"Ahh

Tong Wanwan broke down and screamed.

Don't, don't, don't let her be like this, she's not like that.

"Wanwan~~~Wanwan~~~ I'm you~~~I'm you~~~" In the mirror, the girl beckoned to her, and her snow-white and tender hands became rotten to expose bones, and there were maggots everywhere on her arms and legs.

"I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen!" Tong Wanwan shook her head.

She covered her ears.

It's all fake, it's all fake, it's an illusion!

She couldn't bear to look at herself like this anymore, and turned to face another mirror.

The woman inside was still wearing her underwear and smirked.

The mirror behind her is the girl's mournful cry, like an abandoned doll, shattered.

She couldn't stay any longer.

Tong Wanwan wanted to pick up the white dress on the ground and put it on, and then go out as soon as possible.

She told herself that she couldn't hallucinate and manipulate, or she wouldn't be able to pull it out.

She tried to bend down, but found that her body could not move, and in the mirror, Locho had an extra dagger in her hand.

What is she going to do!

In the mirror, Locho raised his dagger and stabbed himself in the stomach.

The severe pain hit, Tong Wanwan couldn't breathe in pain, looked down at his stomach, and blood splattered out.

She covered her wounds, her aching lips turned white, and cold sweat hung down.

Then there was a sharp pain in her arms, legs, face, and all parts of her body, and blood smeared on the ground.

She couldn't tell if it was true or false, but she was really in pain!

Locho in the mirror stretched the knife to his neck, and once the carotid artery was cut, he would definitely die......

Fear really surrounded Tong Wanwan, she wanted to escape, but she couldn't move, she wanted to shout for help, and a little sound came out of her throat.

The real one is called the heavens and the earth.

The knife grazed his neck, and Tong Wanwan closed her eyes in despair.

The next second, someone tapped her on the shoulder, and a familiar voice sounded in her ears, "Locho, Locho?" ”

From virtual to real, when she opened it again, Song Yuexiu's face that appeared in front of her, she touched her neck, there was no blood and no pain.

Coming back to life from despair, she hugged Song Yuexiu and cried, "I'm not dead, I'm still alive, I'm not dead......"

"How can you die if you stand stupidly in front of a mirror? Hysteria again? Song Yuexiu said coldly and hardly, but patted her head very gently in action.

Tong Wanwan couldn't hear what he said, she breathed hard the smell of his body.

There is a sense of security!

She wished she could bite his finger and absorb some of his blood, so that she would not be controlled by such a terrible illusion.

Her face kept rubbing against his chest, and she was wearing underwear and underwear, which was a double stimulation to Song Yuexiu both tactile and visual.

He was hugged and rubbed by her, and he reacted somewhere, "Okay, you loosen up first and put on your clothes." ”

"Hug a little longer!" She also had to feel his temperature.

"Go home and hug again!" Song Yuexiu breathed heavily.

"I don't want it, just hug it here!"

"It's the locker room! Be sensible! ”

If you hold it again, it's him who is irrational!

Song Yuexiu pushed her head away, forcibly pulled her away, picked up the clothes on the ground and handed them to her, and ordered, "Put it on!" ”

Tong Wanwan was pushed by him, and she was finally sober.

looked at himself in the mirror wearing only underwear, and his face exploded red.

Oh, my God!

She's naked all the time!

She bowed her head, took the clothes from his hand, and hurriedly put them on.

The zipper on the back can't be closed.

Song Yuexiu approached, standing behind her, her hands on her waist, "I'll come!" ”