We arrived in Chengdu.

Chu Fang hurried towards the hotel, not wasting a moment.

Nothing else, I'm just tired.

Zhong Tingyue gave him a look.

"Hehe..." Chu Fang laughed from the bottom of his heart, "I've been holding back for half a month."

"Can't we rely on our own efforts?"

"no!"

Upon arriving at the hotel, the two checked in and returned to their room. Immediately, a violent storm erupted, accompanied by thunder and lightning...

Time passes.

The room fell silent, the only sound the frantic breathing.

Zhong Tingyue stared at the ceiling, lost in doubt.

People often say that there are no lands that can't be plowed, only oxen that can be worn out.

Why is it different here in Chu...?

She's almost gone insane.

Did you take any medication?

"You look down on me?" Chu Fang rolled over and pinned the other person down, his face serious.

Do I need to take medicine?

"no... ..."

"Are you insulting me? You must apologize, or I have the right to punish you."

Zhong Tingyue's lips twitched slightly: "I'm sorry."

"Call me husband."

"husband."

"sorry."

"sorry."

Chu Fang: "You're using two strokes? Read them together."

Zhong Tingyue: "Husband, I'm sorry."

Chu Fang nodded in satisfaction.

Finally, he found his confidence in this woman.

There's no need to apologize. Chu Fang's strong demeanor just now was an act. At this moment, his body is completely drained and he can't muster any strength.

Chu Fang rolled over and stared at the ceiling. Zhong Tingyue rested her head on his chest. The two remained silent, and the room was quiet.

More than ten minutes have passed.

Chu Fang glanced at 'Ms. Zhong' and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Let me try and see if it still works."

"Woman, you're playing with fire."

What happens if you play with fire?

“Hmm… …” Chu Fang said, “There’s a saying in Chengdu: playing with fire will make you wet the bed.”

After saying that, he pulled the blanket over them.

"Ah, I was just kidding." Zhong Tingyue's face turned pale.

"But I am not!"

Oh no!

I wish I hadn't played it...

... ...

When the two got up, it was already evening. They had arrived at the Rongcheng Hotel at noon and stayed there until evening, a full six hours.

Born, born! ... ... Zhong Tingyue shouted in her heart as she dressed.

She could barely stand up after getting out of bed.

My body has been hollowed out...

Suddenly, she felt a burning gaze. Chu Fang was staring intently at her, and she rarely felt fear: "What are you doing?"

"Ms. Zhong, you look so beautiful."

Zhong Tingyue wore a plaid shirt on top and skinny jeans on the bottom, paired with coffee-colored knee-high boots. Her legs were long and slender, like the most exquisite sculptures of nature. She moved with light steps, both powerful and elegant.

She shook her head frantically: "No, no, I'm not coming anymore, I'm going to die if you come again."

"I'll spare your life."

The two got dressed and left the hotel to get something to eat.

Chu Fang asked, "What would you like to eat?"

"hot pot."

The two walked along the street looking for a hot pot restaurant. It was lunchtime, and long queues stretched in front of every hot pot restaurant, indicating that business was booming.

They looked at each other in bewilderment and had no choice but to take a number and wait in line.

The two sat outside the hot pot restaurant, watching the passersby. Zhong Tingyue said, "Everyone says that life in Chengdu is slow-paced, but I don't think it is slow at all."

"Only the locals are slow; outsiders still have to struggle to make a living."

They chatted idly, and time flew by. Soon it was their turn.

After finishing their hotpot meal, night had fallen. Chu Fang asked, "Where do you want to go next? How about we go back to the hotel to rest?"

Zhong Tingyue sighed, "Just kill me."

You've been playing all afternoon and you're still playing? You're not afraid of dying, but I'm afraid of getting poked to death.

"Let's take a walk," Chu Fang shrugged.

Zhong Tingyue then took his arm, and the two strolled along the street.

The weather in Chengdu in October is pleasant, and there are quite a few people taking a stroll on the streets.

Before long, the two of them arrived at Rongcheng's famous bar street. Zhong Tingyue tugged at her arm and said, "Let's go in and take a look."

"What's so great about bars? They're all the same all over the world," Chu Fang said.

Even so, I went inside anyway.

The waiter served them, bought them some fruit platters and two drinks, and then they sat down, just like in a bar in Shanghai.

This is a quiet bar, with soft music playing all around, and customers chatting quietly.

Just then, a high-pitched male voice reached Zhong Tingyue's ears: "Hello, could I have your contact information?"

She instinctively refused, saying, "Sorry, my phone is dead."

Looking back, I saw a man in his late twenties with a round head, a buzz cut, a full beard, and a strong, muscular physique.

“I’m not asking you.” The bearded man’s gaze swept over her and landed on Chu Fang. “Can I have your contact information? I’m not a bad person, I just want to get to know you.”

"I have a girlfriend."

The bearded man glanced at Zhong Tingyue with a hint of hostility in his eyes, then sighed and left.

"Hahaha... ..."

Chu Fang lay on the table, laughing so hard he was clutching his stomach, while Zhong Tingyue just smirked.

I have never encountered anything so speechless in my life.

I had heard that Chengdu was "open and inclusive," and seeing it for myself today, I can confirm that it truly lives up to its reputation.

Unable to stay any longer, Zhong Tingyue grabbed Chu Fang's arm and left. Before leaving, she could still feel the intense gazes directed at her from behind, as if she had stolen someone else's boyfriend.

"Ms. Zhong, this incident teaches you a lesson: a woman's competitors may not only be women, but also men."

"Tch!" Zhong Tingyue scoffed. "All I can say is that you look like a homosexual."

"That works too." Chu Fang nodded smugly. "Men or women, I'll take them all!"

“... ..."

After that incident, the two immediately took a walk back to the hotel.

Early in the morning, Zhong Tingyue woke up and urged Chu Fang to get up so she could take her to the temple.

She was still thinking about the fortune teller.

The two arrived at the temple and walked around it. Chu Fang shrugged: "There's no one there."

"Really? Take a closer look."

“No, maybe he’s off today…” Chu Fang paused, then craned his neck: “Perhaps he really is capable, he foresaw that you were going to cause him trouble and hid early on. Could it be that you really are a ‘lone star’?”

"If I were a 'lone star of misfortune,' you'd be the first one to die!"

Zhong Tingyue did not give up. She circled the temple several times, but did not see anyone. Then she pulled Chu Fang to the temple, knelt in front of the Buddha, and burned incense to pray.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her lips moved slightly, and when she opened them, she was met with Chu Fang's gaze: "Why are you looking at me like that? What wish did you make?"

"World peace."

“... ..."

"And you?"

"I'll find that fortune teller and kill him!"

“... ..."