The hostess had exquisite makeup on her face.
In Xing's eyes, it is a sign of closeness to the guests.
Qin Tan sensed warmth from the other person.
The places the two touched were completely cold, making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
Qin Tan tried to pull her hand away, but found that her body followed the other person toward the dining table on its own.
She sensed danger.
Before she could speak, she heard herself answering.
"Okay, I'm actually hungry."
It was "her own" voice, but the person speaking was not her.
At this moment, she watched helplessly as "her" body went against her will.
As her lips moved, she thanked the other person for the invitation.
The hostess thoughtfully pulled out a chair for her.
She smiled and sat down.
The male homeowner served her tableware.
A deliciously cooked steak was placed in front of her.
The boy, who looked to be about ten years old, brought her a glass of orange juice.
"Sister, drink!"
He smiled, revealing his teeth; his innocent face was so endearing.
Aside from the fact that her feet seemed to be rooted to the spot, and she couldn't get them off no matter how hard she tried.
Everything was incredibly warm and cozy.
She saw "her own" hand instinctively pick up the cutlery and cut the steak on the plate.
She smiled and chatted with the two women as if they were old friends.
Sizzle, sizzle!
The shrill sound came from the guest opposite her.
The knife scraped against the plate.
The guest puts the steak in his mouth and chews it slowly.
He picked up the orange juice, drank most of it, and his voice conveyed his high praise for the family's cooking skills.
A mixture of various scents filled Qin Tan's nostrils.
There was the aroma of food, a faint musty smell in the corner of the room, and an undeniable pungent odor.
That's... paint.
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