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Caught off guard, he nearly went dog-blind.

"His own body" wasn't wearing underwear.

He could even come once while hanging himself. When the skirt was lifted, it was a complete mess. Although the fact that he was still a man was great, well... anyway, it was blinding.

Jing Yi decided that out of sight was out of mind. Bracing himself against the wall, he tried to stand. He had spent over twenty years without ever experiencing the feeling of walking upright on two feet. A pair of healthy legs was enough to offset any misfortune, not to mention that continuing to live was like winning the lottery.

But before he could stand, his mind buzzed, and a chaotic flood of memory fragments swept over him. He clenched his teeth and barely stopped himself from passing out. He had no idea how long the chaos lasted... In his daze, he seemed to hear knocking at the door, but he had no time to care. The unlucky bastard whose body he had taken over had lived an extraordinarily bizarre life, the complete opposite of his own, so absorbing those memory fragments was agonizing.

He swallowed some of the memory fragments, but most of them vanished into the... brain hole(?). Later, Jing Yi guessed that his brain might have activated a defense mechanism. After all, absorbing another person's entire life sounded terrifying just to think about. The consequences would either be losing himself or becoming schizophrenic.

Why did he say he guessed later?

Because the Jing Yi who had just opened his eyes had no time to think about such nonsense—while he was still groggy, the door he had been leaning against was opened from outside.

Jing Yi naturally fell backward onto the floor, striking an especially delicate, soul-stirring, beautiful pose.

The two visitors who had just forced their way in looked at the boy in the flowered dress at their feet and fell into an eerie silence.

Jing Yi had not actually been half-conscious for very long. Since he had only been half-conscious, he could vaguely hear sounds from outside, even if he could not react.

The two visitors stood there, ignoring him as they chatted among themselves—

"Madam... this is embarrassing for you to see. Jing Yi, that child... he just likes to fool around..."

"Don't say that. I understand... Boys who like to have fun, especially boys at that age... it's perfectly normal. I'm not dissatisfied with him. You know, what I value is his wholehearted devotion to Amon..."

"I'm terribly sorry... about Major Qin... Madam, you truly have a kind heart."

"That is a parent's heart. Back then, I tried to persuade him again and again... Tell me, why would someone from a family like ours go risk his life in the military? Poor Amon was still so young. Since the accident, his father hasn't closed his eyes for three days. Sigh."

"Minister Qin loves his child dearly! Fortunately, he still has two sons and a daughter by his side. With Madam's comfort as well, he will surely pull through. The problem is our Jing Yi..."

"This was a decision my husband and I made together. I know that Amon is gone now, and it is somewhat unfair for your son to marry into our family, but in order to leave Amon an heir... I believe that, given your son's feelings for Amon, he would not refuse... As for the betrothal gifts..."

And so, right in front of Jing Yi's "corpse," they began discussing the specifics of the betrothal gifts and dowry. The more they talked, the more they hit it off, and they were just about to settle the matter—when Jing Yi, who had keenly sensed the malice dripping from their conversation, finally struggled to open his eyes at the crucial moment. A hoarse groan escaped his throat.

It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts! Jing Yi reflexively touched his neck. Great, the aftereffects of hanging himself. A high swollen ring circled it.

One hand pressed down the overly short skirt—remember, he was not wearing underwear—as he slowly sat up, frail as a willow bending in the wind.

Thanks to the unlucky original owner's memory fragments, he not only understood the alien language here but also recognized the two visitors. One was "his" stepmother, while the other was presumably Madam Qin, the stepmother of the "Major Qin" they had mentioned.

As for Major Qin, he seemed to have been a promising young officer. Because he was so outstanding, he had even become the Military Headquarters' recruitment spokesperson, naturally turning him into the nation's dream man. It was said that his admirers could fill mountains and seas, and the original owner had been one of them. But Jing Yi concluded that the original owner had not genuinely liked him. He had merely joined in the hype, then, being both bored out of his mind and a talented little death-seeker, spent every day coming up with bizarre ways to confess publicly, only to be inundated by Major Qin's fan club. He fought one against ten thousand, convinced he was wickedly charming and cool as hell, and he had been immensely pleased with himself.

There were countless dream men in the world, and some were bound to be unlucky, like Major Qin. Three days ago, he had reportedly died heroically while carrying out a mission, and his death had been especially gruesome. His fan club had nearly cried themselves unconscious. The original owner had also found it rather pointless, lamenting that now the man was dead, he could no longer keep up his daily routine. So he had to find some other thrill—what he had just been doing was not hanging himself at all, but a very yellow, very violent suffocation sex game that was supposedly especially, especially exhilarating!

So he had died from pleasure.

Then Jing Yi had crossed over, miserably left to deal with the mess that this cool guy had left behind.