The Invisibility Predicament

The tide of people about to surge toward Qin Fen made his head spin. How was he supposed to get out of this? Leaving the restroom had been a mistake. Worst of all, the Invisibility Talisman had a time limit of a little over an hour. He had to find somewhere quiet and empty before it ran out.

Getting outside would be best, of course. With so many people around, becoming visible in full view of everyone would be a disaster.

Qin Fen retraced his route in his mind. Damn it, he seemed to be getting farther and farther from the entrance. Looking at the crowd packed together like ants, he felt the pressure mounting. The way out was neither long nor short, but it seemed full of obstacles.

Buzz. His phone vibrated again. Qin Fen broke out in a cold sweat that ran down his forehead in drops.

Fu Qiang and Liu Mengxi were still messaging him. What a pair of teammates to be stuck with. Crouched beneath a clothes rack, Qin Fen stared helplessly at his route. How was he supposed to manage this? The rack was still moving in the opposite direction, and all he could do was follow it. City people really knew how to make life difficult!

Trembling as though he were walking on thin ice, Big Chef began his bid for escape.

Clack. The rolling rack finally stopped. Chef Qin looked around sharply. So many legs. He was drowning in a sea of people.

Pale skin was everywhere he looked: slender legs, long legs, smooth legs. Damn it, though, he had no chance to appreciate any of them.

Those Sky-Hating Heels are tall. Before Qin Fen could dwell on that, a hand landed on his butt.

Miss, you can't just touch there.

"Xiao Jie,