Song Nanxing got himself a boyfriend.
A physics professor at Tong University.
Thirty years old, 188 cm tall, handsome with long legs, gentle and attentive—he was everything Song
Nanxing had ever dreamed of.
On one date, after a movie, the two strolled home hand-in-hand. Under the streetlights, even Professor Shen’s shadow looked more elegant than anyone else’s—
…And noisier.
Beneath the lamp’s glow, his elongated shadow split into multiple tendrils, writhing like tentacles behind him, whispering in low, eerie voices:
“He smells so good…”
“Let’s take him back to the nest and hide him…”
