Zhao Bo had already reached the hotel parking lot, just one step away, when he suddenly became scared.

He glanced at Yi An, who was standing beside him with an imposing air, and cautiously suggested, "How about we don't go?"

Yi An glared at him, "Go! You have to go!"

He just wanted to see exactly where he fell short of Zhao Bo!

Hearing his resolute words, Zhao Bo sighed softly, "Beauty can ruin a country!"

It's all because he's too handsome and flashy!

The two took the elevator to their room's floor.

Yi An stood at the corner, watching Zhao Bo walk to the front of the room.

Zhao Bo held the room key, his face full of hesitation. He wanted to reach out and hit it, but then hesitated and pulled back.

He turned to look at Yi An as if pleading for help, his eyes begging for mercy, but Yi An glared back at him.

"Fine, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

Zhao Bo gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and knocked on the door without opening it.

He's still a coward.

Soon, footsteps approached from afar, and Zhao Bo felt the air around him freeze, his breathing becoming rapid.

It's coming.

Is it really coming?

Hearing the door open beside him, Zhao Bo looked up and called out loudly, "Su... Yan?"

He stared intently at his hairy, cool-dressed foreign friend, and fell into deep self-doubt.

Did you go to the wrong door?

Zhao Bo looked down and checked the room number on the room card again. Yes, he hadn't gone to the wrong room.

But he couldn't explain the situation he was in.

He could only apologize to his foreign friend in broken English: "Sorry."

He turned to leave, but it didn't seem so easy.

The foreign friend grabbed his wrist and said in broken Chinese, "Su Yan, yes, yes."

Zhao Bo watched him nod like a chicken pecking at rice, and then looked at his strange, shining eyes, and inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine.

He struggled, trying to break free from his foreign friend's grasp.

"Sorry, sorry," was the only phrase he kept repeating.

The foreign friend was full of questions: Why was this friend rejecting him like this?

A Chinese phrase suddenly popped into his mind: "to feign reluctance while welcoming," and his eyes lit up.

Wow, this is so romantic!

"We don't need to play hard to get; we can get straight to the point."

Zhao Bo: "····?!"

It's as if he understood something.

etc.

"Su Yan, you've mistaken me for someone you don't know."

When things get really bad, he doesn't care what language it is; it just starts gushing out of his mouth.

But Zhao Bo's resistance seemed to have no effect; he was dragged in like a little chick.

Zhao Bo seemed to have a deep sense of what was about to happen.

He clung to the door, crying and shouting, "No! No! No! Help! Help!"

He yelled in his hoarse voice, as if he wanted to summon the hotel receptionist.

Yi An, who was not far away, felt something was wrong no matter how he looked at it. After hearing Zhao Bo's cry for help, he finally couldn't help but limp over to him.

But when he saw that the person standing at the door was a foreign man with a full beard and a beer belly, instead of Su Yan, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The foreign man looked at his friend who had just emerged from the crack in the ground, his face full of confusion: "What happened?"

Zhao Bo trembled, wrapped his little clothes tighter, and looked at Yi An with a pitiful expression.

"Brother, save me!"

Before Yi'an could even comprehend what was happening before her eyes, the foreign uncle had already grasped everything with his extraordinary comprehension skills.

"Buy one get one free? So happy!" he exclaimed.

Why did Yi An feel a chill run down her spine when he mentioned "buy one get one free"?

"Hey, baby!"

The foreign uncle excitedly tried to pull Yi'an away. If Yi'an still didn't understand the situation, she would be a fool.

He grabbed Zhao Bo and ran desperately toward the elevator.

The middle-aged man wanted to give chase, but worried about being wrapped only in a thin bath towel, he could only angrily curse from behind: "What happened? Oh! bitch!"

Yi An and Zhao Bo rushed into the elevator, only then did they feel safe.

Yi An was panting heavily, leaning against the elevator wall, her face contorted in pain.

"It seems to have cracked a bit again."

Su Yan stood at the corner, watching the two people who looked like runaway lovers, her brows almost twisted into a pretzel.

She was afraid something bad would happen, so she followed, but she never expected to see this scene.

Without thinking, she dialed Duan Sisi's number: "Sister, it's all over! Yi An is here to catch them cheating! They've both run away!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Sisi was shocked. "Then what are you looking at the scenery for?! Run for your lives!"

Having escaped from the jaws of death, Zhao Bo huddled trembling in the car seat, tears streaming down his face.

"I have never been looked at by a man with those wolfish, predatory eyes," he sobbed intermittently.

After saying that, he covered his face with tissues and burst into tears of grievance.

Suddenly, a faint laugh reached my ears.

Zhao Bo jolted awake, raised his head, and stared intently at Yi An beside him with a questioning gaze.

Are you laughing?

"No!"

Yi An tried hard to suppress the upturned corners of her mouth and made a sad expression.

Zhao Bo looked at his twitching lips and said, "You're smiling!"

In response to Zhao Bo's accusation, Yi An righteously admitted, "Okay, I was laughing!"

This scoundrel even dares to admit it!

Zhao Bo felt betrayed. He tore at the tissue in his hand, pointing at Yi An like a wronged woman, and accused her: "Yi An, who did I do this for! I didn't even laugh at you when you were cracked! You, you, you..."

He was so angry he was convulsing. "I'm breaking off all ties with you!"

He yelled, turned around, opened the car door, and was about to leave.

Yi An quickly grabbed her arm and coaxed her like a little wife, "Alright, alright, don't be angry, it's not a big deal! How can you find a partner if you don't experience a few tough guys in your life!"

Although Zhao Bo felt that what he heard was a bit of nonsense, it still comforted him.

Have you ever experienced that?

Yi An was stunned by this question about death.

"I... my friend went through it."

Zhao Bo: "····?!"

Zhao Bo was so angry and embarrassed that his face turned almost tomato red.

"Yi'an, my heart is severely traumatized and needs treatment. You must take full responsibility for this!"

Yi'an thought his request wasn't unreasonable.

Compared to that, it's easier to accept that Su Yan has taken a liking to him.

How to treat it?

Why did Zhao Bo show a slight blush after he asked that question?