When someone knocked on the door, Rong Shang was in no mood at all.

Right now, she finds even the towels and toothbrushes she used before an eyesore.

The system didn't speak at that time. Rong Chang picked up the knife from the ground and held the sharp blade to her temple.

It was as if the system would die along with her if she stabbed it.

Incomprehensible madness.

The system shook its head, its tone earnest, "Isn't being alive good enough?"

Is it because there's no food or drink, or because men aren't fun anymore?

"roll!"

He was about to plunge the knife in.

A loud bang.

The wooden door outside was kicked open.

Rong Shang heard the waiter say, "Sir, you can actually use the spare key. If you kick the door like that and damage it, you'll have to pay for it."

Someone has come in.

Rong Chang's gaze turned cold.

He threw all the knives in his hand into the bathtub.

The wound on my wrist had long since healed, and the bright red blood on it had dried up.

Rong Shang tugged at her sleeve to cover herself before going out.

The waiter turned around and saw her, then immediately said to the man next to him, "See, I told you there were people in here, why didn't you believe me?"

well.

Perhaps the man kicked the door, which displeased the waiter, because he kept babbling on and on.

Rong Shang didn't look at him, but instead looked at the person next to him who was wearing a hat and a mask.

It must be him, Gu Xingchen.

"It's alright, you can go now."

After dismissing the waiter, Rong Shang strode to the door and closed it.

She heard footsteps behind her, and when she turned around, the man stepped forward and pinned her against the door.

His deep gaze was fixed on her, as if he wanted to see right through her.

After she opened her mouth to say "you," the man lowered his head and sealed her lips with his.

...

That night, a fierce storm raged.

The phone is not turned on.

She doesn't know if the person who threatened her last night has called yet.

Rong Chang didn't care.

The man's anger made her wonder if he knew something.

Her lips went numb, and Rong Shang pushed him away, raising her foot to stop him from moving forward.

What are you doing?

What were you doing in your room today?

His sharp gaze went straight for her wrist.

Gu Xingchen knew that her hand was covered in blood.

He just didn't want to expose her.

Even though my heart is aching.

"No."

The plan failed, and Rong Chang's complexion was clearly not good.

She glanced at him indifferently and walked past him. "What else can we do at a hotel?"

"Suicide?" She raised the corner of her lips, her tone mocking.

This may seem like a joke, but in reality, both of them knew the truth.

With a sudden tightening of his grip, the man grabbed her from behind.

"Is that so?" He smiled, but his eyes dimmed slightly. "Then I'd like to see where the wound is."

After he finished speaking, he directly lifted her sleeve, which startled Rong Shang.

She immediately reached out and took his hand, but when she looked down, she realized that the hand that had cut his wrist was not this one.

Were you scared?

The man caught a glimpse of the fleeting panic on her face, and he chuckled, a bitter laugh in his eyes.

let go.

Smile.

"I was just kidding."

With his hands in his pockets, Gu Xingchen went inside and sat down on the sofa in her room.

Have you eaten? Are you hungry?

Exhale.

"Shall we order a restaurant? We can eat in the room."

For some reason, his voice was trembling as he spoke.

At the time, Rong Shang didn't know what had happened.

She walked over, but before she could say anything...

The man leaned over and hugged her tightly.

"Don't go."