2 Chapter 2

◎Doll◎

After hanging up the phone, Song Jinyu drank the remaining half glass of wine in her glass.

Wang Kai, observing his expression, couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Is this Xiao Ji the same Xiao Ji as before?"

Song Jinyu burped, her head throbbing. "Probably."

"..."

It is or it isn't. What does "probably" mean?

Seeing his troubled expression, Wang Kai asked even more cautiously, "You two know each other?"

Song Jinyu: "My childhood neighbor, but I'm not familiar with her."

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Wang Kai stopped asking. "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore, let's drink, let's drink..."

At first, Wang Kai didn't know he was drunk, until the guy pointed to the streetlights overhead and said the sun was out.

Song Jinyu braced herself on the table, stood up unsteadily, and said, "The sun is out, it's getting light, I have to go to work..."

Wang Kai took a moment to pay the bill and reached out to help him up, saying, "Damn it, open your eyes wide and look! That's a street lamp!"

Song Jinyu craned her neck to look ahead, "Wow! So many suns!"

Wang Kai: "..."

He was utterly exhausted. "Can you still walk? Do you remember where you live? I'll take you home."

Song Jinyu rubbed her head and stared at the flower bed in front of her. "I can walk, I can even walk in a straight line. Watch me walk one for you..."

Wang Kai pulled him back, "Ancestor, where are you going? That's the flower bed, the flower bed!"

The boss called out from behind them, "Handsome, you forgot your bag."

Wang Kai turned around and saw that Song Jinyu's bag was still hanging on the chair. He said to Song Jinyu, "Stand still and don't move. Dad will go back and get a bag."

Song Jinyu said "Oh," looking incredibly obedient.

So Wang Kai turned around. He had just picked up his bag when he suddenly had a bad feeling. When he turned back, Song Jinyu was staggering towards the flower bed and never came back. Then, right in front of him, she fell headfirst into it.

With a thud, the world fell silent.

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Song Jinyu's world also fell silent.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he groggily woke up.

It was very dark around him. He had something covering his face, and a faint white light was leaking in. He didn't feel any pain, but his limbs were very stiff, and he even had difficulty moving.

Song Jinyu didn't move, just stared blankly at the thing covering her face for a while, and finally remembered what had happened.

He seemed drunk, mistaking the flower bed for a main road, and walked towards it, and then...

...

Damn! Did he fall and become a paraplegic? Otherwise, why can't he move at all?

Song Jinyu tried to open her mouth to call for help, Zhang... Zhang...

Where is his mouth? Why can't he open it?

Spicy!

For a moment, he didn't know whether to blame himself for drinking or to blame Huachi first.

He didn't look that tall, how could he have fallen like this? He hadn't even graduated yet, his life hadn't even begun, how could it be over already?

Overwhelmed with sorrow, Song Jinyu burst into tears...

Tears... but no tears will come out.

This time it's really over.

It's all Xiao Ji's fault. He wasn't even planning to drink anymore. If he hadn't made that phone call, he would have been home safely by now.

Song Jinyu lay quietly, calmly accepting the punishment fate had inflicted upon him.

After being punished for four or five minutes, he still couldn't calm down. He didn't know if he couldn't hear or if no one was around. It was very quiet. He didn't hear his parents crying or hear the beeping of the medical equipment in the ward. There was only the faint sound of water flowing from somewhere, intermittently.

Song Jinyu decided to try to save herself.

He tried to move his hand and found that it wasn't that he couldn't move it, but that it was very difficult to move it, as if the connection between the joints was very inflexible. He had to use a lot of effort to lift his hand.

He felt that his hands didn't feel like hands, and his body didn't feel like his own body. Compared to being paralyzed from the waist down, Song Jinyu felt more like a puppet, without sensation and with stiff movements.

"..."

It's even more terrifying than high-level paraplegia.

Never mind, let's get this thing off my head first.

Song Jinyu raised his hand, but his hand... he didn't know where his hand was. He then tried to raise his foot, but he didn't know where to put his foot either.

Humans failed to tame the wild body, and Song Jinyu fell down.

Good news, the thing covering his head fell off. Bad news, he landed face down.

Song Jinyu: "..."

The faint sound of water near my ears stopped.

He vaguely thought that someone was taking a bath.

Song Jinyu struggled to get up, twisting his hands behind his back in an extremely inhuman posture, and bending his legs at a ninety-degree angle, but at least he was able to finally turn his face up.

Above him was a ceiling, the lighting was cold and white, and the decor was simple, but you could tell it wasn't a hospital. He turned his head to the side with some effort. Opposite him was the TV wall in the living room, the TV was against the gray-white wall, so minimalist that there wasn't even a coffee table, and the black leather sofa was dull and cold.

It was a living room he had never seen before.

These are not the main points. The main point is why the TV and sofa are so big.

Before Song Jinyu could react, a "click" sound came from not far away, and the person taking a shower came out.

He was suddenly startled, and with a strength he didn't know he had, he rolled under the table, controlling a body he was completely unfamiliar with.

His gaze suddenly dropped, and Song Jinyu saw the magnified corner of the table and the sofa. He heard unhurried footsteps beside him.

From his angle, he couldn't see the person's feet, only heard the faint sound of cups clinking together, followed by the bitter aroma of coffee.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that even though Song Jinyu couldn't speak, she subconsciously held her breath.

The homeowner remained silent, making very little noise even in their own home. Coupled with the gloomy decor, Song Jinyu felt a chill run down her spine for no apparent reason.

Did he somehow wander into some kind of supernatural fantasy world?

He stretched his legs and crawled in a contorted position toward the direction from which the aroma of coffee was coming, trying to see who it was. But as soon as he took a step, the quiet floor was filled with the sound of him dragging his body.

Song Jinyu rolled his stiff eyes and lowered his head. The intricately patterned skirt trailed on the ground. His legs were twisted so that his heels were in front of him. Because he had not yet been tamed, he looked up at the sky in a sad forty-five-degree posture.

"..."

Isn't he the "weirdo"?

Song Jinyu didn't know if it was the sound of her skirt dragging that attracted the owner of the house, but she heard the sound of a coffee cup being placed on the table, and then footsteps approached, and a pair of feet stopped in front of her.

A pair of enlarged human feet, a man's.

A little higher, a finger dangled from the edge of the table. The skin was pale and the knuckles were long and slender. Perhaps because she had just taken a shower, the fingertips were tinged with a soft pink. The fingertips hung there in front of Song Jinyu, then she lifted them up and pulled the coat off the sofa next to her.

The footsteps faded into the distance, followed by the sound of a door closing.

Song Jinyu waited for a long time before finally confirming that the owner of the house had left.

Humans have begun to tame wild animals again.

In the end, they weren't exactly tamed, but at least they weren't falling down every time they took a step.

He crawled out from under the table and looked around the living room, which seemed unusually large to him. Everything in his line of sight had become larger; Song Jinyu preferred to think he had become smaller rather than that he had been transported to a land of giants.

He walked to the table and looked up at the chair, which was twice his height.

"..."

He walked to the sofa and looked up at it, which was about one and a half times his height.

"..."

One and a half is better than two, so Song Jinyu rolled up his sleeves and started climbing the sofa. No matter how messy and unsightly the process was, he finally climbed up using all his strength and methods.

He dragged the black sofa, leaving a gray mark. Feeling guilty, Song Jinyu reached out her hand, which was hidden by her sleeve, and patted it, thinking that black was the most prone to getting dirty.

More than the stranger's sofa, he was concerned about his current situation. He stood on the black sofa and looked around. The living room was too minimalist, even more minimalist than the show flat he had seen. Looking around, there wasn't a mirror, not even anything to reflect a person's image.

After looking around for a while, Song Jinyu finally focused her attention on the tablet placed at the other end of the sofa.

The little one started climbing mountains and crossing valleys again.

He rolled under the table for so long, leaving dusty marks as he crawled. Song Jinyu complained that black was indeed not dirt-resistant, but continued to crawl forward without any sense of public decency.

He finally climbed to the edge of the board.

He looked at the tablet, which was about the same height as him, silently apologized in his heart, and raised his hand to press the power button.

The tablet's lock screen wallpaper is the system's default wallpaper, revealing absolutely no information about its owner. Song Jinyu stared at it for a while, then picked up the pen that was attached to the side and tapped the camera button next to it.

He held the tablet upright on the sofa, took two steps back, and eagerly brought his face close to the camera.

An exceptionally refined face appeared in the camera's view, with curled eyelashes, blue eyes, and an extraordinarily luxurious makeup. As he tilted his head, the doll inside stiffly moved its neck, as if the force had been too strong, and made a snapping sound.

Song Jinyu: "..."

Aaaaaaah!! What the heck?!

He was silently collapsing inside, but the doll inside still wore a cold, aloof smile.

He took two more steps back and finally saw his whole face clearly.

His long dress resembled a vintage European gown, with long sleeves that covered his hands and feet. He had curly blond hair, which, after so much hard work, was now a mess, and even the wig underneath was showing.

In short, he has now become a doll almost as tall as a tablet, a highly realistic one, um... female.

A woman?

A woman!!

Before Song Jinyu could even accept this fact that would bring tears to the eyes of even a tough man, the sound of a car parking at the door was heard.

The owner of the house has returned.

Song Jinyu didn't have time to think about anything, and she couldn't even run away. At the last moment, she only had time to grab her pen and hurriedly turn off the tablet, then lay it flat on the sofa with a thud the moment the door opened.

It's perfectly normal for mice or stray cats to get into your house. It's also perfectly normal for mice or stray cats to take a fancy to a delicate little figurine, cruelly play with it for a while, and then callously leave it on the sofa.

After all, no normal person would believe that figurines can come to life.

Song Jinyu thought to herself with a clear conscience, remaining motionless as she cosplayed as a doll.

The footsteps grew closer and closer, finally stopping beside the sofa.

The doll's eyes couldn't close, so Song Jinyu could only keep them open. He couldn't see the person's face, but he felt a slightly cold gaze fall on his face, and then a long, slender, pale hand appeared in his vision.

He was lifted up by the neck.

The gaze gradually rose, finally stopping at one spot, where the man's dark eyes met Song Jinyu's with half-closed eyes.