"Taste... Dao... like... He..."
"Not bad."
Zhou Ze's chest started to rise and fall. He shook his head like a drunk person. His head felt dizzy and uncomfortable. It was a dream-like feeling as if his consciousness was being torn apart.
Subconsciously, Zhou Ze began to walk forward. His fingernails were very long. They hung low on the ground. As he walked, sparks flew.
It was as if in the backyard of this hotel, everyone else had disappeared and he was the only one left.
It was a very strange feeling. It was like you were driving tiredly. When you came to your senses, you had already driven for a long distance. You couldn't even remember if you were speeding or if you looked at the traffic lights.
