Tyler was startled at this before he took a few deep breaths and glared at the male lead standing behind him. "Couldn't you act faster? Scared me to death."
Dean tilted his head but didn't say anything.
When Tyler noticed this confused expression on the male lead's face, he got angrier. First, he was already irritated with this person because the latter had tried to hide the fact that he was David in the previous world. And now, even after getting exposed, this person was still daring to pretend like he didn't know anything.
Tyler wanted to see how long he would continue to pretend. So he curbed his anger and turned his face away, stomping away from Dean. The male lead didn't say a word and silently followed him, maintaining a safe distance.
At this time, Tyler was so angry that he failed to notice that Dean hadn't said a word and still kept quiet about the fact that their third member was missing.
The two of them continued to walk forward, but they were still unable to find a way out. When Tyler was about to lose all hopes, Dean, who had been silently following behind him, suddenly walked forward, grabbed his wrist, and started dragging him toward the opposite direction.
At first, Tyler was stunned, and then he struggled. "What're you doing?"
But to his dismay, the male lead not only ignored his struggles but also tightened the grip on his wrist almost to the point of hurting his bones. Tyler couldn't help but flinch and stopped struggling. Just as he stopped struggling, Dean's grip also loosened.
This action bewildered Tyler so much that he couldn't help but stare at Dean's back again. His brows furrowed. Why was this male lead behaving like this?
Before today, Dean had never acted in a way to hurt Tyler physically or emotionally. But what happened today gave him a bad premonition. After passing the first stage in this world, Tyler didn't dare to slack off and think that what he saw was the truth.
Perhaps this person before him wasn't Dean at all.
This thought made Tyler's expressions grave. He suppressed his instinct to snatch his hand back and run away. After staring at Dean's back for a while, he said with a cold expression on his face, "Do you know a way out?"
Dean momentarily paused and nodded as if he understood Tyler's question.
The latter calmed down and said, "Well, lead the way."
The male lead didn't say anything and continued to drag him away. After half an hour of walking, Tyler and Dean found themselves in front of a wall that blocked their way.
Seeing this, Tyler frowned. He remembered walking for almost two hours in the same direction before, but this wall wasn't here. Did this person who looked like Dean trigger this wall's appearance?
Before he could teach any conclusion, the male lead raised his hand and touched the surface of the wall. Soon, the bricks of the wall crumbled and fell on the ground as dust rose in the air.
Tyler coughed and covered his nose with his hand to block away from the dust. At this time, his suspicions were confirmed that this person wasn't male lead, but someone who looked like him.
But just as the dust settled, he found that the fake male lead had already left him alone. Finally, he felt that his wrist was crushed to the point of having a crack in his bones. He immediately rubbed his wrist, trying to take away the discomfort brought by the fake male lead.
This world was also strange. First, as soon as he came, he found himself inside an endless tunnel all alone. Not only was he unable to find Dean and Adam, but he also found himself to be accompanied by a fake male lead.
Was this the same as the first world where he was in the illusion?
But as soon as Tyler got this thought, he quickly discarded it. If it were an illusion, the first face he would see wouldn't be Dean's. Instead, it should be David's, just like in the first stage.
Then if this wasn't an illusion, then what was it?
He couldn't help but knit his brows together.
Just as he was busy thinking, someone again grabbed his wrist and pushed him against the wall forcefully.
The stimulation from this action was too great. So Tyler's head spun from dizziness. When he recovered, he found himself being pressed against the wall by a very familiar face.
"Dean?" He said, glancing over as the other person's face came closer to him by an inch.
Seeing this, Tyler wanted to retreat, but he couldn't find any space behind him and could only put his hand between him and this fake male lead, pushing this person with all his might. But he had underestimated the power of the fake male lead generated by the mirror world. Not only did this person not budge, but he also smirked precisely like an evil villain watching his prey struggle effortlessly like this.
Tyler's scalp went numb upon seeing that smile, and he gritted his teeth. This action was nonetheless because of the male lead himself! Even though that person didn't mean to do anything outrageous in this world, he had indeed imagined all kinds of scenarios in his mind. And now, this fake male lead had instead carried the real Dean's imaginations in reality!
Clearly, Tyler wanted to curse at the man but didn't find any words.
Just then, the fake male lead's smile deepened as he lowered his head. When Tyler noticed this, he immediately knew what this person was going to do! He was going to kiss him!
He instantly started feeling uncomfortable all over, and he pushed this person with a stronger effort.
There was no way in hell he would give his kiss to this kind of fake illusion!
Of course, it wasn't like Tyler hadn't thought of kissing this person. He had imagined it many times in the first world, but kissing the male lead's fake version was completely different from his imagination! Tyler didn't even dare to think of the consequences of being kissed by a fake or illusory Dean!
He might as well be sucked dry by this thing!
Just then, he heard a loud rustling noise, and someone pulled the fake Dean away, giving Tyler a relief. Stunned, he instantly glanced over to find the two people were fighting with one another.
He quickly squinted his eyes only to find two male leads were fighting with each other. Both of their expressions were grave and faces flushed in anger.