Mo Niannian found the address she registered at the school.

In a rental house in a very old community, Mo Niannian climbed in from the balcony.

This house... looks exactly like what it looks like, a small single room filled with sundries.

Mo Niannian walked around a lot and found nothing but strangers.

She found a photo in the corner.

In the photo, a girl and her grandma are cuddling each other and smiling happily.

Even his appearance gave Mo Niannian no sense of familiarity.

She touched her face and temporarily suppressed her doubts.

She found something to eat, and then found all the cash in the room.

A few hundred yuan is not enough to pay for medical expenses.

The only good news is that although this single room is rented, she has paid half a year's rent at a time, and there are still two or three months until the next rent payment.

Everything in the refrigerator was broken. Mo Niannian threw everything into the trash can and dug out a bag of bread.

She took a look at the production date and saw that it had expired within two days.

There is no way, she is really too poor now.

As long as it's not expired, you can still eat it.

She tore open the package and took a bite.

She thought about what to do next.

She has no memory at all, the things around her are full of doubts, and she owes a huge amount of money.

No matter which one it is, it gives people a headache.

What she didn't notice was that the bread she had bitten had a slight dent.

Along the spot where she bit her.

It's like... it overlaps with her bite marks.

I don't know why, but the room was a little cold. Mo Niannian closed the window, and the cold feeling became even stronger.

She looked around and found nothing.

She sat on the sofa and calculated her remaining assets. The top priority was to buy a mobile phone. Without a mobile phone, everything would be inconvenient.

There was a slight depression next to her sofa, and a cold breath came from the side beside her.

It's such a hot day and she has closed the window. What's going on?

Mo Niannian didn't understand. It happened to be too hot, so she couldn't bear to turn on the fan, so something cool was just right.

She was injured several times on her body, and the wounds did not heal. They were bleeding and the smell of blood was a bit strong.

She smelled it and felt a little disgusted.

Although the doctor said not to touch the water, she really couldn't help it.

Wiping it with a handkerchief to avoid the wound shouldn't count as touching the water, right?

Mo Niannian reached out and slowly unbuttoned his collar.

The delicate swan neck and beautiful collarbone are exposed to the air little by little.

She was also injured on her neck, with one or two red marks on her white jade-like neck.

The air became colder.

I don't know why, but Mo Niannian felt very nervous, as if he was being watched.

Mo Niannian looked around suspiciously, and then she turned around.

She unbuttoned her clothes and changed out of her blood-stained coat.

There was an icy cold breath coming from behind. If Mo Niannian hadn't made sure that there was no one behind her, she almost thought she was stuck on an ice cube.

At the same time, there was a gentle touch on her back, which was a little wet.

Is this... the sequelae of a car accident??

Are there any problems with your sensory nerves?

Why does this feel so much like a ghost?

Rather than encountering ghosts, she would rather believe that there was something wrong with her nerves.

I must ask the hospital carefully another day to find out what is going on.

Because of this little incident, Mo Niannian didn't even dare to take a shower and got into bed.

There should be no ghosts in this world, right?

The more she thought about it, the more suspicious she became.

The quilt that she had made tightly was lifted for some reason.

A cold breath came in.

Now in May and June, it is the hottest time.

If you hold a thermometer on one side, the temperature outside is definitely above thirty-five.

But she suspected that the temperature of her bed was no more than fifteen degrees.

It's too cold.

Mo Niannian tried to squeeze the quilt tightly again.

The cool breath touched her.

It was cold and had no warmth at all.

If you feel it carefully, you can also detect a hint of smoothness.

Mo Niannian, "..."

We are prosperous, democratic, civilized and harmonious, but she is a person who has received modern education. How can she believe in this theory of ghosts and gods?

Fake, all fake.

Didn't the doctor tell her that she was too seriously injured before and anything could happen?

Maybe the car accident damaged the sensory nerves in her brain, causing her to feel abnormally.

Mo Niannian hypnotized himself over and over again, trying to fall asleep.

The cold breath went around her waist, came to her back, and enveloped her whole body.

It's a bit cold, but in this weather, it's just right.

Just when Mo Nian Nian was almost getting used to it and was drifting off to sleep, the cold breath became more and more insistent.

The feeling moved from her back to her waist.

It stayed on her waist for a long time.

It's like a caress.

Then, the cold and moist breath spread from the corner of her mouth to her neck and collarbone...

Mo Niannian, "..."

Outrageous.

Just how outrageous his mother was.

Is it possible that she is really terminally ill?

The cool breath continued to wrap around her.

Somewhat familiar.

Mo Niannian fell asleep under this breath.

After a while, a sound like a sigh sounded in the air.

That night, Mo Niannian had a dream.

In the dream, she was imprisoned in the arms of a man whose face she could not see clearly.

That man... pulled her and kissed every inch of her skin.

caressing.

Take her down with you.

The feeling was so strong, as if it really happened.

As a result, Mo Niannian felt a little dazed when he woke up, and couldn't tell whether it was a dream or not.

No, this feeling was so weird and terrifying, she was actually so horny that she had an erotic dream.
To be continued...