(Male two has been claimed, four males. Three months have been added. Nine months of life remaining. ) A voice stated in my mind, ignoring it, still a bit groggy and weirdly exhausted
As I slowly opened my eyes, a rush of disbelief washed over me as I came to the realization that this was not just a mere dream, but the stark and undeniable reality I was facing. It was a waking world, one I never anticipated I would find myself in under such circumstances. My mind raced with confusion about how everything had ended up this way, but deep down, I understood that perhaps it was for the best. He is number two on my list, and now I only have to track down three through six if I want to ensure my survival in the situation at hand.
Looking back, I can't help but think that if only I had howled less in the beginning, maybe things could have turned out differently and I wouldn't be stuck here now! The weight of that early humiliation still lingers, the memory haunting me and making me feel like such a complete loser. It's a feeling that gnaws at my self-esteem, reminding me of my past mistakes and the choices I made that led to this point.
I died twice!
Twice!
Not once people, but twice! Important things must be replicated ok?!
Heh.
*Table flip*
But please explain to me how a dream became reality, how the hell did I end up in a strange man's bed. I was so pissed off knowing that this damn voice did something without my consent.
'System come out!' I roared in my mind.
I found myself sitting there, overwhelmed by a sense of emptiness, as if a piece of my very soul had been taken from me, leaving me feeling utterly lost. After what felt like an eternity of contemplation, I finally made the decision to change rooms, hoping that my emotions would become stable in the process.
With a sigh, I slipped out of bed, careful not to make too much noise, and hobbled my way to the bathroom. I took a moment to gather my thoughts before putting on a simple dress and a pair of shoes that I had neatly placed by the bedside. After checking that I had my essentials, I grabbed my bag and made my way out of the room.
As I ventured downstairs via the elevator, I approached the front desk with a renewed sense of purpose. I politely requested an upgrade, as I presented my card, prepared to splurge on a deal that would stretch my limited savings to the max. I felt a mix of apprehension and excitement as I awaited their response.
It didn't take long for the staff to assist me, and despite the lingering soreness in my body from the previous day's events, a smile began to form on my face. In the end, I departed from the front desk feeling satisfied and relieved, carrying with me a sense of happiness that had eluded me moments before.
My foster mother is correct, spending can make one happy.
I had the pleasure of staying in a spacious room located on the eighth floor of the luxurious hotel, where every detail was designed for maximum comfort and indulgence. This stunning room was not only expansive but also came complete with the impressive services of a dedicated butler and an exceptional chef available at my disposal.
The beautifully decorated space lifted my spirits significantly, as its vibrant colors and elegant furnishings combined to create an atmosphere that was both uplifting and comforting at the same time. The carefully chosen art pieces and the meticulous arrangement of the decor added a touch of charm that instantly made me feel at ease and inspired.
However, despite the incredible comfort and opulence that surrounded me—complete with lavish amenities and exquisite dining options—I couldn't shake off the strong urge to explore the hotel on my own accord. I was eager to uncover its hidden gems and discover the unique offerings that were likely scattered throughout the property, just waiting to be found.
Even though I was feeling sore and stiff from the previous night's activities, I took a moment to dress myself nicely, feeling a sense of happiness as I prepared for the day ahead. I made my way down to the dining area for a late lunch, grateful for the opportunity to sleep in after the excitement of the previous evening—I almost facepalmed at the memory of it all.
The hotel boasted four distinct restaurants: two that were upscale and elegant, and two that were more casual and laid-back. In search of a little solitude and a more refined dining experience, I decided to put on my best attire and visit one of the upscale restaurants. As a guest of the hotel, I was fortunate enough not to need a reservation, so I confidently walked in and approached the receptionist, presenting my room card with a smile.
I chose to wear a high-collared, long-sleeved dress that gracefully fell three inches above my knee. The dress featured a fitted waist that accentuated my figure and a flared bottom that added a touch of elegance, giving me a charming appearance. My curls, usually bouncy and voluminous, were straightened this time to cascade smoothly down my back, creating a sleek look that complemented my outfit. I applied my signature fire engine red lipstick. This time, however, I decided to forgo my usual contacts, which drew some curious glances from those around me. I wanted to feel different and stand out, so I embraced the etiquette lessons I had learned from the Xiangs, which was barely used in the past.
Typically, I prefer to blend in with the crowd, to go unnoticed and enjoy the simple pleasures of life. But today was different; I simply wished to eat and drink without any interruptions or distractions. I wanted to immerse myself fully in the experience, relishing each bite and sip, allowing myself to be present in the moment.
I mean, at this point I could croak again, so let me take those steps to enjoy those things hard earned before I do.
Heh.
After all, life is short.
I recalled a restaurant my foster mother had mentioned. It had been called; Ski? Scan?
Si? Then I paused to look up at the English letters remembering with a bang, SKY.
She had mentioned that this restaurant was famous for its well-prepared traditional dishes that boasted a unique twist, along with decent service for a four-star establishment. Despite my usual dining habits at more modest venues, I felt compelled to dine at the one she had suggested within the hotel, eager to experience something new.
Upon entering the elegantly decorated restaurant, I approached the impeccably dressed hostess, who immediately caught my attention. Her pale blue jacket complemented her turtleneck shirt perfectly, and her elegant attire was topped off with stylish heels that accentuated her poise. With a courteous smile, I greeted her, saying, "Good evening, level eight, room two. Surname Xiang. I would like to reserve a table for one in a secluded area, please." She responded with a warm smile, her demeanor exuding professionalism as she efficiently tapped on a transparent screen, asking for my room card to complete the reservation process.
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