"Stop yelling... No one will pay attention to you if you yell for a broken throat." In this situation, Wen Jinglan couldn't help but dubbed a suitable movie line, turned around and followed a suit of clothes in the closet, turned off the night light, and walked into the bathroom.

"Like, yesterday's..." After realizing the facts, Rong Ling finally remembered that something fell into the room yesterday, and couldn't help but curse.

"You're out of your mind, what are you doing with the lights off!" Someone freaked out, actually it's scary to turn off the lights and go to sleep, okay? ?Thinking of this man treating him like this, he couldn't help feeling angry, but there was nowhere to vent it.The little daughter-in-law who made an appointment yesterday just released the confinement skills to him like this. No matter how much she thinks, she feels aggrieved. How can this person have the nerve to do this? Sure enough, at that time, this matter should be resolved before going to bed.God knows what Jing Yan did last night, the main reason is that the room is so dark now... Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, as long as someone is there, there is a sense of peace of mind.Pfft, what peace of mind... It was obviously this guy who turned off the lights!

"Nimma, you salamander, maggot—"

"En will do all the revenge, why don't you dare to say anything when you are scolded!"

"Is it fun to make people into rice dumplings? Why are you so low-spirited?"

"..." [-] words of trash talk are omitted below

In fact, Wen Jinglan really didn't know that this guy was afraid of the dark, and he pulled on the night light because he was worried that if he was seen, he would only cause more trouble. At this time, darkness is the safest.

Beep, beep—the sound of water washes away the smell of blood, and a handsome face appears on the anti-fog mirror, with almost perfect sidelines, flat and indifferent eyes, and scabs on the places where the brows were bruised. Covered by slightly long bangs, if Rong Ling could see it, he would definitely not criticize him with a pig's head.Hearing the uninterrupted yelling and cursing outside, and tidying up his tight clothes, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

It's a pity that this rare expression lasted for less than a few seconds, and he went out with an abstinent look.

Damn, that non-stop guy outside is poking him angrily again,

"Kidney deficiency—"

There was a loud sound of "Peng—" and the bathroom door was roughly treated. It made people doubt whether the glass on it was intact. This loud noise intuitively expressed Wen Jinglan's dissatisfaction.Rong Ling was stunned for a moment, the fast flickering shadow and the hurried footsteps under the sidelight in the bathroom told him that the person was approaching.

Rong Ling, I don't know which point exploded the anger gauge of the visitor.

He cursed even more bluntly.

"You're still angry, how dare you come over here! Turn on the light if you have the ability!" Through the weak light in the bathroom, one could vaguely see Rong Ling who was bundled into a ball struggling and shaking like a caterpillar, wanting to stand up for a duel. Wen Jinglan couldn't help feeling sorry for the lack of clarity and the inability to imagine the expression on that pretty face at this time, but the punishment this time must be indispensable, that is, the mouth is owed.