I am an unrotting corpse, the ancestor of all zombies, asleep for ten thousand years. When I wake, I find myself at a top-tier auction, displayed to the crowd and openly bid on as a priceless antique. There is only one man in the room who isn't going crazy over me: any woman who touches him sends him into a fit and makes him collapse. In full view of everyone, I point at him. “I want him.” His assistant panics and tries to stop me. “President Feng is allergic to women. You mustn't, ” Before he can finish, my icy fingers brush his fever-hot cheek. “What a beautiful man. What a shame he's sick.” But he suddenly grabs my wrist, breathing hard. “You touched me... Why am I fine?”
It's a story with no ending