I entered the longest night of my life, and I was stuck in a deep and complicated sleep, unable to wake up. It was as if I had entered a strange space, and a giant beast had broken into my dreams. It imprisoned the pace of time, imprisoned me in nightmares, playing out the same situation over and over again. I lived there for centuries, and finally my dreams became reality.

I finally miraculously escaped that boundless dream. I slowly opened my eyes tiredly, gasping for breath heavily, with the excitement of the rest of my life. I quietly looked around, and the bedroom was empty, like an empty wilderness. I'm not familiar with this place, how did I get to someone else's bedroom? I desperately wanted to go home.

Why would I spend the night in someone else's bed? The ambiguous and entangled voice of a couple of men and women came to my ears. The man's voice was hoarse and he ordered the woman to go to bed and lie down, or else he would kill her with a knife. The woman cried and begged for mercy, saying that she promised to be obedient and begged him not to be impulsive. The man's heavy breathing, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, lasted for a long time. After a while, the man regained his composure and ordered the woman again to turn around and obediently lie down. Then, the man's snorting and gasping sound was heard. The woman's cry grew stronger, as if it was right next to me.

I looked to my left in horror, and the woman's voice was in that direction. I noticed that in the upper left corner of the pillow, there was a mobile phone, from which the woman's crying kept coming out. I took my phone and took a look, and it turned out to be a listening app playing a novel. I'm new to this software and can't remember using it myself. I tentatively pressed the button on it, and the playback finally stopped, and silence returned to the air.

Suddenly, I heard a steady breath coming from my right side. I looked to my right in amazement, and there was a handsome young man lying there. He was tall, with broad shoulders, a broad chest, and fair skin. His eyes were dark and slender, his eyebrows were delicate, his nose was firm, and his red lips were slightly upturned. I've never seen a man so seductive, so perfect that he doesn't like to eat the fireworks of the world.

Who is he? Is this his bedroom? How could I spend the night at his house? Could it be that I had a one-night stand with him? Oh my God, I'm a self-disciplined woman, how could I suddenly do such an unbearable thing? In case, if his wife finds out, I will be miserable!

I looked at the bed beneath me and opened my mouth wide in surprise. The bed was so huge that it was almost the width of the room, seven or eight meters. I looked at the door in horror and listened intently for a while, but fortunately, there was no movement. My biggest fear at the moment was that I would hear the key stabbing into the keyhole, and it must be the man's wife coming home. If someone else is stuck in bed, how do I explain it to someone? will definitely be scolded to the point of blood!

I quietly glanced at the sleeping man. It was strange that he slept so peacefully and didn't seem to worry about being caught raped by his wife in bed. I desperately remembered, where the hell had I been last night? Did you go to a friend's drinking party? Or did you go to a private meeting with netizens? Anyway, no matter what I did or where I went, I must have ended up delirious. Otherwise, why would such an unbearable thing be done? Actually, I went home with a strange man and climbed into his bed.

I got up lightly and went down to the ground, and next to the doorway, there was a metal hanger with white inlaid wheels. I walked barefoot to the hanger and saw a pair of men's jeans, a men's chunky sweater, and a men's cotton plaid shirt hanging on it. In addition to this, there is a set of women's white casual clothes with women's underwear and thick socks hanging next to it. I reached out and flipped through the casual clothes, which were actually the ones with the velvet inside.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling that the lady's dress in front of me must have been worn by me last night. However, I can't remember when I bought such a set? These clothes should be worn in autumn, right? The collar of the man's sweater still had a withered yellow leaf hanging from it.

Directly above the wooden door was a quartz clock, and it was already seven o'clock in the morning. I didn't care so much, so I quickly changed into the white casual clothes and rushed into the bathroom. The white toilet bowl is smooth and shiny. The white bathtub, large and wide, sparkled like ivory. The surrounding walls are also all snow-white. Only the floor tiles are black, embellished with golden patterns, spotlessly clean and without the slightest dirt. Such a neat and hygienic space is like a vacuum.

I freshened up quickly and wanted to get out of here. However, I was horrified to find that I didn't remember where my home was. I gently pushed open the bathroom window and leaned in to look out. Only then did it become clear that the house was originally a small villa with a total of two floors. The courtyard is large and planted with unknown flower trees. In the central clearing, there is a swing rack. Next to it, there is a round stone table, surrounded by several round stone benches.

The temperature in the early morning is crisp and pleasant. I looked into the distance and saw rolling mountains, misty and hazy. In front of the courtyard door, there is a tree-lined path, and there are not many leaves left on the big trees, and occasionally you can see a few yellow leaves dancing in the wind. It's true that autumn is coming, but why don't I have any impression of it? I suddenly sneezed and felt a chill.

I closed the window and surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings uneasily. I looked into the mirror and saw the woman inside, both strange and familiar. He has short hair, jet-black eyes, large eyes, a thin and firm nose, and a small ruddy cherry mouth. Is this who I am? Why does it feel like something is wrong? The loneliness in her eyes doesn't seem to belong to a young woman. However, the radiance and delicacy of the wheat-colored skin reveal a youthful vitality. The corners of the eyes are smooth and there is no wrinkle. This means that I don't seem to be too old.

I nervously walked out of the bathroom, wanting something to drink. When the man wakes up, tell him to take me home right away. I walked into the living room, still in an unfamiliar environment. A black leather sofa with corners, long and wide, can be used as a double bed. I sat on it and it was comfortable. On the coffee table in front of him, there were cold water cups and several white transparent glasses. I picked up an empty cup, poured myself a glass of water, and eagerly drank it.

Above the sofa is a photo wall. I stood up curiously, wanting to see the man's family situation, what kind of woman his wife was? But when I saw the person in the photo, I covered my mouth in astonishment and suppressed the scream I almost let out. The people in the photo turned out to be me and the strange man in bed. I've seen all the photos, and it's all pictures of me with him.

Some of the photos were taken by the sea, and I had long hair and was blown in the sea breeze. The man, clasping my shoulders tightly, smiled handsomely. Some of the pictures were taken on the beach, he was lying in a sand pit, and I was wearing a bikini and piling wet sand on top of him. Some of the photos were taken in a house, but the layout of the house made me feel unfamiliar. There is also a photograph taken in the hospital, where the man is wearing a white lab coat with a stethoscope around his neck.

Is he a doctor? What is my relationship with him, how can there be so many group photos, and he dares to blatantly post them on the wall of his house? Isn't he married yet, he is an older single man, that's why he dares to be so unscrupulous? I looked at myself in the photo, sweetly snuggling into his arms. Is my relationship with him a lover? If so, why don't I know him?

He's a doctor. Did he use some kind of machinations against me? For example, I was given some kind of medication that threw my mind into confusion. He used despicable means to imprison me like a caged finch in captivity. Let me obey him, not knowing where to go, forgetting all the past.

I tried my best to remember the traces of the past. But I wanted to break my head, I thought about my splitting headache, and I didn't think about my past. What the hell is going on in this world? Putting me in such a strange situation? Has anything terrible ever happened to me? It must be like this that will cause me to completely break with the past, maybe life has abandoned me?

I looked out the unfamiliar window. I don't know this place, never been. I don't remember where I used to live. Even if I get out of this house now, I can't be free. Because, I don't know where I can go? I don't know where I should return. Do I have family? If so, they must be looking for me in a hurry, right?

A question suddenly came to my mind, who am I? What's my name? Where am I from? Where is my hometown? What kind of people have I made? Do my family and friends know that I am with a strange man right now? Why didn't they come to visit me? Why don't you take me back to your own home?

I viciously tore a picture off the wall. I hated the strange man in the photo, he was the one who took my life away from me, and it was he who put me in such an embarrassing and embarrassing situation. What exactly did he do to me? My tears were pouring down, I couldn't find the meaning of my life, and I felt that my life was pale.

I turned around angrily, took a few steps to the bedroom door, and pushed the bedroom door open. Step by step, I walked towards the sleeping man. He was a beautiful man, even charming. But what does this have to do with me, I don't know him. His long, black eyelashes fluttered softly, like the wings of a bird. The air currents in the air are also driven to gently whirl. After a few moments, he finally opened his eyes.

I glared at him and yelled, you bastard, what the hell have you done to me? I don't know you, why are you in your house? I want you to send me home right away, or I'll call the police right away!"