Summary
After losing my memory, I discovered that my apartment was plastered with pictures of a superstar.
There was even a live feed from cameras in his home on my computer.
I couldn’t believe it. I was a disgusting, shameless stalker fan.
I immediately tore down every picture, deleted the camera account, and sold all the merchandise to a recycling dealer.
The next day, a man covered from head to toe appeared at my door, grabbed me by the throat, and demanded answers.
“Lu Cheng, I even flex my abs in my sleep so you’ll enjoy the view. And now you just decide you’re fucking done with me? What do you take me for?”
I stared at him.
“Dude. Who are you?”