The gloomy sky made the room dim and oppressive as well.
Lin Beichen was lying comfortably on the soft bed. This sleep was especially sweet; it had been a long time since he'd slept this soundly.
The only flaw was, sometime in the middle of the night, something started pressing down on half of his body.
But strangely, that weight didn't make him feel uncomfortable at all—on the contrary, it gave him a kind of indescribable sense of comfort. So he didn't force himself to wake up.
After all, Lin Beichen was quite confident in his Perception. As soon as danger or hostility approached, he'd immediately notice it. And right now, he wasn't sensing any hint of hostility or danger.
He had no idea how long he'd slept. Lin Beichen only felt that his arm was being pressed so hard the blood couldn't circulate, numb to the point it was about to cramp.
He opened his eyes in a daze.
The moment his eyes opened, his hair stood on end and his heart started pounding uncontrollably.
