When I opened my eyes, I had a headache as if I had been pinched by the door. I felt as if I had been run over by a truck and poured a bucket of ice water on my body.
Yin Yi groaned and tried to turn over, but as soon as he raised his arm, he bumped into something hard and cold, "Oh, let me go!"
He sat up abruptly, rubbed his arms and stared, only then did he realize that he was not in a rental house with a monthly rent of 800 yuan and a peeling wall. In front of him was a silver-gray metal wall with a reflective floor. There were a bunch of expensive-looking instruments in the distance, and the liquid in the test tubes was emitting a faint blue light, just like a laboratory in a science fiction movie.
"What are you doing?" Yin Yi scratched his head. The hair he touched with his fingers was black and soft, and much longer than his usual length. "I worked overtime until three o'clock last night, so I wouldn't have fallen asleep and entered the set, right? Or was it a prank played by an unscrupulous colleague?"
He lowered his head and looked at the clothes he was wearing. He saw a black high-necked tights. The material was slippery and felt cool against his body. It showed off his figure. The problem was that he, Yin Yi, usually only wore a 99-yuan three-piece cotton T-shirt and washed white jeans. How could he have such cool clothes?
