A brown-haired girl is here.
"Hey, he's such a gentleman! You have no idea how captivating his smile, his aquiline nose, and every little thing he does are. And you have no idea how considerate he is. I must be in love!"
The girl was on the phone, her voice so sweet it almost melted Fang Zong's bones.
“Her name is Hera,” the playboy said in a very gentle tone, his eyes also gentle.
Fang Zong: "..."
What are they trying to do? Show off their affection?
Do you know the saying that showing off your love in public leads to a quick breakup? Well, you're already dead.
Fang Zong was speechless.
He suddenly had a sense of déjà vu, like a love affair between a human and a ghost. Could it be that the harlot lured him here, and it was all arranged by the playboy?
This playboy wanted to tell himself, "I'm a good guy? I just want to date?"
Then the question becomes: who laid the minefield?
The playboy gently stroked Hera's long hair, but Hera was completely unaware of the playboy's presence or Fang Zong's.
She put down her phone and washed her hair in the bathroom, her movements gentle, humming a song. She was clearly a happy little woman, but suddenly, she heard a series of 'pupuwawa' sounds.
Hera didn't know how to describe the sound; she just felt it was like someone groaning in pain.
She couldn't help but shiver, feeling that the water was sticky and viscous. When she opened her eyes, she saw that her hands and body were covered in blood!
Blood was gushing out of the water pipe!
"Ah!" Hera couldn't suppress her fear and screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here!" The playboy rushed over immediately.
Fang Zong: "..."
Damn it!
Trying to pick up girls? You're really something else!
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