Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

These days, apartment buildings like this don't have elevators. He carried Liu Jing on his back, climbing each floor one by one. Fortunately, it was only the fifth floor, not too high. The woman on his back wasn't actually heavy; she looked slender, but...

But the information was truly astonishing.

As the stairs swayed, the fabric pressed tightly against his broad back, shifting and changing in countless ways!

His hands, in order to support her, inevitably touched, a moment that was equally thrilling.

The hallway was quiet, save for his slightly heavy footsteps and the woman's occasional unconscious, drunken murmurs.

Damn it, it was already hot, and this whole thing made it even hotter inside and out.

Upon reaching the door of the fifth-floor room, Zhong Yuemin had to steady the limp person on his back while simultaneously rummaging through her purse for her keys. He finally found the keychain, and just as he hooked it out, before he could even align it with the keyhole…

The woman lying behind him suddenly let out a gagging gurgling sound from her throat.

"Hey... no, wait a bit before you throw up, just hold it in!"

Zhong Yuemin's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly sped up his movements.

"We're almost home, come inside..."

The last word "spit" hadn't even been uttered yet.

"vomit……!"

A stream of warm vomit, emitting a strong, sour, and fermented odor, gushed out like a fountain.

Zhong Yuemin had his back to her, and this time, the entire contents were poured into the back of his neck.

"I go!"

Zhong Yuemin was so startled that he almost threw the woman off. His hair stood on end. The woman on his back was indeed beautiful, but what she vomited up... could it possibly smell good?!

Even poop smells bad!

It was so disgusting it made his scalp tingle!

Vomit flowed down his neck and chest, all the way down to his trouser legs, making him walk awkwardly and unsteadily.

I feel like dying!

Suppressing the churning in his stomach, he frantically unlocked the door, rushed into the room, and headed straight for the bathroom. Without bothering to be gentle, he shoved Liu Jing off his back and into the bathtub.

The woman remained unconscious, and he himself was also covered in the mess.

He couldn't care less about that now; his own safety was the priority. He rushed into the shower, slammed the glass door shut, quickly stripped off his thoroughly soiled clothes and threw them aside, turned on the shower, rinsed himself off, and, having no change of clothes, hastily wrapped a towel around his waist before emerging with wet hair.

Looking at the unconscious, filthy woman in the bathtub, he let out a long sigh:

"Never mind... I'll be a good Samaritan to the end."

Finally, the grueling cleaning was over. He wrapped the half-dry woman in a large bath towel, carried her out of the bathroom, placed her on the soft bed in the bedroom, and covered her with a blanket.

He didn't leave, though. He sat down on the other side of the bed. First, his clothes were still wet from the recent washing, and he couldn't very well run out wrapped in a towel with his bare bottom exposed. Second... this woman was so drunk; if she vomited again later and no one was watching her, she might choke or even suffocate.

Let's keep watch.

But the woman, drunk and restless, rolled over and clung to him like an octopus, murmuring...

"Hmm, I can't drink anymore..."

"Hey... Manager Liu, please don't..."

Liu Jing's mind was foggy, and her body swayed unsteadily. She felt like she was having a dream in which she was being chased by a ferocious tiger. She ran and ran, but she couldn't escape and was eventually caught.

The tiger opened its blood-red maw and devoured her...

She woke up after an unknown amount of time, her body covered in bloodstains and bruises. Startled, she quickly got up, wondering if there really was a tiger.

There was even something on the side...

As expected, ah... a scream echoed throughout the bedroom!

Zhong Yuemin was also exhausted. He then realized that no matter whether it was a man or a woman, when they were really drunk, their energy to torment people was equally "astonishing". Even he, with his background as a special forces soldier, couldn't handle it. After it was over, his eyelids felt as heavy as if they were made of lead, and he fell asleep in a daze without realizing it.

With a start, almost instinctively, I sat bolt upright in bed. My mind wasn't fully clear when I met Liu Jing's wide-open eyes.

It was filled with fear, anger, shame, and a hint of bewilderment, staring straight ahead...

Zhong Yuemin felt a buzzing sound, and his head was spinning!

"Uh, Manager Liu, well..."

He tried to speak, hoping to organize his chaotic thoughts into a reasonable explanation, but his words were hesitant and stammering.

“You were drunk last night… I brought you home… and then you threw up… I had no choice but to wash you up… and then you… um…”

The more he spoke, the less confident he became, and the more feeble his words sounded. Finally, his head almost drooped to his chest, and he resigned himself to his fate.

He knew all his excuses were flimsy. After all, the facts were there: he had... and she was the first one to come to his door. He really didn't expect things to develop to this point; it was simply adding insult to injury!

In my heart, I could only curse myself:

That's a fucking beast! How can he have no self-control? He'll take advantage of any little bit of kindness. Is he some kind of animal? But it's too late to say anything now.

孽 孽!

Liu Jing's face was so red it was almost bleeding, her chest heaving slightly, her head nearly buried in her chest, biting her lower lip tightly, remaining silent for a full half minute before finally squeezing out a sentence from her throat:

"Um...I...I understand."

"You...you understand?"

Zhong Yuemin looked up in astonishment, waiting for the rest of the story, but nothing happened. That was it?

Finally, the two left the bedroom one after the other, and took another shower.

After showering and getting dressed, no one mentioned what had just happened, but the atmosphere remained awkward.

It was getting dark outside, and Zhong Yuemin even took the initiative to cook, which was unprecedented for him. With the limited ingredients in the kitchen, he made a simple dinner, and the two of them ate it in silence. It was already completely dark outside the window.

"Well... it's getting late, so I... I'll be going now?" Zhong Yuemin tentatively asked, feeling that this "taken advantage" and about to leave was a bit unethical, but staying any longer would be incredibly awkward.

He was getting up to leave this unsettling place...

"Boom boom boom!"

A clear and abrupt knocking sounded at that very moment!

Who would come for this?

Liu Jing muttered to herself. She had always lived alone, and very few people came to her house. She felt a little awkward walking in the hallway as she went to open the door.

Upon opening the door and seeing who it was, she immediately raised her eyebrows, her expression turning icy.

What are you doing here?!

Standing outside were her parents: her biological father, her stepmother, and that annoying Liu Ning. There was also a man in a suit, wearing glasses, with a rather pale face.

Liu Ning spoke first.

"Hey little sister, what kind of talk is that? My parents and I came to see you, and this is how you treat us?"