She pressed her lips awkwardly and took out a box of chocolates from her bag. "I brought some chocolates. Do you want some?"
I took the chocolate without saying a word, frowned and put it into my mouth like it was a challenge, but my eyes were always fixed on Nora.
She stood in front of me, and I didn't dare to get close to her.
As soon as the elevator door opened, she walked out quickly.
I just walked out of the elevator when I felt my phone buzzed.
It was a text message from Dylan.
Dylan: [I really have no idea what you are talking about. Don't contact me if you have nothing serious to say! What if my wife finds out the text you sent to me?]
I stuffed my phone back into my bag irritably, and my eyes involuntarily followed Nora until she was out of sight.
She smelt so good...
I bit the tip of my tongue hard, and the stinging pain finally brought my confused mind back to normal.
I was so scared that I even wanted to lick her body!!
Something was wrong! Everything went wrong after I ate that hot dog!
Was there something addictive in the hot dog??
I was shocked and took a taxi to the hospital.
I took a blood test and did a bunch of examinations. As soon as I sat down in front of the doctor, he frowned and scolded me, "You haven't eaten in a few days! You look so bad! Young people nowadays are risking their lives to lose weight!"
I said, "But I had some chicken nuggets last night."
"Really? Look at your face!" The doctor turned the mirror towards me angrily.
My reflection in the mirror had sunken cheeks, a sallow complexion, and dark circles under her eyes, seeming that I hadn't had a good meal for a century.
However, two days ago, I regularly had three nutritious meals a day in a healthy state.
Ever since I ate that hot dog...
Yes! It all started with that hot dog!
Someone wanted to hurt me!
I endured the hunger and called the police.
All the surveillance cameras on July 3rd at the entrance of my apartment and in the elevator were checked. At one o'clock in the morning, no one appeared on the cameras, not to mention that delivery man.
The blood test result came out, and there was indeed a small amount of drugs in my blood.
"There must be addictive drugs in the takeout, did you see it? This is the evidence! Someone did this to me!" My hands were trembling with fear, and I wanted to slam the test result form into the policeman's face.