On the Seven Towers

I am him?

Luo Ling's words seemed to open a floodgate, and many memory fragments suddenly emerged in Xiao Chen's mind: he did not look for a job after graduating from his master's degree, but worked hard to run his own media; he went back to the south to spend the New Year with his parents, and the bits and pieces of his acquaintance and love with Luo Ling... All of these are like books placed in his memory bookcase, but he has never flipped through them, and they have always been here.

In that moment, Xiao Chen felt that the world was no longer alienated from him. When he looked at this room again, it was full of familiarity, a place to eat, a place to chat, a place to eat snacks and watch TV together. He also remembered it, as if he was just one step away...

"It seems that I guessed it right?" Luo Ling looked at him with burning eyes.

"Yes, I remember everything... So many things. I can't even tell who I am now, as if two lives overlapped on a piece of paper. No, that's not right. After sorting it out, I feel that my life has become wider. If I used to drive on a small road, I'm now driving on a wider road. There are two completely different lives in the two lanes, but I'm watching, feeling, and remembering." Xiao Chen scratched his head hard, "But this feeling is so strange. Don't you think I swallowed him?"

"Hmm." Luo Ling held her chin and said, "Then I'll ask you a question, don't think too much and just answer it directly."

"Hmm? Okay." Xiao Chen didn't understand, but still agreed.

Luo Ling smiled and asked, "How about you stop doing self-media and go back to work at the newspaper?"

"Didn't you say you wouldn't mention this again? I'm much freer now. Although the content is not easy to make, it's getting better now. And the artist I found before is not bad. I want to talk to him about long-term cooperation..." Xiao Chen was stunned when he said this. He spoke those words from the bottom of his heart, almost without thinking, and he felt the dissatisfaction, determination and confidence contained in them unconsciously.

"You see, he is there, and only he can say this sentence just now." Luo Ling said, "Maybe after you leave, he will naturally share your memories and emotions, or to put it more, from now on, you are actually one person."

"Don't you think it's strange?"

"Strange? A little bit, but you are not the big devil who took over his body, what should I do?" Luo Ling asked back, "Or, who knows if this is not a higher form of life?"

"Okay, I, I am a little confused now. This problem can be figured out slowly." Xiao Chen drank a glass of juice, "But I have to go back as soon as possible, the situation there is very tense."

"You fell asleep before going there." Luo Ling said.

"Are you asleep? Yes, yes! I'm going to give it a try." Xiao Chen slapped his head and said, "There's a guest room, right? I don't dare sleep on that bed just now."

Luo Ling was angry and amused, and threw the pillow in her hand at his head, "Pretending! All your little thoughts are written on your face. Playing hard to get with me? You're still a little naive."

"Then why don't we go to the place just now?" Xiao Chen whispered.

"Why is it so troublesome? Isn't the sofa big enough?"

"Won't it hurt your waist?" Xiao Chen looked at Luo Ling's half-smiley eyes, and still lay down obediently. He tossed and turned for a long time and said, "I can't seem to sleep."

"Why can't you sleep?"

Xiao Chen said, "Maybe the bed is wrong?"

"You guy. I think you have too many things in your head!"

"That's true. The amount of information I just turned over is too much, and my head is swollen." Xiao Chen said seriously.

"Come with me." Luo Ling stood up and walked into the bedroom.

Xiao Chen rolled off the sofa in excitement, and his knees hit the coffee table. The pain made him want to scream, but he still held back.

But this pause also made him calm down. He knew Luo Ling very well in both worlds. At this point, if she would seduce him, she would not be Luo Ling.

But she ran back to the bedroom, and he was really curious about what she was up to.

Xiao Chen's heart was pounding. He walked to the door of the bedroom and saw Luo Ling sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed with a pillow on her legs.

"What is this?"

"Come here and lie on the pillow with your face up." Luo Ling said.

Xiao Chen lay down as he was told. A faint fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose. He could see Luo Ling's smooth and compact chin and slightly raised lips when he opened his eyes.

Luo Ling stretched out her two hands, inserted them into Xiao Chen's hair, and then pressed them down hard. Her fingers were slender but powerful, and they pressed from his hairline to Baihui acupoint, from the temple to Fengchi acupoint. At the same time, her fingertips also separated many spiritual power threads, gently stimulating Xiao Chen's scalp.

"When I was in middle school, I often had headaches. It hurt so much that I couldn't do my homework or fall asleep. My mother would press my head like this, but this is the first time I use this technique on someone else." Luo Ling said softly while pressing.

Xiao Chen felt immersed in an extremely peaceful and gentle atmosphere. Luo Ling's fingering seemed to touch his soul. It really made him recover from the intense battles these days.

"Thank you." He said, and the response he got was a faint smile.

He slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep unconsciously.

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"He seems to be waking up!" Xiao Chen heard someone say in his ear. The voice was a bit sharp, pulling him out of the quiet atmosphere. Then more and more sounds entered his mind, the sound of metal collision, the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground, the sound of wheels rolling over stone slabs, and the sound of whips and shouts from farther away. All kinds of sounds gathered into a picture called reality.

But Xiao Chen felt that Luo Ling's fingertips were still rubbing his head, but the part where his head was resting became more solid and elastic.

He touched and pinched the side of his head in a daze, and found that there was no pillow. Under the thin robe, it seemed to be a flexible thigh.

"It seems that he is really awake, and his hands are moving."

It was indeed Luo Ling's voice. Xiao Chen opened his eyes and saw Luo Ling's eyes looking at him from above, and he was lying on Luo Ling's legs, on Luo Ling's legs in this world.

"What happened? Did we escape from the dungeon? How long have I been unconscious? Did you rescue Liu Pengfei?" Xiao Chen asked questions like a machine gun while secretly pulling his hand back.