With an indescribable dryness in my mouth, I slowly awoke, clutching my head. The surroundings were dim and unfamiliar, filling me with unease. I could only sit up, still clutching my head, staring blankly at the room's emerging outline.
Because I didn't know where I was… or even who I was…
Yes, it felt as if an impenetrable fog shrouded my mind. Every time I tried to understand who I was, I would lose myself in it, accompanied by an unbearable pain—a feeling as if each nerve was being stretched and then poked and stirred with a toothpick.
But it wasn't entirely without results. My name seemed to be… uh… Xing. And there seemed to be a very important woman's name… Xue? Hmm, no, Yu? That didn't seem right either?
And then Ying… Zhi… Lan… seemed incomplete. My headache suddenly intensified. I let out a low growl, but in a flash, the first complete name emerged, pieced together from the clues. "Xue Tang."
"Xue Tang…" I repeated the name, feeling a warm, tingling sensation and a sweet, honey-like feeling spread through my heart. At the same time, a deep sense of guilt surfaced. I seemed to like—no, I deeply loved—the owner of this name, and simultaneously felt a strong sense of guilt towards her.
I realized that I had to find the owner of this name. Perhaps only by finding her could I find myself again.
Having made this initial decision, I decided to find out where I was.
I carefully threw back the covers and got out of bed. My movements felt somewhat uncoordinated, yet incredibly light. With every step, I felt as if I could leap onto the roof like Spider-Man, but at the same time, it felt as if a large boulder was weighing me down in my lower abdomen, constantly pulling me off the ground.
Among the few fragments of memory I just rummaged through, there seemed to be many stories of someone walking alone in the dark, fighting to the death against unknown enemies…
It seems I'm doing some kind of secret work—a spy or an assassin?
I don't know the specifics, but the only thing I'm certain of is that I have many enemies, and I must be constantly vigilant…
To avoid alerting anyone, I didn't turn on the lights when I got out of bed to explore the room. I could only roughly determine that the owner of this room was probably a man, and someone who loved sports, as there were exercise machines everywhere.
And as I passed the bathroom, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of my own face, and immediately felt a little disoriented, as if something was off… but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
At this moment, if some extraordinary individuals who had miraculously escaped from "Star's" clutches were standing here, they would likely be terrified, for the face reflected in the mirror, aside from bearing a slight resemblance to Li Dong, was almost entirely identical to "Star." And if such a person had stood here the entire time, they would be astonished to discover that this change in appearance had occurred gradually after they regained consciousness.
Legend has it that those who have cultivated extremely profound martial arts, those at the Transcendent Realm and above, possess the ability to subtly alter their physique and appearance. Therefore, many highly skilled individuals are elusive, appearing only as fishermen on the riverbank, or woodcutters in the mountains, or simply vanishing without a trace.
"It seems there's nothing unusual here..." After thoroughly checking the room, I cautiously stepped out. Under the delicate streetlights, the scenery resembled a garden, and I even felt a strange sense of familiarity, causing a slight ache in my head.
"It should be that way..." Entering this "garden," I saw several delicate paths. For some reason, one of them particularly captivated me, as if it led to a place of great importance to me.
Driven by this inner turmoil, I hesitated only briefly before stepping onto the path. The surrounding scenery became increasingly refined, and a strange sense of familiarity arose within me. I felt I had been here before, but a lingering, faint pain in my mind prevented me from delving deeper into the memory or reflection.
Finally, I arrived at the exterior of a secluded villa-style building. Seeing this house…
A strange, inexplicable joy welled up within me. Perhaps someone I knew was inside?
Just as I was about to walk closer, I suddenly heard a soft, almost inaudible moan. The tone was incredibly alluring, melodious, and captivating, possessing an indescribable charm. Just hearing it sent a strange, throbbing, and slightly erection through my groin.
"This is..." I swallowed instinctively, walking to a corner of the villa. The groans seemed clearer, even accompanied by faint, almost imperceptible "smack, smack, smack" sounds, like being spanked.
These sounds made my blood boil, but for some reason, my burning penis couldn't fully erect. The reason was the strange, tearing pain deep in my lower abdomen; it seemed to be hindering blood flow. Perhaps there was some deeper reason, unknown to me.
While hearing these alluring groans, I found myself... feeling as if I had eaten a sour, bitter fruit, an unusually stifling and bitter sensation.
But for some reason, compared to this uncomfortable feeling, the urgency and intensity of wanting to uncover the "truth" was far greater. I involuntarily climbed the marble wall, slowly crawling towards the source of the groans. This instinctive movement, making the wall feel like flat ground, reaffirmed my belief that I was probably either an assassin or a spy.
Silently, I arrived at a large window. The first thing that caught my eye was several tiny, pearl-like finger marks. Looking inside, what I saw caused a sudden tightness in my chest, and I couldn't utter a word…
In an elegantly tasteful bedroom, reflecting the owner's refined taste, men's clothes, including their boxer shorts, were scattered everywhere on the soft wool carpet, all completely removed and tossed on the floor. On the elegantly designed bed, a beautiful, white female body lay naked, her long, shapely legs supported by strong, muscular shoulders. Her slender ankles extended beyond her shoulders, her delicate, pinkish-orange feet slightly bent, as tender as new bamboo shoots.
Ten slender and delicate toes, like glistening jade beads, curled up like tender silkworms, long and plump, without a trace of joints, soft and boneless, so delicate they seemed about to break at a touch. Even if one were to grasp these jade feet, hold them in one's hands and kiss them tenderly, or put them in one's mouth and suckle each delicate toe, there would be absolutely no unpleasantness…
It would be no exaggeration to say that these were treasures bestowed by heaven!