Horror Game Designer

About fifteen minutes later, Gao Ming observed the states of his father and mother. He used a small spoon to scoop out a piece of cream and put it in his mouth.,“Every time Dad and Mom came home, there were more candles on the cake. Eighteen was coming-of-age, so when eighteen candles appeared, that was my pass.”,Closing the bedroom door, Gao Ming felt the temperature in the room begin to rise. The news on television became clearer, and the storm outside seemed even more real.。