Wait a minute, this feeling of soft and tender hands stroking my head... isn't this the same one I felt when I was sleeping?
Song Shuhang subconsciously felt that something was wrong.
He raised his head, and opened his eyes abruptly.
However, there was nothing in front of him.
"?" Rather than easing Song Shuhang's heart, this only made him even more anxious.
What's wrong with me? Why do I keep on feeling that there's a small hand stroking my head?
Did someone cast a curse on me in secret?
While he was in thought, the feeling of a small hand caressing his head returned.
This time, the little hand had become more excessive. It would hold his head and forcibly twist it...
Song Shuhang was forced to turn around and look behind him.
Then, he saw a girl in a black dress squatting in the air behind him while holding his head.
