"Who... Who are you..."
Sara Lance murmured in her sleep, vaguely aware of someone pressing against her.
A strange, inherently masculine scent hit her; a firm touch and burning breath mingled, leaving her breathless.
She instinctively struggled, wanting to push the man off her, but she found herself helpless, incapable of moving.
Sara tried hard to open her eyes but was stuck in a half-awake, half-asleep state.
Was she dreaming?
But those touches were too real...
Especially that unfamiliar and domineering scent which carried a wild possessiveness, devoid of any gentleness.
Who was this man on top of her?
Why was he treating her like this?
Her mind was in chaos, she wanted to cry but no sound came out, she wanted to resist, but her body was listless, left to the whims of the man.
Very soon, her remaining sliver of consciousness was swallowed by waves of odd pleasure.
The scene before her eyes blurred, and consciousness began to fade...
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"Bang, bang, bang!!"
"Sara! You shameless tramp, open this door right now!"
A deafening pounding sound on the door awakened Sara from her deep slumber.
"Who is it? Disturbing my peaceful sleep so early in the morning! Annoying!"
She grumbled, irritably rolling over, and reluctantly opened her half-closed eyes.
But what she saw next jolted her fully awake. A naked man was lying right beside her. "Ah! Who, who on earth are you? How come you, you're in my bed?"
Sara screamed in terror.
In the sweltering summer, an old electric fan was continuously blowing hot wind onto the bed.
The man glanced at her disdainfully, and coldly said, "I will take responsibility. But don't expect me to have any feelings for you!"
Take, take responsibility?
What does that mean?!
Sara stared blankly at the man before her. Suddenly, a wave of unfamiliar memories exploded in her mind.
After taking in all the memories, she gradually made sense of her current circumstances.
Did she... time travel?!
Back to the '80s! She found herself in the body of a girl who shared her name.
This girl, also named Sara, was a tone-deaf country lass. She was dark, overweight, lazy, and had a crazy crush on boys, flirting with any man she met.
Sara's older brother, Karl Lance, was a soldier who had been injured during a mission.
To care for her brother, she naturally moved into the military compound.
And the man sharing her bed at this very moment, Bronze Thawne, was Karl's comrade, who was handsome and suave.
He frequently visited Karl during his recovery, and over time, caught the attention of Sara.
Bronze's comrade, Tom Clintin, was making arrangements to introduce him to his sister, Rebecca Clintin. Somehow, Sara heard about this plan.
Immediately, she felt a pang of jealousy in her heart, her eyes burning green with envy, and a surge of malicious intent rose within her.
To win Bronze over, Sara resorted to underhanded tactics, slipping something into his tea when he wasn't looking.
Surprisingly, this trick worked.
But as the saying goes, 'man proposes, God disposes'.
Just when Sara tasted sweet victory, her heart blooming with joy, her blood pressure suddenly skyrocketed, her heart became uncontrollable, and suddenly, she died.
Thus, this farcical situation emerged.
She felt a strong ache in her legs, now finally understanding what had just happened.
The knocking at the door was giving her a headache, and the cursing voices never ceased.
A shrill female voice cursed ungracefully, "Sara, you shameless vixen, open the door now!"
"I'll make sure everyone in this courtyard sees the disgraceful creature you are!"
Immediately following that was the furious voice of a man.
"Sara, you truly disappoint me. I was completely sincere towards you, and yet you were busy engaging in sly affairs behind my back!"
"Hurry up and open the door!"
"The person inside, open the door now! If you refuse to open the door, I'll kick it open!"
Yikes, someone's here to catch a cheater!
Sara heard everything crystal clear. She was all too familiar with the voices of those two, the man and the woman.
The harsh female voice outside was none other than Rebecca—the younger sister Tom tried to set up with Bronze!
And the man? None other than Eddie Clark, a guy from her hometown who had always been a bit too earnest and simple-minded.
Sara used to hang out with him to pass the time.
However, how did Eddie track her down here?
The original owner of this body, an unreliable woman, really had no morals to go after a man who was already taken.
Worse... what's even harder to accept is, she had a lover herself!
This completely overturned Sara's worldview!
"Now what do we do?" Sara felt the knot in her throat tighten and she helplessly turned to look at Bronze.
Bronze coldly scoffed, "Scared now, are you?"
"I..." Sara wanted to explain, but she found that she had no grounds to stand on.
At this moment, she was trapped in the body of the former host, which weighed at least 150 kilograms. How could she possibly explain clearly?
And now, Sara —the new Sara —found herself in this absurd situation.
Sara wanted to get up and get dressed, but she accidentally bumped into something hard.
She picked it up and saw that it was a card that said, "Luck Charm", faintly glowing.
Her current plight permitted no further thoughts. She stuffed the card under her pillow and prepared to get out of bed to grab her clothes.
But just as she was stretching her leg out to the edge of the bed, the door was suddenly kicked open with a show of force.
"Ah!!"
Sara screamed, hastily pulling the quilt over her body, and looked fearfully at the group of hostile people who had stormed in.
Rebecca charged toward the bed, her eyes wild with fury, face red with rage. She glared at Sara and Bronze with murderous intent, shaking in anger.
Sara was filled with panic, her heart pounding like a drum.
Just then, a muffled male voice rang out in her mind, seemingly coming from a distance.
"Oh no."
Sara froze. The voice... wasn't that, Bronze's? But he hadn’t spoken aloud. But he hadn't spoken!
Could it be that she had suddenly gained some incredible ability to hear others' inner thoughts?
