"Dear, why did you open your eyes?" A woman's voice came from the side, "Do you know how long it took me to stick them together?"
Chu Ping felt something touch his cheek, and a cold feeling spread throughout his body instantly.
"Don't be afraid, my dear, I am willing to spend more time in order to make you perfect."
The woman with disheveled hair walked up to Chu Ping, caressed his cheek, and said such gentle words to him.
But no matter how gentle these words were, they still sounded so terrifying to Chu Ping's ears.
The woman's slender fingers gently touched Chu Ping's eyes, and strands of blood spread from her fingertips, then penetrated deeply into Chu Ping's eyes.
Chu Ping's world was dyed red with blood, and he couldn't see everything in front of him clearly. He just felt that the figure in front of him should be the woman, and then he felt that something was trying to penetrate through his eyes.
Chu Ping tried his best to stop it. He didn't want to fall into the darkness again. It was like an abyss. Putting his body there, surrounded by terror, it was hell for Chu Ping.
Just when Chu Ping was struggling to resist the bloodshot invasion of the woman's hand, suddenly a breath of despair came towards him.
In an instant, Chu Ping was enveloped in a blood mist, and the smell of blood that was originally just faint suddenly became rich.
The blood threads that emerged from the woman's fingers began to spread to all parts of Chu Ping's body. His head, body, and limbs were instantly wrapped in blood threads, like a huge blood cocoon.
"Honey, don't you want to be with me?"
The woman's voice came again, but this time, in addition to being cold, there was also despair, as if Chu Ping's choice just now had broken the other person's heart.
The huge despair condensed into blood mist, hovering around the blood cocoon formed by Chu Ping, and then kept clinging to it, forming a new blood cocoon again.
Chu Ping's vision gradually became blurred, and the originally bloody world gradually turned into darkness.
"Am I going to die?"
Chu Ping was still unwilling to give in. He wanted to resist, but in front of that woman, he was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, with no power to fight back.
In an instant, the blood cocoon formed by the blood mist completely swallowed Chu Ping, and even the bloody world turned into darkness. In Chu Ping's world, only the desperate cry of the woman was left.
Chu Ping woke up suddenly. The blood that had been swallowed up by darkness was no longer there, replaced by light.
The chandelier swayed overhead, casting Chu Ping's shadow on the table.
Everything seemed so unreal.
"······"
Chu Ping couldn't believe that it was just a dream, and it was still so real, and he seemed uneasy.
"Is it really just a dream?"
Chu Ping looked around. Everything he had just experienced in his dream was still vivid in his mind. After Chu Ping saw everything around him clearly, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This is my home, with familiar tables, familiar chairs, and familiar lights.
Chu Ping forced out a rare smile. Unexpectedly, he fell asleep on the table and had such a real and terrifying dream.
Chu Ping looked up at the time. The clock on the wall showed that the time was 11:58.
The surroundings were quiet except for the ticking sound of the second hand on the wall clock.
"It's almost twelve o'clock. It's time to go to bed. There are two interviews tomorrow. I hope I can meet a good boss."
Chu Ping was startled. He felt that this sentence was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had said it.
Forget it, since I can't think of it, I won't think about it anymore, let's go to bed first.
Chu Ping stood up from the chair a little tiredly, and then stretched deeply.
His eyes glanced at the wall clock on the wall. The hour and minute hands overlapped and pointed in the direction of 12.
"Creak——"
A door in the room was gently pushed open.
Chu Ping was dumbfounded. He didn't remember that there was anyone else in his home.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."
A birthday song came out from the ajar door, and a woman's figure quietly walked in from the kitchen, holding a birthday cake in her hand.
The cake was covered with fruits, and in the middle was something colorful that looked like jam, with the words "Happy Birthday" written on it.
The four words were surrounded by birthday candles, and the flickering candlelight reflected on the woman's face.
The woman looks very delicate and belongs to the category of beauties. She is tall and fair-skinned. She wears a pair of tight jeans on her lower body and a white printed T-shirt on her upper body. Her silky long hair is scattered on her shoulders like a waterfall. One can’t help but take a second look.
When he saw the woman coming out of the kitchen, Chu Ping had no reaction. At most, his brain was short-circuited. He was still thinking about who such a beautiful woman was. But when he saw the cake, the memory hidden in the bottom of his mind , surged out as if a switch had been touched.
Chu Ping's body was like a sieve, shaking constantly. He couldn't understand how he could still see that cake and that woman even though he was already awake.
"Honey, what's wrong with you?"
When the woman saw Chu Ping's appearance, she showed a very surprised expression. She just thought that Chu Ping was sick, so she leaned over and gently touched his forehead with her hand.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable? It feels like your fever hasn't completely gone away yet. Why don't you sit down and take a rest first."
A faint aroma entered Chu Ping's nose.
Chu Ping looked down and saw that the woman's clothes were already loose, and now she was very close to Chu Ping. From Chu Ping's angle, he could just see the beauty under the clothes.
If he had never had that dream, Chu Ping would be willing to enjoy this charming atmosphere, but for him now, Chu Ping would not enjoy it even if the other person was naked.
Chu Ping's body was a little stiff and he didn't know how to answer the other party.
The woman seemed to notice something strange about Chu Ping, and followed his gaze. A blush instantly appeared on her cheeks, and then she lightly punched Chu Ping's chest with a shy look on her face.
"You're a pervert, you're still thinking about doing bad things before your body is in good shape."
Chu Ping felt miserable.
It's so pitiful that I don't have any ideas. No, I don't dare to have any ideas. I'm afraid that if I have an idea, I'll turn myself into a blood cocoon and hang myself up.
The woman pushed Chu Ping back onto the chair, and then pushed the cake filled with candles in front of Chu Ping.
"My dear, today is your birthday."
"1, 2, 3, 4...16, 17, 18."
Chu Ping didn't listen to the woman at all, he just stared at the cake and carefully counted the candles on it. When he counted to 18, he gave up completely.
Damn it, you are trying to kill me!
