Yin Mingfang silently planned his future while walking through hidden paths. He passed through the back streets of a shopping mall, with rows of unlicensed internet cafes and small, rundown hotels on both sides.
These places were busiest at night, appearing exceptionally silent and quiet during the day.
A tall woman walked towards him, seemingly just out of a bar. She stumbled as she walked, but her outfit showcased her figure, with her extremely short skirt exposing a pair of long white legs. Yin Mingfang glanced at her and couldn’t help but swallow.
Yin Mingfang stepped forward and reached out to support her as she was about to fall to the ground. The woman, in a daze, leaned against his body. The mixture of alcohol and perfume created a unique stimulation.
Perhaps because she was extremely drunk, his action surprisingly received a response. The woman mumbled, and her bare arms wrapped around his neck.
Yin Mingfang was delighted. He decided to take advantage of this unexpected encounter. He pressed the woman against the wall, whispering, “Since you’re asking for it, I won’t hold back.”
Just as he was losing himself, a light laugh suddenly rang in his ear.
Yin Mingfang stopped instantly, as if someone had pressed a switch on his body, and the fire within him vanished without a trace.
He first looked in the direction of the laughter but found no one. So he turned back and viciously bit the woman’s lips in frustration.
“Hehe hehe.”
The same laughter repeated, and again, no one appeared!
A chill crept up his back. Unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, Yin Mingfang no longer had the mood to take advantage of the strange woman.
Just as he was about to throw the woman to the ground, his body suddenly stiffened. In that instant, a terrifyingly horrific feeling rushed up!
The person in his arms was not a fashionable woman at all, but… was actually himself!
Yin Mingfang screamed and threw the person away, stumbling backward and falling to the ground, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
At the moment of throwing, he could clearly feel the motionless heartbeat and cold body temperature. Had he just been embracing and kissing his own corpse?
Yin Mingfang was drenched in sweat, taking a long time to recover.
