"Boom, boom, boom."
The door was knocked rhythmically.
Wang Qing, who was sleeping on the bed, seemed to feel something vaguely.
In her sleep, she murmured, turned over, and fell asleep again.
The moon parted the clouds, and the clear rays of light poured down like water. Through the gaps in the curtains that were not completely closed, a streak of frosty white fell on the house.
"Boom, boom, boom."
The guy outside the door seemed to be quite patient. After waiting for a while but no response, he knocked on the door again.
The knock on the door was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.
Wang Qing, who was sleeping on the bed, snored slightly.
"Dong-dong-dong! Dang-dong-dong!"
This time, the sound of the knocking on the door was a little louder.
Moreover, he gradually became impatient and impatient.
"boom!"
There was a heavy sound, and the door seemed to shake.
Wang Qing suddenly woke up from his sleep.
She opened her eyes.
I heard a knock on the door.
"Boom, boom, boom."
The knock on the door resumed its previous rhythm again.
The gentle, unhurried knocking sounded a different kind of tenderness in the quiet night.
Wang Qing stood up mechanically, put on his slippers, and walked towards the door.
Her hair was disheveled, her face was pale and lifeless, and her eyes were unfocused.
It seemed that half of his soul was still immersed in sleep and could not wake up completely.
"Squeak——"
The door was suddenly opened by Wang Qing.
In the corridor outside, the light was dim, and the warm yellow light showed the figure of a young man.
He was about eighteen or nineteen years old, thin but tall. It's not as skinny as a stick, but just the right amount of slenderness.
He has a fair and frail face with delicate features, thick and long eyelashes hanging low, and under the straight bridge of his nose, there is a line of soft red lips.
At this time, he pursed his thin lips and drooped his eyelids. He was clearly a head taller than Wang Qing, but he showed a somewhat touching and pitiful look.
"Sorry to bother you. The hot water kettle in my room is broken. Can I borrow the one in your room?" The man's lips moved and asked.
In the empty night, his voice was pure and clear, like a gurgling stream in the valley.
Probably because he arrived in a hurry, he didn't even put on his clothes.
The shirt was just thrown on haphazardly, and a few buttons at the collar were not fastened, exposing a small piece of chest and fair skin.
After the man stated his request, he waited quietly for a long time, but heard no movement.
He raised his eyes somewhat unexpectedly and looked at the girl in the door.
Wang Qing looked at him with a pair of lifeless fish eyes, and there was no expression on his face, which was so white that there was almost no trace of blood.
Could it be that he was so stunned that he couldn't come back to his senses?
The man thought this way, and the corners of his eyebrows raised slightly.
He opened his mouth and was about to speak again: "I'm sorry to disturb you so late..."
The word "you" is barely revealed.
A big fight landed hard on the man's face, interrupting his unspoken words.
"You know it's so late! It's so late at night and you won't let anyone sleep!"
Wang Qing rolled up his sleeves, raised his hand and started another big showdown, whipping the person until he spun half a circle in place like a top.
She had a gloomy expression, and her eyes were full of neurotic madness.
Resentment was so thick all over his body that it seemed as if it was about to solidify.
The man spun around half a circle and staggered dizzy for a while before he regained his balance.
He covered his swollen face, his eyes wide open, full of shock and confusion.
This situation...why does it feel like something is not quite right?
Before I could recover, I heard behind me, "ta, da, da", the sound of slippers on the floor.
Step by step, getting closer.
A strong sense of crisis instantly filled the man's heart.
Run!
Two words echoed back and forth in his mind.
He didn't even dare to look back and instinctively started to run away.
"Well--"
The man failed to take a step and kicked his feet randomly on the ground twice.
His collar was pulled by someone, and his throat was stuck, making his face red and neck thick.
Wang Qing grabbed the man's back collar, dragged him hard, and threw him into the corner of the corridor.
The voice full of resentment echoed faintly in the corridor.
"It's midnight, and there's still a knock on the door... Do you know how noisy you are?"
"Are you going to let people sleep well?"
The man was pressed into the corner, his back pressed against the wall, his eyes widened in horror, with nowhere to escape.
After a sound, he slid down the wall feebly, lying in the corner like a worn-out sandbag.
The originally clean and refreshing white shirt was now as messy as a jar of pickles.
His fair and thin body was mottled with blue and purple scars.
It seems that he has been ravaged a lot.
One arm was limp on the ground, and on the back of the outstretched hand was a strange-shaped dark blue tattoo.
After pushing the person into a corner and beating him like a sandbag, Wang Qing straightened up again.
She slowly exhaled a breath, feeling refreshed.
Next... I'll definitely have a good night's sleep.
Wang Qing's face was filled with a somewhat dazed smile, as if he was drunk, and he was swaying and preparing to walk to his room.
But, maybe there was too much movement in the corridor.
The housekeeper who lives in 309 was also alarmed by the sound.
There was only a "squeak" sound, and the door of 309 was opened halfway from the inside.
In the room, the housekeeper looked out to the corridor.
After seeing that the person standing in the corridor was Wang Qing, the housekeeper's face showed a bit of surprise.
"Ms. Wang..."
"boom!"
A deafening sound.
It seemed like the entire corridor was shaking.
Wang Qing didn't even look at the housekeeper, but slowly took back his hand that was hitting the wall.
The housekeeper looked at the spiderweb-like cracks on the wall and silently closed his mouth.
Then, he closed his door as if nothing had happened.
Wang Qing walked into room 306.
With a "click" sound, the door closed and the electronic door lock automatically locked.
Wang Qing wandered to the bed with confused eyes.
She opened her hands and threw her body onto the bed, sinking into the soft mattress.
He pupated a few times between the soft bedding, and soon, a slight snoring sounded in the room.
The next day.
The sound of the alarm clock on the mobile phone woke Wang Qing from his sleep.
On the street outside the hotel, the sounds of children playing floated up, mixing with the distant sounds of the waves.
The seaside town seems to be particularly lively in the early morning.
Wang Qing yawned, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and got up from the bed.
Chuu pulled on her slippers and opened the door.
Head-on, he bumped into the housekeeper who also opened the door.
"Morning." Wang Qing greeted.
The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, then a smile broke out on his face, still polite and reserved.
"Good morning, Ms. Wang, how did you sleep last night?" the housekeeper asked with a smile.
"Well, it's not bad."
Wang Qing raised his hand and scratched his messy hair, frowning slightly, and there was a bit of confusion in his eyes.
"I just don't know where I touched it while I was sleeping last night. Why do I feel a little pain in my hand?"
