Reaching out lazily, Collin finally grabbed his quilt after who knows how many years. He buried his head in the quilt and rubbed it, and smelled the long and familiar scent of a certain brand of laundry detergent.
Although he had left this world for a long time, some habits were still as unforgettable as instincts. Closing his eyes and touching under the pillow, Collin indeed found a mobile phone that he hadn't used for a long time.
At the same time, his waist was firmly held by a pair of large hands behind him.
"Stop it, I'm itchy." All the fighting skills fell into silence because of the familiar breath. Collin changed into a comfortable position in Dylan's arms, and then unlocked the phone with a touch of fingerprint.
At 11 o'clock on December 13th, two days had passed since he entered the game. The space was correct, but there was a slight deviation in time. It seemed that his time positioning ability needed to be improved.
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