At night, Han Sheng felt his face was a little itchy. He scratched it and tightened the quilt. It was very cold.

However, something was still wrong. He opened his eyes in a daze and saw a face less than 5 centimeters away from his head. Han Sheng was so startled that he raised his head and was about to sit up, but his forehead bumped into the person in front of him.

.Not painful but very cold.

The man stood up straight, his forehead already dented.

Han Sheng wiped his eyes: "Zhao...Zhao Qifei. Why is your face so careless?"

Zhao Qifei looked at him with a strange livid expression on his face: "I want to sleep with you tonight."

"Are you crazy? Go to sleep by yourself." Han Sheng was a little angry and kept messing around most of the night.

"Then, I want to leave my quilt to you." Zhao Qifei stared at him.

"No!" Han Sheng yawned and prepared to lie down and continue sleeping.

Zhao Qifei's face became more and more ugly, and he seemed to be getting more and more anxious. He stretched out his hand and pulled off his ear. Because he pulled it too fast, a wisp of blood flew out in a jet shape.

"Ah!" Han Sheng screamed in shock. Is that thing he has flesh? Pull it if you want.

"I want to leave my quilt to you!" Zhao Qifei repeated again.

"No... don't! You are really crazy!" Han Sheng stretched out his head and looked around, wanting to ask for help. But the other two people in the dormitory seemed to be sleeping deeply.

Zhao Qifei then pulled off his nose, flattened it like a gummy candy and held it in his hand. Blood spattered Han Sheng's face.

Zhao Qifei's head, which was missing ears and no nose, looked bare and bloody, which made people feel disgusted. He opened his mouth and began to say for the third time: "I want to make my quilt..."

"Okay! Okay! I want it!" Han Sheng was worried that if he didn't agree again, Zhao Qifei wouldn't know what to grab next.

Zhao Qifei's mouth was open, and his teeth were so bloody that he couldn't see clearly. His lips moved, but there was no sound, but Han Sheng understood. He was saying "thank you". After a long time, Zhao Qifei walked back to his room slowly and stiffly.

Next to the bed, lie down, carefully cover yourself with quilt, close your eyes and start to sleep.

Han Sheng got out of bed shivering, washed the blood on his face, calmed down, and lay down.

When he woke up the next day, Han Sheng jumped up and lifted up Zhao Qifei's quilt: "Zhao Qifei, get up!" When he lifted it up, the quilt was empty. But Zhao Qifei's quilt was actually clean, with no trace of blood at all. Han Sheng

The student felt a little dizzy and scratched his hair at a loss.

Wang Can was woken up and stretched out: "Stop looking, that kid didn't come back last night. This guy is used to skipping classes, so he might have sneaked home to play."

Lu Meng propped up half of his body: "He's back! He didn't say a word when he came back last night and just lay down on the bed. He's not in the dormitory now, maybe he left early."

"Not back!"

"I'm back!"

Han Sheng felt that his head was full of paste. What happened last night must have been just a dream. He looked at Zhao Qifei's quilt and couldn't help but shudder.

Unclaimed quilt

The wind outside was howling, and the temperature was several degrees below zero, which was very cold.

At night, Han Sheng looked at Zhao Qifei's empty quilt and struggled in his mind whether to take it over. But the dream last night made him still have lingering fears. While he was struggling, Lu Meng ran over from the bed and picked up Zhao Qifei.

He was wearing a quilt and muttering: "It's so cold, it's so cold!"

Come on! There's no point in struggling, just go to sleep. Han lay down with an angry bulge.
Chapter completed!