In the darkness, the mattress sinks and her body is covered with blurred figures. Her hands stretch out in disorder, and then she is caught, clasping tightly with her bony fingers.

"I asked you what you wanted just now." Ye Zhao's voice was low.

"So?" The line of sight adapts more, the field of vision is wider, and more can be seen dimly.

"I wanted to do that then." Ye Zhao pulled her hand down gradually. For a moment, she wanted to retract her hand and was quickly caught to continue the action she had just done.

"No!" Ye Shui-Mo woke up suddenly. "There are bugs and things like that!"...