Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

It was already evening when Ji Shulang woke up. The dim setting sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, making his eyes sore and swollen, and tears flowed.

pain.

My whole body hurts.

His head was splitting, as if countless small hammers were hammering rusty nails into his skull; his throat was dry, swallowing was difficult, and his mouth was filled with a bad taste; his body felt like it had been repeatedly run over by a truck, every part of it was sore and painful, and his muscles were soft and powerless.

His whole body seemed to be out of his control. Ji Shulang opened his eyes with difficulty and felt that the whole world was spinning.

Where is this...

Hotel.

It took Ji Shulang a long time to restart his thinking function. He realized where he was and struggled to sit up.

He thought that his friends must have brought him here, but unexpectedly, the movement of standing up hurt the wound on his buttocks, and he fell back in pain.

Meanwhile, Ji Seol-rang realizes that he has nothing on.

Regardless of the pain in his butt that felt like it was about to split into eighty-eight pieces, Ji Shulang sat up and checked himself...

His whole body was covered in bruises, not a single spot was healthy, and there was a clear slap mark on his waist...

One, a slap mark that could only have been left by a man’s hand.

"what--"

Ji Shulang screamed and howled in extreme pain, struggling to get off the bed, but his hand touched a small piece of half-wet black lace fabric...

"what--"

Ji Shulang felt like he had one foot in hell.

Ji Shulang fell off the bed, and several empty bottles of lubricant beside the bed collided with each other, making a slight sound. The sound was no less than a nuclear bomb exploding in Ji Shulang's brain.

Now, he had both feet in hell.

Messy bed, scattered adult products, and a discarded small umbrella in the corner...

Hell! This is hell!

"what--"

Ji Shulang didn't remember how he put on the clothes with dried stains on them, nor how he left the room with unsteady steps.

His last memory of last night was a plump woman dancing with her arms around him. Her fragrant and soft breasts made it hard for him to breathe, and his already intoxicated brain completely lost consciousness due to lack of oxygen.

Yinlang opened the door a crack, watched Ji Shulang go downstairs in a daze, and sent a message to Ji Shumiao.

Ji Shulang left the hotel as if he was running for his life, as if there were thousands of evil spirits chasing him.

As soon as he walked out of the hotel, he was stimulated by the fresh air and his brain instantly returned to its place. Ji Shulang turned around and walked quickly to the front desk, saying in a tough tone: "I want to see your surveillance records. Who brought me to the hotel?!"

I will cut him into pieces! Cut him into pieces!

The receptionist instinctively leaned back because of the stench on him and said, "I'm sorry, sir, we can't disclose this because it involves the privacy of our guests."

Just as Ji Shulang was about to get angry, the receptionist took a stack of bills and stuffed them into his hand: "By the way, this is the deposit for your room."

Deposit?

What deposit? It's clearly... it's...

Ji Shulang looked at the banknotes in his hand with bloodshot eyes, and raised his hand to show the banknotes.

The scene before him overlapped with the memory of last night, he was throwing money in the bar...

It's all his own fault, he can't blame anyone else.

Ji Shulang walked out in a daze. He was in such a miserable state now that he could not blame anyone else.

Ji Shumiao's car was parked on the side of the road at the corner. When he saw Ji Shulang from a distance, he rubbed his eyes until they turned red, put two drops of eye drops in them, and then got out of the car and rushed towards him.

"Brother! Where have you been? We've been looking for you for a whole day and a whole night..." Ji Shumiao said while sobbing. Her eyes swept over the marks on his neck and she quickly covered her mouth. The surprise in her eyes was genuine.

Those purple and blue marks on Ji Shulang's neck and shoulders, if not kiss marks, what could they be?

Also, if he didn't cover his mouth, Ji Shumiao would be vomited by the stench on his body.

Ji Shulang covered the marks on his neck in panic: "Nothing happened, nothing happened!"

Ji Shumiao ignored his excuses and asked crying, "Come home with me, your family is very worried about you..."

Ji Shulang got into the car with her, and they both sat in the back seat, close to the doors on both sides.

Ji Shulang kept turning his head to look out the window in a daze. Ji Shumiao secretly sent a message to Yinlang to ask what happened to Ji Shulang's neck injury.

Hidden Wolf:

[I pinched it.]

[I saw that his skin was too white, so I slapped him a few times and pinched him to cause some bruises.]

Ji Shumiao bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from laughing out loud. With Brother Wolf's strength and that slap, Brother Lang must have misunderstood her even more. No wonder she seemed to be more traumatized than she expected.

Hidden Wolf: [I had to do the whole act, so I went to the adult store next door and bought some props to fake the scene.]

Yinlang stopped at the point and didn't tell Ji Shumiao too much detail.

Ji Shumiao unconsciously gave him a thumbs up, but knowing that he couldn't see it, he sent him all the emoticons that he liked in his phone.

Putting away her phone, Ji Shumiao could not help herself. She turned her back to Ji Shulang, clenched her teeth tightly, and covered her mouth with both hands to prevent herself from laughing. However, her body shook involuntarily and her shoulders trembled slightly. The effort to hold back her laughter made her breathing disordered and fluctuated rapidly.

In Ji Shulang's eyes, his sister had been worrying about him all night and was now crying for him.

"Okay, I'm fine." Ji Shulang comforted.

After hearing what he said, Ji Shumiao sobbed even harder.