"Do you think we should try different ways of making contact?"

What's the meaning?

This inexplicable remark made Su Ping realize something was wrong. The next second, the aroma of wine wafted over her, and before she could escape, her lip was bitten.

The man in front of her began to bite wildly and haphazardly. He quickly became dissatisfied with simple sucking and used the tip of his tongue to pry open her teeth, sweeping and rummaging inside her mouth.

Su Ping felt a little dizzy, like a drowning fish clinging to him. Is drunkenness contagious?

A few minutes later, Shen Jiayu stepped back slightly, panting, "Is that enough?"

"What's enough or not?" Su Ping was completely bewildered when she suddenly felt herself being lifted into the air and carried deeper into the darkness.

Holy crap, could it be what she's thinking? This man's gone mad!

My back touched the soft mattress, my hands were pinned above my head, and a barrage of kisses rained down on me.

Starting from the lips and moving down the neck.

Su Ping was really scared, so she raised her foot and kicked Shen Jiayu.

Shen Jiayu was unable to dodge in time and was kicked in the thigh, instantly sobering him up considerably.

"You dare kick me?"

Anyway, he won't remember what happened today when he sobers up tomorrow, so Su Ping flipped him over and pinned him down on the bed.

"That's right, I'm kicking you, you bastard!"

She felt good after the two slaps.

Shen Jiayu seemed stunned by the blow, standing there without reacting.

Su Ping still felt unsatisfied, so after seeing that he had fallen asleep, she slapped him twice more before slamming the door and leaving.

"Go ahead and go crazy, I'm not playing along!"

[Host, you're just leaving like this?]

【What else? Should we stay and offer him incense?】

Her mission was simply to enter that room and stop him from turning evil. Now that he's already unconscious, why should she stay there?

When Uncle Feng came to pick her up, he looked at her as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

What happened to her face?

Su Ping took out her phone and realized that her face was abnormally red, her hair was messy, and her lips were pouty and covered in water stains.

What constitutes a major social disaster? It would have been better if she were dead!

...

There was a knock on the door. Song Qi opened the door and saw Song Yifei standing in the doorway.

"Sister, is something the matter?"

Thinking back to the aggressive look in her younger brother's eyes last time, Song Yifei felt a little awkward.

"Xiao Qi, do you still have the book you borrowed from me last time?"

Her younger brother and she are studying the same major. He has already completed his first-year major through self-study, and just last month he borrowed his second-year major textbooks from her.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Song Qi nodded, turned around and went back to his room to bring out a stack of books.

He had just finished reading it a couple of days ago and had memorized almost everything. He was thinking about how to find an opportunity to return it to his sister, but he was afraid of upsetting her.

"Exams are coming up soon. Pingping asked me to help her with her studies last time. I suddenly remembered it today, so I came to ask you how your studies are going."

Upon hearing Su Ping's name, Song Qi paused for a moment, but quickly regained his composure.

"I've just finished watching. It's getting late. Sister, you shouldn't stay up too late; it's bad for your eyes."

Look, you've finished reading?

Song Yifei was shocked. Although she had known for a long time that he was exceptionally talented since childhood, this speed still startled her.

After watching his sister go back to her room, he heard his phone beep.

It can only be that person, not my older sister.

This was the first time Su Ping had sent him a message since they became friends.

Su Ping: "Little Song, have you signed up for next week's sports meet? I'll come cheer you on!"

Song Qi: "No, but I saw that my senior signed up for the 3000-meter race. That's amazing."

The other end sent a crying emoji, but Song Qi didn't reply.

But imagining Su Ping on the other side of the screen looking utterly hopeless, he couldn't help but chuckle.

Su Ping lay down on the bed, and the broadcast of Calabash Brothers began.

[Ding! The corruption value of the target character Song Qi has decreased by 1%, currently at a total corruption value of 47%. Please keep up the good work, host!]

Chatting can reduce your "darkening" level? Is there really such a good thing?!

If that's the case, then it's not unreasonable for her to keep three electronic pets, right?

Shen Jiayu was probably still drunk, so she immediately rejected him.

Click on Tu Hengchuan's WeChat profile picture, type out a line of text, and send it to him.

Tu Hengchuan is familiarizing himself with the script in his hands. The company has reassigned him an agent, the top agent Sister Yu, who has managed several first- and second-tier stars.

When all was quiet, my phone beeped.

Su Ping: "Brother Chuan, are you asleep?"

Tu Hengchuan: "What's up?"

Su Ping: "Brother Chuan, you didn't even tell me when you left. I saw it trending on Weibo, and I knew you weren't that kind of person."

Tu Hengchuan was so angry at her words that he laughed.

It's been almost a week, and I only just remembered to send it to him. His reaction time is way too long.

Three minutes later, Su Ping watched helplessly as the other person's chat box went from typing to complete silence.

What's the meaning?

[Host, he doesn't want to reply to you.]

Okay, she's going to sleep!

After a while, Tu Hengchuan heard his phone ring twice more.

Thinking it was Su Ping again, I ignored it.

Two seconds later, the voice call started.

"What's up?"

The person on the other end was clearly surprised that he answered the phone so quickly, and choked for a moment.

Tu Ling: "Grandpa said he couldn't get in touch with you, so he asked me to come and ask you what happened."

What happened?

Ever since he refused to join the company and chose to become an actor, the old man immediately forced him to block all the family's contact information. Now he's asking him what's going on.

Tu Hengchuan: "What else did he say?"

Something unusual must be going on. This is the first time the old man has offered him a way out.

Tu Ling: "Mom's death anniversary is coming soon. Grandpa said that if you still want to come back, you should bring her with you."

Tu Hengchuan: "Who?"

Tu Ling: "Seriously? The girl already made it official on Weibo last time, and you followed her back, didn't you?"

she?

Tu Hengchuan genuinely didn't know who the person who helped him was, and she didn't reply to his messages.

There has been no follow-up since that Weibo post, probably because they didn't want to reveal too much personal information. I wonder what they were thinking.

Tu Hengchuan: "I don't know who she is."

Tu Ling clicked his tongue.

"Little Chuan Chuan, I never thought you were such a scumbag. Even when you've used someone's bridge, you're already so quick to kick them away."

Before he could speak, Tu Ling continued, "Whether what you said is true or not, you know Grandpa's temper. If you don't bring someone back, he really won't let you come back to pay your respects on the anniversary of Mom's death."

"Okay, got it."

Su Ping was startled awake by a sneeze while she was dreaming.

No, who's chirping crickets at her in the middle of the night?

The next day was Friday.

Uncle Wu was preparing breakfast when he heard someone coming downstairs. He looked up and greeted them as he arranged the dishes.

"Young Master, please get up..."

!!

Can anyone tell him why there are two conspicuous handprints on his young master's porcelain-white face?