Room 4.
The room was pitch black.
The person on the bed had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
The eyeballs under the eyelids moved rapidly.
He clutched the quilt tightly, and the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.
Xiang Heng looked at the pitch-black room in front of him, breathing rapidly, and turned on the desk lamp weakly. Thinking about the dream he had just had, he was still frightened.
He took a break for a while, then got up to drink some water, but when he drank it he found that the water was filled with crawling worms.
Instinctively, Xiang Heng threw the cup away, but there was no sound of glass breaking as he had imagined, and the desk lamp flickered.
A pair of polished leather shoes appeared before his eyes, slowly moving upwards, and a pair of eye-catching blood-red eyes stared at him emotionlessly.
At this time, the desk lamp stopped flickering, and Xiang Heng could see the other person's handsome face clearly.
Xiang Heng stepped back repeatedly, looking at him warily, "What do you want to do to me again?"
Ji Bohan curled his lips, but instead of answering, he made a gesture to silence the other person, "Shh...be quiet, don't disturb others' sleep."
He played with the water cup in his hand and said with a half-smile, "Throwing water cups around in the middle of the night is very rude. Didn't your parents teach you that?"
Without waiting for Xiang Heng to answer, he exaggeratedly pretended to have suddenly realized something, "Oh, look at this young master's memory. I forgot that you have no parents, only a wicked grandmother. By the way, are other people's lives useful?"
Ji Bohan's smile was extremely fake.
Hearing this, Xiang Heng's face turned pale and he stood straight, "I don't know what you are talking about."
Ji Bohan clicked his tongue impatiently. "Just now downstairs, I read all your memories. Could it be that your memories are fake?"
Xiang Heng lowered his eyes and remained silent.
"The person whose life you borrowed lives next door to you. What do you think he will do if I tell him about this?" Ji Bohan smiled innocently.
Xiang Heng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He looked at him angrily, "What on earth do you want to do? We have no grudges against each other, so why are you pestering me?!"
"Clinging to you?" Ji Bohan chuckled strangely, "Don't be so ambiguous. There's someone who likes me. If he hears, he'll be sad. Oh, I haven't told you who he is yet. He's Feng Yanxi, your neighbor. Hmm...what a nice name, and he's so cute too. It's so warm to hug him. I really want to kiss him."
Upon hearing this, Xiang Heng's expression darkened, his brows filled with hostility. "Shut up! I won't let you get close to him!"
Ji Bohan's smile disappeared instantly, and he looked at him coldly, "What qualifications do you have to say that? Hmm? If I hadn't been here for sixty years, he would have died this afternoon."
The color on Xiang Heng's face suddenly faded halfway, and his lips trembled a few times. "Don't worry about it, I will find a way to prolong his life."
Ji Bohan looked at him and sneered repeatedly. This man was so selfish in both his past life and this life.
"Okay, I'll wait and see." Ji Bohan said, and was about to leave when Xiang Heng called him.
"Wait, why are you helping Feng Yanxi?"
Ji Bohan looked back at him and said, "It's simple, because he understands me." It's rare to find someone who can understand what someone has been thinking about all his life just by looking at a landscape painting.
And of course he could see his pocket watch.
The pocket watch is the habitat of his soul, they are one with each other, and the pocket watch is his weakness. He never lets others see it, but this person saw it at a glance, and not only saw it but could also touch it.
He originally just wanted to swallow his soul to prevent future troubles, but unexpectedly this person was quite interesting.
Now it seems that the person in front of him likes him, and the sweetheart of the person he hates the most likes him. It’s very interesting to think about it.
Hmm... interesting, really interesting.
The more Ji Bohan thought about it, the more excited he became. The next second, he passed through the wall and went straight to Yan Xi's room.
Looking at someone who is sleeping, I find it pleasing no matter how I look at them.
So cute.
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