Quick Wear: Please, the host is really dedicated

Zhou Zhi stayed in a hotel and did not go back to her small home. Now was Zhou Wei's summer vacation, and Zhou's parents also took leave to come back. Naturally, the small house could not accommodate so many people. Even if she went back, she could only sleep on the makeshift bed in the living room. It was better to sleep in a hotel.

It was already late when Zhou Wei sent her to the hotel, and Zhou Zhi asked him to go back early. Zhou Wei saw that she was tired, so he didn't stay long and didn't let her send him off, and left soon.

Zhou Zhi had just finished a quick shower and was about to lie down when there was a knock on the door again.

She sat up and opened her phone to check the time. She happened to see a message from Zhou Wei.

"I brought the phone you were using earlier. I forgot to give it to you just now. I just gave it to the waiter in the hotel. It should be here soon."

Zhou Zhi typed "OK", sighed, and got out of bed silently.

Then another message popped up, still from Zhou Wei: "But I got you a new phone. Your previous phone was so old and out of date. The phone card is still the original one."

Zhou Zhi laughed and immediately sent a voice message: "I don't mind. By the way, where did you get the money to buy it for me?"

Zhou Wei didn't reply to her.

Zhou Zhi looked outside and saw that it was indeed the waiter. He quickly opened the door, took the phone, and closed the door again.

The phone wasn't a particularly expensive device, but it was a decent enough device, one of the latest models from that brand.

I opened my phone and it was clean with only some basic information.

Zhou Zhi didn't take it seriously and just lay down and fell asleep. She slept soundly until the evening of the next day, when she was woken up by a phone call.

She first took out her own cell phone, and when she found it was not the one ringing, she found another cell phone. Before she could see who was calling, she swiped to answer the call and said "Hello" in a daze.

There was harsh heavy metal music on the other end of the phone. She felt a little strange and didn't know who it was. She pulled away and heard a suppressed cry the next second: "Save me... Zhizhi... Save me..."

For some reason, Zhou Zhi immediately recognized whose voice it was. The voice was engraved in a certain place and he had never paid attention to it before. Even if there was a slight change, as long as it appeared, Zhou Zhi could clearly know who the owner of the voice was - Wen Ling, whom he saw as soon as he came back yesterday.

Zhou Zhi unconsciously clenched his cell phone as countless murder and dismemberment scenes flashed through his mind.

"what happened to you?"

"I don't know - it hurts - I feel so bad..."

His voice was not very clear in the noise, even a little vague.

"Where are you?"

"In a bar, calling...calling..."

The phone hangs up.

Known: 6.

She called again, but no one answered. She called again, and this time someone answered. She quickly asked for the location, and when she was about to hang up and call the police, she heard a soft, pleading voice from the other end of the phone: "Don't call the police, okay? I feel so bad - don't call the police -"

Got hung up on again.

Zhou Zhi: I’m really convinced. Will it be safe if I go?

Although I thought so, when I thought about it carefully, it seemed that the people in the novel were not willing to trust the police. Why were they unwilling to call the police first when encountering any problem? When they encountered danger, they would look for a useless person to save them. If this is not a disease, what is it?

She then thought about it.

Could it be that this phone call was really a conspiracy?

……

Zhou Zhi still went out. When she arrived at the door of the bar, she felt like she was crazy.

As soon as he got out of the car and stepped on the smooth road, he felt a gust of warm wind mixed with the scent of the air conditioner. Zhou Zhi, who had just come out of the air-conditioned room, walked into the bar again, but he didn't know where to hide the stick he had taken from the hotel.

Fortunately, I got in.

She walked slowly through the noisy dance floor, looking for the room number.

When she arrived, there was no one in the room he mentioned.

Eh?

Zhou Zhi raised the stick and walked a few steps inside.

"Wen Ling?"

She called out tentatively.

There was a faint noise coming from the small corner. Zhou Zhi walked a few steps and arrived there. He pulled aside the curtains and saw Wen Ling curled up by the window.

Wen Ling's eyes scanned her body with difficulty, and finally fell on the stick in her hand, and stopped moving.

Zhou Zhi had no desire to let go of the stick and looked down at him, neither smiling nor angry.

Not close at all.

Wen Ling couldn't help but think.

There were several scars on his body that were exposed, and Zhou Zhi only saw the wound on his arm.

She moved her hands and lifted the stick. Wen Ling's eyes were full of disbelief, but the next second he pounced on her and hugged her legs.

There was no one else in the private room, but Zhou Zhi still looked around vigilantly, worried that someone would come out from an unknown corner and beat her up in the next second.

Fortunately not.

Zhou Zhi then turned his gaze back to Wen Ling. He was very hot, and his whole body was burning hot. He pressed against her skin, which was a little too hot.

She groped down and placed her soft palms on his face. Wen Ling cooperated and let her caress him.

Like I ate something bad.

Zhou Zhi realized it later: "What did you eat?"

Wen Ling was panting lightly, as if she was deeply in love, but it was obvious that she just touched his face and did not do anything else.

Wen Ling hugged her legs and kissed her. Her arrival seemed to have unlocked the last of his desires, which poured out all at once, violent and terrifying.

"I think..." He answered the question irrelevantly, and his words and actions revealed a strong sense of danger, which easily revealed a problem from the side. Zhou Zhi guessed it right.

He must have been fed something messy.

The kiss mark was slightly hot.

Zhou Zhi didn't think too much about it. He was really clinging to him now and couldn't be pushed away. His soft pleading sounded more like an invitation, leaving no room for anyone's rationality.

"Please—"

He suddenly looked up in confusion, as if the last bit of sanity left was driving him to ask. If she couldn't give him the same response, he might still lose his sanity in the end.

That's actually quite boring.