Every Day, I Spend Ten Minutes in a Murderer's Body

Every day, I end up inside the body of a handsome man with ripped abs for ten minutes. Today is the third day. I’m pretty adaptable. When I realized I’d entered a stranger’s body, it took me just three short days to go from disbelief to acceptance to handling it like a pro. Early this morning, I found myself in the body of another gorgeous hunk. I picked up his phone and searched for my own WeChat account. Then I opened my Moments, saved one of my gorgeous selfies pinned at the top, and set it as his lock screen. I left him a note: This gorgeous girl will be entering your body for ten minutes every day! P.S. My face is on your lock screen. If I want to win this hunk’s heart, I’ll have to use a little trick. It’s not my fault he’s tall, handsome, and in great shape, with an impressive package too. He’s practically my heaven-sent soulmate, like finding true love during a home invasion. When I was done, I happily wandered around his place. The moment I opened the fridge, my smile froze.