"Well, talk about 'Speak of the devil, and he shall appear', did you come to the mall to have fun on your day off?"
Xu Xiangyang couldn't help but laugh, and walked toward the familiar face.
...
After he left, in the space surrounded by barbed wire and darkness, the arm of a mannequin suddenly dropped as if it had broken off, and the plastic fragments covering it began to fall away slowly.
What was exposed on the inside wasn't hollow tubing, but...
Flesh.
Living flesh, covered with a multitude of capillaries, showing an eerie, crimson color, muscles that were pulsating rhythmically...
*
Lin Xingjie and Zhu Qingyue stepped together into the lingerie store.
Although they were still joking and laughing when they walked in, even feeling up to teasing Xu Xiangyang, their expressions turned apprehensive as soon as they truly stepped through the entrance.
Because in the entire store, there were only the two of them—underage girls. The rest were mature women.
