The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

I was wearing a tube-top dress similar to Liu Qian's. Because my bust was more prominent, I used a hidden strap to hold it in place to prevent it from slipping down. The dress was a vibrant red, like a blazing flame, tightly hugging my voluptuous figure. The neckline was plunging low, almost revealing my entire bust. The plunging cleavage, only barely visible, exuded an endless allure. The hem was incredibly short, barely covering my hips, revealing even more of my slender, fair thighs, whose skin was as delicate and smooth as white jade.

I wore a vibrant red fishnet stocking. The mesh was so fine and delicate, it clung to the curves of my legs like a thin layer of gauze, as if it were a second skin. The color of the stockings complemented the skirt, creating a harmonious juxtaposition and highlighting the alluring curves of my legs. The edges of the stockings were meticulously embellished with lace, resembling starry stars, adding a touch of romance and sensuality.

I'm wearing a striking pair of 12cm red high heels. They're like a pair of magnificent works of art, showcasing unparalleled luxury and exclusivity. Their slender, towering heels accentuate my figure, elongating my legs and radiating grace and confidence. Their design is simple and elegant, devoid of fussy ornamentation, yet retaining an air of nobility and elegance that truly resonates.

My figure is truly breathtakingly perfect. With its sleek curves and exquisite curves, every part of my figure exudes an alluring charm. My slender waist is perfectly slender, incredibly flexible, seemingly capable of bending into any graceful curve. My rounded buttocks are perky and perky, captivating everyone's gaze, brimming with seductive allure. My long, slender legs are straight and even, their muscles flowing and naturally defined. Every step exudes a captivating allure that captivates everyone. This figure is undoubtedly the ideal that countless people dream of.

Today, I sat at my dressing table, feeling delighted, meticulously creating a beautiful makeup look. I picked up my makeup brushes and carefully applied foundation, eyeshadow, and blush, each stroke meticulously, striving for perfection. Finally, I gently applied lipstick, giving my lips a vibrant glow.

When I finished my makeup, I smiled at myself in the mirror. My face was as beautiful as a blooming flower. My long, thick eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, trembling slightly to reveal my large, bright eyes. Like a deep lake, they held an endless mystical charm.

Her lips were painted with a vibrant crimson lip gloss, a fiery crimson that was radiant and alluring, emitting an alluring sheen. The lip gloss's texture was delicate and smooth, and a gentle sip of it released a captivating fragrance that made one want to kiss it.

This look not only makes me look more beautiful but also gives me a lot of confidence. I believe this look will make a lasting impression whether I am wearing it in everyday life or for special occasions.

As I was passing a shantytown about to be demolished, I saw an elderly man in a wheelchair struggling to maneuver past me. I felt pity for him and quickly stepped forward, wanting to help him. But then, something unexpected happened.

Just as I was about to reach him, he suddenly took advantage of my back to him and stood up from his wheelchair. His movements were so fast that it was astonishing, completely unlike an elderly man with limited mobility. I turned around in surprise, only to see him swiftly wield a sharp butcher knife from his wheelchair and, without hesitation, slash it towards my throat.

Instantly, a sharp pain shot through my neck, as if stabbed by a sharp object. Immediately afterwards, a stream of scalding liquid gushed out from the wound, spreading rapidly like a fountain. My vision also began to blur, as if shrouded in a thick fog, making it difficult to see everything around me.

I tried to scream for help, but my throat felt like it was being strangled by an invisible hand, and only faint sobs could escape. As time passed, the excruciating pain intensified, like countless ants gnawing at my skin and bones. My strength gradually faded, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, my body collapsed to the ground.

Blood flowed from my throat like a bursting dam. It soaked my carefully applied makeup, marring my once beautiful features; it stained my gorgeous dress, transforming it into a gruesome, blood-soaked garment. My eyes slowly lost their luster, their once bright pupils dimming like two extinguished stars, no longer gleaming. The vibrant lipstick on my lips was also stained by blood, taking on a strange yet poignant hue.

My body twitched slightly, as if in a final struggle. My legs trembled uncontrollably, swaying like a candle in the wind. Each twitch caused more blood to gush out, forming a shocking pool on the ground. My face turned pale as paper, completely devoid of color, as if all the life force in my body had been drained.

The wound on his neck was like a demon's bloody maw, spewing crimson blood. It leaped up like a fountain, then cascaded down, splattering everywhere. Lines of blood formed in the air, like the musical score of death, playing a melody of despair.

The world around me spun before my eyes. I tried to grasp at a last glimmer of hope, but my arms felt as heavy as lead. My body twitched in a pool of blood, each twitch accompanied by more blood pouring out. My life felt so fragile in this moment. I tried to cry for help, but my voice was muffled by the blood, and only a faint whimper could escape. My eyes gradually lost their luster, their once bright pupils becoming dull and lifeless. The bright red lipstick on my lips was stained with blood, appearing strangely and poignantly beautiful. My consciousness began to fade, and I felt my soul slowly leaving this world, my body gradually growing colder.

Finally, everything became blurry and I knew nothing... My soul seemed to have left my body and was floating in the void. Looking at my broken body, my heart was filled with resentment and despair.