Late Night Takeaway: Hidden Crisis and Mysterious People

It was the same delivery man who sent the hot dog to me last week.

I couldn't help thinking whether he came here with the delicious hot dog.

Desire gleamed in my eyes, and I almost wanted to open the door, but the caution ingrained in my bones stopped me.

The time now was 1:06 in the morning.

It was really unsafe for a pretty girl like me to open the door for a male delivery man late at night.

So, I still asked him to leave the takeout at the door.

As soon as he disappeared, I quickly took back the plastic bag.

Hurrying to open the package, I craved to find out whether it was the hot dog I longed for with trembling fingers.

However, it was some chicken nuggets.

The chicken nuggets also looked wonderful and smelt tasty.

My saliva slipped out of my mouth again.

I ate a nugget with the sweet and sour sauce and was stunned by how tasty it was. After savoring it in my mouth, I reluctantly swallowed it.

The unbearable feeling of hunger disappeared instantly.

However, no matter how slowly I ate the chicken nuggets, there were only eight of them, and I finished eating in less than ten minutes.

I reached out and dipped my fingers in the sauce on the edge of the bowl, then put them in my mouth to lick several times.

As the hunger vanished, I closed the takeout box.

There was a short message on it, too. "Lillian, I prepared those nuggets for you. Do you like them? Are you still hungry?"

I became sober from the frenzy of hunger and looked at the small words above, feeling vaguely uneasy.

Who ordered the takeout for me?

I took out my phone, hesitated for a while and sent a text message to Dylan Roberts, my boyfriend: [Dylan, did you order some chicken nuggets for me?]

He didn't reply to me instantly, so I had to force myself to sleep with uneasiness.

After all, I was a white-collar worker, not a housewife who only revolved around her husband.

I was woken up by the growling of my stomach, even though I had a greasy midnight snack a few hours ago. My stomach was empty after sleeping, as if I had eaten nothing the night before.

Walking into the elevator in my high heels with unsteady steps, I saw the housewife, Nora Jones, I met in the elevator yesterday.

I nodded to her as a greeting, and then stood behind her.

She smelt good...

"What are you doing!" She yelled and pushed me away.

I staggered back a few steps and looked at Nora without knowing what was going on. She was wiping the water from the back of her neck.

It seemed that I was so close to her that my saliva dripped on her neck.

The disgust on her face slowly turned into worry. "Are you hungry?"

Blinking slowly, I repeated in a low voice, "I'm hungry... You smell so good."

She pressed her lips awkwardly and took out a box of chocolates from her bag. "I brought some chocolates. Do you want some?"

I took the chocolate without saying a word, frowned and put it into my mouth like it was a challenge, but my eyes were always fixed on Nora.

She stood in front of me, and I didn't dare to get close to her.

As soon as the elevator door opened, she walked out quickly.

I just walked out of the elevator when I felt my phone buzzed.

It was a text message from Dylan.

Dylan: [I really have no idea what you are talking about. Don't contact me if you have nothing serious to say! What if my wife finds out the text you sent to me?]

I stuffed my phone back into my bag irritably, and my eyes involuntarily followed Nora until she was out of sight.

She smelt so good...

I bit the tip of my tongue hard, and the stinging pain finally brought my confused mind back to normal.

I was so scared that I even wanted to lick her body!!

Something was wrong! Everything went wrong after I ate that hot dog!

Was there something addictive in the hot dog??

I was shocked and took a taxi to the hospital.

I took a blood test and did a bunch of examinations. As soon as I sat down in front of the doctor, he frowned and scolded me, "You haven't eaten in a few days! You look so bad! Young people nowadays are risking their lives to lose weight!"

I said, "But I had some chicken nuggets last night."

"Really? Look at your face!" The doctor turned the mirror towards me angrily.

My reflection in the mirror had sunken cheeks, a sallow complexion, and dark circles under her eyes, seeming that I hadn't had a good meal for a century.

However, two days ago, I regularly had three nutritious meals a day in a healthy state.

Ever since I ate that hot dog...