Global Erosion: Non-Human Claims to Be My Mr.

"My...bride...you..."

Qin Mo suddenly opened his eyes, his suddenly dilated pupils still showing a strong sense of fear.

His alert eyes subconsciously scanned his surroundings, and familiar things came into view.

The warm breath slowly climbed up his stiff and cold limbs to his neck and enveloped his entire body, and Qin Mo's body suddenly relaxed.

He covered his chest and gasped, his chest constantly floating to soothe the pain of suffocation.

I still seem to hear that low, cold voice calling faintly in my ears...

Qin Mo came back to his senses after a trance and pinched his palm until his fair skin turned red and slightly broke, and then he let go because of the pain.

The clear feeling of pain seemed to finally wake Qin Mo from his cold and sticky dream. His long eyelashes flickered slowly, carrying a sense of fragility under the bright moonlight.

"Why did I have this dream again......."

Qin Mo reached out and touched his sweat-soaked hair, and muttered to himself with his thin lips slightly parted.

Ever since the last club building, he has been having a nightmare.

Endless black shadows danced around him, and there were intermittent low murmurs in the darkness. If you listened carefully, it seemed like someone was repeating his name in a low voice over and over again.

If it was just an accidental nightmare, Qin Mo would not have taken it to heart, but he had this dream for a week straight.

And at the end of every dream, she would always call him "bride" with a smile and affectionately.

The end of a nightmare is a sweet cry, and the end of fear is actually sweet candy. Qin Mo can't do anything about it.

When he first had this dream he just thought he should find someone he liked and have a relationship with, but when he heard the low murmur.

It was like a slap in the face, and Qin Mo suddenly had no idea what was going on.

In the dream, the person called him bride...

Call...him! ...the bride!

She actually called a grown man her bride!!!

It seems that this is no longer a matter of finding someone to fall in love with...

Although he hasn't had anyone he likes so far, there's no sign that he likes boys, let alone the one who's called the bride.

After waking up from the dream, Qin Mo was in a trance for several days. During this period, Qin Mo never had that dream again. When he finally forgot about it, he fell into the endlessly repetitive dream again.

Qin Mo, who hadn't slept well for half a month, wondered distressedly when he had owed such a "debt of love".

After thinking about it, there were many men and women who confessed to him, but no one could match the voice in his dream.

He thought about all the people close to him, but still couldn't find the right person, so he had to give up for the time being.

Qin Mo sighed silently after thinking to no avail, with a hint of annoyance between his brows. He closed his eyes helplessly and lay on the bed in the dormitory, slowing down his breathing.

Even if he couldn't sleep, he had to move quietly. He was living in the school dormitory now, and he had classes tomorrow, and his two roommates and childhood friends were still sleeping soundly.

Qin Mo listened to the snoring of Xu Xiaolou and Hua Chi, and couldn't help feeling a sense of relief and envy.

Thinking back to the first time he had this dream, he couldn't help but sit up and scream because he was so scared, but now that he was mature, he had learned to close his eyes and calm himself down.

Just as Qin Mo closed his eyes and skillfully let himself fall asleep again, a black mist was slowly gathering around the one-meter-high iron bed in the dormitory and winding up along the legs.

Like a giant black snake, it was climbing up the tree with its slender body.

As if purposefully moving towards Qin Mo, the black mist covering the entire bed quietly swallowed up all the moonlight on the bed.

Finally, she stopped at Qin Mo's pillow and gently wiped away the last trace of bright moonlight on his cheek.

He then rubbed the area covered by the moonlight back and forth, as if wiping away the dust on a clean and tidy table.

Qin Mo, lying on the bed, was immersed in endless darkness, like a prey being swallowed by a giant snake.

After doing all this, the black mist lazily retreated to Qin Mo's feet as if it was satisfied, dispersing and condensing, and finally formed a black human-shaped shadow.

The black shadow merged into the bed curtains that blended into the darkness, as if it had never appeared.

Qin Mo turned over in his deep sleep, causing the quilt to slide off his body and hang half on the guardrail beside the bed, revealing half of his white and bony calves.

The bed curtains moved without wind. Under the moonlight, a black shadow suddenly appeared, stretched out and then quickly shortened, like a spring that could be stretched at will.

The paper-thin shadow easily and silently moved the quilt that had half-slid to the side of the bed and pulled it back to cover Qin Mo.

Covered with the quilt, the black shadow stayed quietly aside like an ignorant and emotionless shadow in the sun.

Not aware of the flow of time, I just sit quietly in a corner.

The long curtain at the head of the bed was blown up by the evening breeze, revealing Qin Mo's rosy face and snow-white wrists as he was sleeping.

The shadow standing beside the empty bed had already disappeared completely.

Come quietly and leave quietly.

In the early morning, a familiar vibration sounded beside his pillow, but before he could say anything, Qin Mo turned off the alarm on his phone.

Out of habit, he lingered in bed for a while before quickly getting up and washing up.

After putting down his toiletries, Qin Mo picked up his phone, glanced at the time and started to act.

"Xu Xiaolou, get up."

Qin Mo raised his voice and pulled aside the bed curtain that was in the way, revealing a quilt that looked like a spring roll.

At Qin Mo's cold voice, a furry head slowly emerged from the narrow end, revealing a young man in his twenties.

Xu Xiaolou replied in a daze: "Okay." The boy's voice was muffled, and he was obviously not fully awake yet.

"morning".

On the other side, Hua Chi, the roommate who heard Qin Mo's voice, quickly opened the curtains and said with a smile.

Qin Mo: “Good morning.”

Seeing that both of them were awake, Qin Mo turned around and left to pack up the books he would need later.

"You nympho! Are you going to die so early in the morning?"

Xu Xiaolou grabbed the flying pillow and threw it back onto Hua Chi's bed with a fierce look.

Hua Chi grabbed the pillow that flew back and looked at Xu Xiaolou in shock:

"Oh my goodness! Xiaolou! It feels like a whole night since we last saw each other."

"I've become even stronger after going out."

Xu Xiaolou: “???”.

He turned to look at Qin Mo for help, and saw that Qin Mo was also looking at him with interest.

Xu Xiaolou felt a little uncomfortable and scratched his messy hair and said jokingly: "I know I'm handsome, but you...you don't have to look at me like that!"

Hua Chi spat and said, "Xiao Lou, people should know themselves."

"Could it be that my power has declined and I can't even beat you? Something is wrong..."

Hua Chi looked at the pillow in his hand with a look of self-doubt and muttered to himself.

Xu Xiaolou was furious when he heard this, he rolled his eyes at Hua Chi and said happily:

"Bah, it's obviously me who is awesome!"

Qin Mo smiled and said:

"In these two weeks, Huachi, you haven't hit Xiaolou once."

Hua Chi was stunned when he heard this, and for a moment he said loudly:

"It's impossible. Xu Xiaolou is such a slow-moving person...how is it possible..."

Qin Mo smiled but said nothing.

It really is......

How could Xu Xiaolou, who has always been a step behind, dodge my attacks with a strong sense of movement? Once or twice is fine...

Hua Chi paused and frowned as she looked at Qin Mo who was thinking. Her eyes flickered and she laughed loudly and changed the subject:

"Maybe our little building has become much bigger."

"Luck is also part of strength!"

After saying that, he hid in the bathroom and no longer paid attention to Xu Xiaolou who was sitting on the bed with his teeth bared in anger.

Qin Mo looked back at the lighted bathroom thoughtfully and continued to pack his things.