He tingchen's body could not help but shiver. His body leaned against the wall and slowly sank.
It was as if he was instantly in the dirty and chaotic slave market, being whipped and hung up ...
In the dark and damp hell, even though he was in a warm bedroom, he tingchen still felt cold all over, as if he was soaked in a cold river.
Although he tingchen's phone had fallen on the floor, it was still on the line.
He picked up the phone with trembling hands. what do you want to do? "
There was a kind of fear that was the scariest, and that was the experience from when you were young. This kind of fear would not reduce as you grew up.
When no one touched it, it was as if it didn't exist.
However, once someone pulled it out, the fear at that time would come back to you.
This kind of experiment had been done many times, and no one could resist the fear of their childhood.
"I just suddenly thought of you, so I called to ask if you're doing well!"
