On this anxiety-ridden night, a silver-haired youth who believed he was a fork found himself becoming the cake on the dinner plate.
Early the next morning.
Wenxiu Lord was the first to wake up, feeling a profound sense of physical discomfort.
Having spent the entire night cradled tightly in Tom Riddle's arms, both his arms and legs had gone completely numb.
Hearing the steady rhythm of breathing from right above him, Wenxiu Lord struggled uncomfortably and twitched twice.
With the silver-haired youth by his side, Tom Riddle's sleeping hours had grown progressively longer.
At present, there was not the slightest sign of him waking up; instead, he subconsciously tightened his arms, pulling Wenxiu Lord even closer.
With his static-filled arms compressed like that, Wenxiu Lord couldn't hold back and let out a yelp on the spot.
"Ah!"
This unique alarm clock woke the sleeping Tom Riddle. Opening his eyes and seeing the silver-haired youth right before him, he instinctively wanted to bury his face in the crook of the youth's neck.
"No, no, no! Don't move yet!" Enduring the aching numbness radiating from every part of his body, Wenxiu Lord felt as though even his cerebellum had gone numb.
Unfortunately, only his mouth could move right now. "Good Voldy, all my limbs are numb, I beg you, please stop moving."
Tom Riddle, who had been about to slide his arm out from around the youth's waist, froze mid-motion, maintaining that rigid, completely motionless posture.
After a long while, We…
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