After finishing the meal.

Su Luo returned to her room, lay flat on her bed, stared at the ceiling, and began to seriously consider what she should do.

Should I go back to doing live streaming?

No, live streaming income is not stable, and most of his previous good performance was due to gifts from Song Lingshan.

He earns his own money, but it doesn't amount to much in a month.

I'm thinking about Song Lingshan again. It's so annoying.

Although he was unwilling to recall her and forced himself to block out all images of her, she seemed to have become part of his very being.

I think of her from time to time, and she suddenly appears out of nowhere, completely uncontrollably.

Su Luo shook her head vigorously, trying to banish Song Lingshan from her mind.

Keep thinking about how to make money.

He was suddenly suggested by a director to become an actor when he was working at iQiyi Media.

At that time, he was unwilling to put aside his dignity and play a female role by dressing up as a woman, and he also felt that he couldn't deliver the lines well, after all, he had a serious stutter.

But things are different now. He doesn't stutter anymore, and for the sake of money, he feels he can let go of things like dignity. After all, he's already died once, so what is there to hold onto?

Huh?

It doesn't seem like that will work. He has a scar on his face. Although the scar isn't deep, it's still very noticeable on camera.

On second thought, applying foundation should cover it up, and he could also go to the hospital to see a doctor for laser treatment, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

Su Luo decided to talk to the director from before tomorrow and ask if he would still be willing to mentor him.

Still not sleepy, Su Luo rolled out of bed, took off her clothes, and planned to take a hot bath to relax.

But after taking off her clothes, she remembered that she still had gauze on her shoulder and the wound hadn't fully healed, so she couldn't get it wet and therefore couldn't take a bath.

Su Luo bent down to retrieve her pajamas from the laundry basket in the corner.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the mirror on the opposite wall.

Su Luo put down her pajamas and, as if possessed, stood in front of the mirror. Looking at her naked reflection, her pupils trembled slightly.

He hasn't looked in the mirror properly since he left Song Lingshan's house.

The person in the mirror looked much thinner than before; their collarbones were so thick you could raise fish in them, and their skin was as white as a vampire in the dark, devoid of any human presence.

Its body was covered with large and small purplish-red wounds, crisscrossing and looking quite gruesome.

He remembered that Song Lingshan had once lost control and whipped him with a snake whip; he never expected it would actually leave a scar.

She must really hate me, otherwise she wouldn't have been so ruthless. After all, we lived together for three years and she didn't leave a single scar on my body.

He sees the scar on his face every time he washes his face, and he's long been used to it. He's never cared about his face.

But this was the first time he had seen these scars on his body so clearly and comprehensively.

Su Luo gave a self-deprecating smirk.

Given all this, what's the point of being an actor? What are you dreaming of?

His body now resembles a rag doll that has been played with and ruined; anyone who sees it would feel disgusted, and even he himself finds it repulsive.

The reason Ye Xiaoman still likes him is probably because she didn't see what she looked like with her clothes off.

So, if he can't be an actor anymore, what should he do?

What should I do?

do what?

do what?

Su Luo's temples began to throb, and his skull felt like it was about to crack open.

My vision began to blur, and a sharp noise rang in my ears.

Su Luo covered her head with both hands, staggered to the door, and wanted to go back to bed.

But suddenly a familiar voice came from behind.

Where are you going?

Su Luo turned around blankly. The white-haired monster, who hadn't appeared for half a month, was sitting lazily on the washbasin, legs crossed, with a mocking smile on his androgynous face.

Su Luo instantly lost her composure and cursed him loudly.

"Why are you out here again? Go back!"

The monster elegantly stroked its flowing white hair and smiled.

"Get out of here! Do you think I wanted to show up? Didn't you summon me?"

Su Luo's head throbbed even more. "Who summoned you? Have you no shame?"

"You're the shameless one. You know perfectly well that the Ye siblings like you, yet you still have the audacity to move in."

Su Luo, her thoughts exposed, retorted angrily, "None of your business! I'm doing it my way!"

The monster jumped off the sink and approached him step by step.

"What, you still don't dare to admit it? You can't fool me. Don't forget, you and I are one."

Su Luo started to panic, "Don't come any closer, stay away from me..."

"What are you afraid of? I'm not going to rape you..."

"Get away from me, don't touch me..."

...

Ye Xiaoman, who lives next door, is a night owl and is sitting on her bed watching a TV series on her laptop.

A loud noise was heard coming from Su Luo's room.

He immediately closed his laptop, got out of bed, and went to the next room.

He raised his hand to knock on the door, asking anxiously as he did so.

"Su Luo, what's wrong?"

There was a noise coming from the door.

"I kill you……"

Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaoman took a step back without saying a word and rammed the door with her shoulder.

I bumped into it but it wouldn't open, so I took a deep breath and kicked the door.

With a loud bang!

The door was kicked open.

Seeing the scene before me, I gasped in shock.

Su Luo lay naked on the ground, choking himself, shouting, "I'll kill you!"

Even more alarming, she noticed the scars covering his entire body, and her heart clenched suddenly.

She had never encountered such a situation before, and disregarding the fact that Su Luo was not dressed, she bent down and forcefully pried Su Luo's hands off her neck.

Then he put his arm around Su Luo's waist, carried her to the bed, and covered her with the blanket.

Su Luo continued to struggle, trying to get out of the covers.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was shouting.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

Ye Xiaoman jumped onto the bed, straddled him, and pressed his hands down hard through the blanket, her voice trembling.

"Xiao Luo, it's me. Wake up, I won't hurt you. Don't be afraid, calm down. Look who I am."

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you! You monster!"

Su Luo seemed not to hear her at all. She stuck her leg out from under the covers and kicked Ye Xiaoman in the side.

Bang!

Ye Xiaoman was kicked off the bed by Su Luo and fell to the ground, clutching her aching side, staring incredulously at Su Luo, who was still acting crazy on the bed.

She never expected that Su Luo, who had gone mad, would be so strong.

Seeing that Su Luo was about to pinch herself again, Ye Xiaoman suddenly remembered the sedatives the doctor had mentioned. She had kept many of them and placed several in various corners of the house.

The purpose was so that if Su Luo went mad, he could be injected at any time.

He immediately opened the bedside table drawer, took out a tranquilizer, lifted the blanket, and plunged it into Su Luo's shoulder, quickly pushing the medicine in.

After the injection, Su Luo quickly calmed down, but she was still not fully conscious, and her body curled up like a baby in the womb.

My body was trembling uncontrollably.