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

Little Moon was happy, so she was willing to talk more.

"Anyway, we will definitely meet again."

Qin Mo's eyes moved and he started a conversation:

"Then next time we meet, can you tell me what you know?"

"I'll bring you chocolate."

Little Moon moved her throat and bit off the words of refusal and swallowed them back:

"Row".

His eyes turned and he said mischievously:

"But you have to call my name, otherwise the chocolate will be for nothing."

Not willing to suffer any loss at all.

Xiaoyueliang actually wanted Qin Mo to remember her. This was the first time someone invited her to dinner.

The two made an agreement.

"Remember to throw away the ring on your hand, otherwise I'm afraid you won't live to see me."

Xiaoyue glanced at the silver bracelet on Qin Mo's wrist. Seeing that Qin Mo was about to say something, she grabbed his arm and threw Qin Mo out.

Then Xiaoyue played with the candy and stood at the place where Qin Mo left for a long time.

Qin Mo returned to the dormitory exhausted after a day of classes. He threw the book on the desk and collapsed on the bed.

The quilt placed at the end of the bed, warmed by the sunlight, did not attract the owner's attention at all. Instead, it was kicked by Qin Mo as if it was in the way, and scattered in the corner.

The sunlight outside the window was painted with bright colors by the brush, and the most eye-catching stroke fell on Qin Mo's hair.

The soft black hair was dyed with a light golden color. The interweaving of light and dark shadows made it seem as if every strand of hair was shining with bright light. Everything was so beautiful that it seemed extraordinary.

Beautiful things always attract a lot of coveters, just like flowers blooming in spring always attract people to stop and admire them.

As the sunlight touched Qin Mo for a longer time, the shadow hidden in the darkness could no longer suppress its restless and jealous heart and summoned the dispersed black fog again.

The black fog composed of countless tiny black dots was like a rising wave rushing towards you, annihilating every ray of annoying sunlight in the gloomy black fog.

The fierce black mist dissipated quickly when it was about to touch Qin Mo's book, leaving only a faint wisp like smoke.

It was like a flowing black ribbon gently touching the top of the book, wrapping it up from the gap and placing it on Qin Mo's neatly arranged bookshelf.

Before leaving, he patted the heads of the books gently to keep all the books at the same level.

The satisfied black mist merged into the army and set off again, moving towards its goal.

The closer he got, the more clearly he could hear Qin Mo's tiny breathing echoing in the room, like a well-behaved kitten snoring with its soft belly exposed.

Just a look at Qin Mo, who had let down his guard and was soft, made the black fog stir.

The large patch of black fog seemed to have made some decision and suddenly dispersed, like winter snowflakes lightly falling on Qin Mo's picturesque eyebrows, high nose bridge, fair cheeks and rosy lips.

Qin Mo frowned slightly in his sleep. He had a dream of heavy rain.

On the deserted and dark street, he was holding a torn umbrella and couldn't find his direction or the way back.

I walked alone and numbly, allowing the freezing cold rain to pierce through the protection of the umbrella and hit my face and uncovered neck.

The big raindrops fell on his eyebrows and hit his face quickly. Qin Mo suddenly realized that it was a winter rain.

Only this kind of rain would be icy and biting, and each drop of rain would be like an invisible cold needle piercing into the soft skin.

The coldness seeped into the blood along the veins of the skin, leaving Qin Mo nowhere to hide.

This time in the dream there was only endless coldness, and no familiar figure held him in his arms again, shielding him from the prying eyes in the shadows and the cold rain.

In the dream, Qin Mo's emotions overcame his rationality. As if feeling a little aggrieved, Qin Mo stood still, tightly grasped the umbrella handle, pursed his lips, and looked around blankly, searching for something in the endless darkness.

The black fog in reality suddenly stopped playing and touched Qin Mo's forehead with some joy.

The snowflake-like black mist disappeared silently at the corner of Qin Mo's lips, as if it had turned into water vapor when encountering the scorching sun.

The rain stopped in the dream, and the dim yellow light appeared in front of Qin Mo's eyes again. When the last ray of light disappeared from the corner of his eyes, he heard a small murmur of joy.

So good...

The low, cold voice contained deep affection, as if he was looking at his own naughty little cat.

Who?

Qin Mo loosened his frown, his long eyelashes moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The silver bracelets on the wrists collided gently, making a crisp symphony sound.

The dusk light outside the house quietly hit the dormitory floor, bringing its final curtain call. From time to time, the sound of others laughing and playing could be heard in the corridor, as if the whole world came alive when he opened his eyes.

Qin Mo stretched out his hand and rubbed his slightly painful brow. He forgot to drape the quilt over himself before going to bed, and now he was stretching out the four corners and gently draping it over his body.

Grabbing the corner of the quilt, a hint of doubt flashed in Qin Mo's eyes.

This is strange. Could it be that I was still half asleep and got up to cover myself with a blanket, or did they just come back?

The aroma of food filled the air, and the sour and spicy smell instantly awakened Qin Mo's dormant stomach.

Qin Mo's thoughts were interrupted and he stopped thinking about it. He got up from the bed and prepared to take his meal card to the cafeteria to eat. His outstretched hand paused in the air for a moment before he took out the meal card next to the bookshelf as if nothing had happened.

The moment he closed the dormitory door, Qin Mo turned around for some reason and looked at the empty and silent dormitory.

In the palm-sized space, only his shadow was reflected on the snow-white, cold floor.

The wind blowing through the corridor carried away the stuffy air, and Qin Mo scratched his hair.

Are you sleepy? Something is not right.

Qin Mo blinked a few times, withdrew his gaze, and closed the door.

He comforted himself, maybe he was overthinking...

Qin Mo turned and left without noticing that the shadow cast by the light on the floor did not follow him but turned around and was quietly watching his gradually receding figure.

Xu Xiaolou sipped some noodles and looked up to see Qin Mo sitting in front of him. He tilted his head and asked with his big watery eyes:

"Aren't you sleepy? We agreed to pack something for you."

Qin Mo picked up the chopsticks and said casually, "I just woke up."

"By the way, have you just returned to the dormitory?"

Qin Mo wanted to talk about the strange dream he had just had, but after a moment of hesitation, he suddenly felt that there was nothing to say.

Hua Chi glanced at Qin Mo who was concentrating on eating, pressed down Xu Xiaolou's furry head and reached out to rub it:

"No unconscious cuteness allowed."

Xu Xiaolou blinked his round eyes, his amber pupils emitting sparks, and with a snap he knocked Hua Chi's dog paw away:

"Get lost! How can a 1.80-meter-tall man like me act cute?"

It's all because of your baby face that I've been misled. If the tiger doesn't show its might, you'll think I'm a kitten.

A smile flashed in Hua Chi's eyes and he said soothingly:

"......Okay, okay, you 1.80-meter-tall man, hurry up and eat your powder, it's all clumping together."

Xu Xiaolou looked down and screamed, "My fan."

Qin Mo and Hua Chi looked at each other and smiled in tacit understanding, not caring that their questions did not get answers.

Xu Xiaolou hurriedly slurped down the last mouthful of noodles. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief and looked up, he was attracted by a purple mark on the back of Qin Mo's neck.

The tiny scars look like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, bright and eye-catching.

Got hit?

Huh? Before Xu Xiaolou could take a closer look, the small mark on the back of Qin Mo's neck disappeared.

Dazzled!

Xu Xiaolou rubbed his eyes and looked at the back of Qin Mo's neck again.