Through the peephole, I, Lillian Edwards, peeked at the masked delivery man outside the door, my saliva dripping down my chin.

Then, he rang my doorbell.

He said, "Hello, here's your takeout order."

A huge eye suddenly approached the peephole.

"Hello..."

The time at this moment was exactly 1:15 in the morning.

From July 3rd, I would receive takeout delivery around 1 a.m. every day.

But I didn't order any takeouts.

On the first day, I received my favorite hot dog from the Tasty Link in this town.

Just before this takeout was delivered to my home, I joked with one of my male colleagues, Aaron Thompson, on the phone that I wanted to eat the hot dog from that particular shop.

Less than ten minutes after I sent the message, I heard the delivery man ring my doorbell.

Looking through the peephole, I saw a tall, robust male delivery man.

Rather than directly opening the door, I said to him, "Just put it in front of my door. Thank you."

He then put the food down and left. I opened the plastic bag, and the aroma hit me. I took a deep breath and took a mouthful bite of the hot dog.

The mixed taste of ketchup and yellow mustard sauce was amazing.

I couldn't help but gobbled the hot dog.

Halfway through my eating, I managed to suppress my craving and took out my phone to take a photo.

I took a photo of my smiling face and half of the hot dog and sent it to the colleague I just chatted with.

Lillian: [Thanks for your snack in the middle of the night!]

I continued to stuff the hot dog into my mouth while staring at my phone.

He was typing...

It took a while for him to decide what he would send to me.

Aaron: [But I didn't order takeout for you.]

At the same time, I engulfed the rest of the hot dog.

Smiling in disdain, I laughed at his shyness.

Maybe he was afraid to let his wife find out that he ordered a takeout for a pretty girl like me at midnight.

Snorting in my heart, I threw away my phone and closed the takeout box. Suddenly, I found there was a receipt on it.

There was no information about who ordered this takeout but only a short message.

It said, "Lillian, do you like this hot dog?"

My hair stood on end, and I rubbed the goose bumps on my arms, becoming even more certain that the takeaway was delivered by Aaron.

Otherwise, how would the hot dog shop know my name and call me in such an intimate way?

He was really a pervert.

I angrily changed his nickname in my heart from backup No. 1 to pervert No. 1.​

Be satisfied with the snack, I lay on the bed drowsy. In a half-awake state, I seemed to smell the tempting aroma of a hot dog again, making me smack my lips.

Suddenly, it struck me that the Tasty Link wasn't a 7/24 shop.

Before I could think carefully, the drowsiness beat me, and I fell asleep.

The next day, I woke up early and startlingly. The hot dog I had before sleeping was so delicious!

I excitedly opened the food delivery app and wanted to order the hot dog again.

However, it showed that this hot dog shop was still resting.

I stared at my phone in silence. It clearly stated on my screen that the business hours were from 11 a.m. to 11 p.m., which meant that the hot dog wasn't from the Tasty Link.

Despite the business hour, the Tasty Link was about 5 kilometers away from my home. It was impossible for the delivery man to reach my home in ten minutes.

I hastily washed my face and decided to ask Aaron where he ordered the hot dog so that I could eat it all in one go.

However, I didn't have any appetite in front of my favorite sandwich but could only think about the hot dog I had last night.

The desire for the hot dog prevented me from entering the breakfast shop. So, I just drove to work.

When I arrived, I pulled Aaron over to a corner and asked him where he ordered the hot dog from.

But he just pushed my hand away and said in a low voice, "What are you talking about? I told you I didn't order any takeouts for you! Besides, how could any store be open at that time?"

After saying that, he quickly distanced himself from me.

I felt restless the whole morning and couldn't help but keep thinking about the delicious hot dog I had last night.

The more I thought about it, the hungrier I became. My saliva kept flowing out. If I hadn't been wiping it the whole time, I'm afraid it would have flowed down my chin.

At noon, I ordered the hot dog from all the restaurants on the food delivery app that served hot dogs.

A dozen servings of hot dogs were placed in front of me. However, just smelling them made me want to throw up.

The fishy smell really made me dizzy, and when I smelled carefully, there was a faint stench.

I suppressed my nausea, picked up one of the hot dogs and tasted it. Before swallowing it, I couldn't stand it any more and rushed to the bathroom.

I felt an extremely itchy feeling in my throat, as if something was wriggling and slowly crawling through my throat, trying to get out.

My own imagination made me feel so sick that I vomited.

A piece of Frankfurter fell into the toilet.

I didn't pay attention to it and got up to flush the toilet.

Once the churning in my stomach disappeared, the feeling of hunger came up again, but I had no appetite at all for the delicious food I had eaten before.

It was completely different from the one I had last night. One bite of this hot dog almost killed me.

All day long, I could barely drink water.

Stumbling into the elevator of my apartment, I planned to go home and make myself a hearty meal.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, a woman suddenly said in a soft voice, "Please hold on."

A woman in a light grey knitted skirt entered the elevator while thanking me for holding the elevator.

I pressed the button on the sixth floor for her.

The woman was slightly surprised. "You know where I live?"

I smiled. "I live upstairs, and I often see you going in and out to buy groceries."

The woman nodded and said nothing more.

I stopped talking to her, but my eyes were always fixed on her involuntarily.

She smelled a similar aroma to the hot dog I ate last night...

The saliva slipped down from the corner of my mouth.

The woman looked back at me in surprise and disgust.

I nodded slightly at her and clenched my mouth tightly to stop the saliva from flowing out.

She forced a smile at me and hurried out of the elevator.

I closed the elevator door reluctantly after she disappeared from my sight.

A week later, I made several cuisines.

But the only thing I could do about these dishes was to look at them without any expressions or interest in eating.

After working in the kitchen for an hour or so, the smell of oil smoke almost penetrated my bones, and some of the dishes had already gone cold with thick layers of grease solidified on them.

It was even disgusting to look at.

I couldn't eat anymore but forced myself to sleep.

At the same time, my doorbell rang.

I opened my eyes instantly, stood up and walked to the door.

Bending down, I put my eye to the peephole.

It was the same delivery man who sent the hot dog to me last week.

I couldn't help thinking whether he came here with the delicious hot dog.

Desire gleamed in my eyes, and I almost wanted to open the door, but the caution ingrained in my bones stopped me.

The time now was 1:06 in the morning.

It was really unsafe for a pretty girl like me to open the door for a male delivery man late at night.

So, I still asked him to leave the takeout at the door.

As soon as he disappeared, I quickly took back the plastic bag.

Hurrying to open the package, I craved to find out whether it was the hot dog I longed for with trembling fingers.

However, it was some chicken nuggets.

The chicken nuggets also looked wonderful and smelt tasty.

My saliva slipped out of my mouth again.

I ate a nugget with the sweet and sour sauce and was stunned by how tasty it was. After savoring it in my mouth, I reluctantly swallowed it.

The unbearable feeling of hunger disappeared instantly.

However, no matter how slowly I ate the chicken nuggets, there were only eight of them, and I finished eating in less than ten minutes.

I reached out and dipped my fingers in the sauce on the edge of the bowl, then put them in my mouth to lick several times.

As the hunger vanished, I closed the takeout box.

There was a short message on it, too. "Lillian, I prepared those nuggets for you. Do you like them? Are you still hungry?"

I became sober from the frenzy of hunger and looked at the small words above, feeling vaguely uneasy.

Who ordered the takeout for me?

I took out my phone, hesitated for a while and sent a text message to Dylan Roberts, my boyfriend: [Dylan, did you order some chicken nuggets for me?]

He didn't reply to me instantly, so I had to force myself to sleep with uneasiness.

After all, I was a white-collar worker, not a housewife who only revolved around her husband.

I was woken up by the growling of my stomach, even though I had a greasy midnight snack a few hours ago. My stomach was empty after sleeping, as if I had eaten nothing the night before.

Walking into the elevator in my high heels with unsteady steps, I saw the housewife, Nora Jones, I met in the elevator yesterday.

I nodded to her as a greeting, and then stood behind her.

She smelt good...

"What are you doing!" She yelled and pushed me away.

I staggered back a few steps and looked at Nora without knowing what was going on. She was wiping the water from the back of her neck.

It seemed that I was so close to her that my saliva dripped on her neck.

The disgust on her face slowly turned into worry. "Are you hungry?"

Blinking slowly, I repeated in a low voice, "I'm hungry... You smell so good."

She pressed her lips awkwardly and took out a box of chocolates from her bag. "I brought some chocolates. Do you want some?"

I took the chocolate without saying a word, frowned and put it into my mouth like it was a challenge, but my eyes were always fixed on Nora.

She stood in front of me, and I didn't dare to get close to her.

As soon as the elevator door opened, she walked out quickly.

I just walked out of the elevator when I felt my phone buzzed.

It was a text message from Dylan.

Dylan: [I really have no idea what you are talking about. Don't contact me if you have nothing serious to say! What if my wife finds out the text you sent to me?]

I stuffed my phone back into my bag irritably, and my eyes involuntarily followed Nora until she was out of sight.

She smelt so good...

I bit the tip of my tongue hard, and the stinging pain finally brought my confused mind back to normal.

I was so scared that I even wanted to lick her body!!

Something was wrong! Everything went wrong after I ate that hot dog!

Was there something addictive in the hot dog??

I was shocked and took a taxi to the hospital.

I took a blood test and did a bunch of examinations. As soon as I sat down in front of the doctor, he frowned and scolded me, "You haven't eaten in a few days! You look so bad! Young people nowadays are risking their lives to lose weight!"

I said, "But I had some chicken nuggets last night."

"Really? Look at your face!" The doctor turned the mirror towards me angrily.

My reflection in the mirror had sunken cheeks, a sallow complexion, and dark circles under her eyes, seeming that I hadn't had a good meal for a century.

However, two days ago, I regularly had three nutritious meals a day in a healthy state.

Ever since I ate that hot dog...