With a groggy head

With a groggy head, a cold body, and a feeling of discomfort all over the body, the only consciousness left was the sentence I wrote before going to bed.

"When did my health get so bad?" Fang Xing couldn't help but think.

After graduation, he worked as a full-time writer and lived in a single-room rented house in a small city. His usual habit was just to type at home and occasionally go out to buy daily necessities. He lacked physical exercise, but he was only in his twenties and his body was It can't be this bad anyway.

He was not surprised by the sentence that kept echoing in his mind. He thought about it day and night.

Recently, he is writing a fan novel about the Demonic Forbidden City. His name is similar to Accelerator. As he loves this character so much, he naturally chose this role.

His poor physical condition made him wonder if there was something wrong with his body. He struggled to open his eyes and felt a dry feeling coming from his eyes.

What came into his eyes was darkness. "Is it midnight?" Fang Xing fumbled for his phone with his hands. This was his habit when sleeping, and he put his phone within reach.

But the feeling when I hold it is not that of a mobile phone, but a cold touch.

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