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"Who are you going to call?! Who is the person who just sent you home! You are mine! How could you cheat on me behind my back-"

Hysterical shouts.

Incompetent fury.

Cheng Xuran couldn't breathe, her back hit the wall, and her vision went dark. She squeezed the hands on her neck hard, coughing intermittently, and gritted her teeth: "This... this is... you, you said, you won't hurt me. ?”

Looking at the longing face in front of him, it seemed as if thousands of candid photos had condensed into a miniature, and the man said angrily: "You betrayed me first!"

"If he dares to come up, I will kill him!" The man suddenly grinned, his eyes flashing with a turbid and sinful light, and waved the knife in his hand, "Kill him, and you will be mine."

Cheng Xuran's blood seemed to freeze.

The other party must be on drugs.

What would a sasaeng who has completely lost his mind do in the middle of the night?
In such a situation, Cheng Xuran even forgot about the pain in her body. She regretted letting Song Yanqing take her home, regretted the phone call she had just given to Song Yanqing, and regretted letting him come up.

Afraid of him coming up.

Afraid that something might happen to him.

"You, you like me, right? Don't be like this... I'm scared." Cheng Xuran said painfully, trying her best to comfort the raging bastard in front of her, she continued intermittently, "How and when did you like me... Why didn't you talk to me?"

"I've been talking to you every day!" The man subconsciously relaxed his grip on her neck, raised his voice, and held the handle of the knife excitedly with his right hand.

"But you never responded to me. I followed you every day. I watched you filming, watching you eat, and watching you come home. We are very, very loving."

"But -" The man's voice suddenly turned cold, like the crunching sound of a dead rat's corpse, sending chills through the bones.

He looked at Cheng Xuran with endless viciousness in his eyes, pointed the tip of the knife at her, and put more force on his hand, "How dare you betray me and talk to other men, you bitch, I will make you pay the price!"

elder brother.

Big brother.

Do you know that your emotions are so capricious and black and white are impermanent?
Cheng Xuran felt like she was about to faint. If this continued, she might not be able to jump out of the window. When the forensic doctor came to do the autopsy, the headlines the next day would be: A certain well-known actress died of suffocation. What happened to her during her lifetime.

Maybe it's less tragic than jumping off a building.

In the blurred vision, there was the shaking ceiling, the faint moonlight, and the distorted face of the strange bastard.

Cheng Xuran's pupils were dilated and her ears were buzzing. She just hoped that Song Yanqing would not go upstairs, and it was best to call the police if she noticed anything unusual.

Cheng Xuran tried to give full play to her professionalism as an actor and communicate with others, but the other party really didn't give her the chance. She was speechless because he talked a lot.

The constantly waving knife rubbed Cheng Xuran's face, and she felt a surge of heat rushing down her face. She struggled desperately, used up her last strength, and shouted for help: "Help--"

His mouth was tightly covered.

"Boom, boom—"

There was a knock on the door at this moment.

Very clear.

The man stopped suddenly, strangled Cheng Xuran's neck, and stared at the closed door with red eyes.

The atmosphere was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

A door separates two worlds.

Cheng Xuran's heartbeat rose high and fell into the abyss with the knock on the door that rang twice and then became quiet again.