C17 Selling Contract

Xia Ye suddenly sat up, covered in sweat.

There were no toad eggs around, and he was not in the bathtub, nor were there any giant monsters with catfish heads.

He had just had a very real nightmare.

He subconsciously looked at the window beside him. The dark night was strangely quiet.

The sound of text notifications appeared unusually abrupt in the night.

I'm downstairs