But now that I can see Jin Shan's true colors in ti, it might not be a bad thing after all.
Thinking this way, I felt much more at ease.
I sent Aunt Wu a ssage, asking if she was ho.
Upon learning she hadn't returned yet, I felt a bit lost and didn't know who to stay with for the night.
Eventually, out of sheer boredom, I went to a bar and had a big drink.
By the ti I drunkenly walked out of the bar, it was already very late.
I decided not to go ho and found a nearby hotel to stay in.
Who would have thought that just as I finished showering and was ready to sleep, I'd hear a series of "mmhmms" and "ahhhs" from the next room, with the walls thumping loudly.
Wow, the soundproofing here is not just bad—it's nonexistent.
The worst part was that I was drunk, and the noise conjured up a slew of vivid and suggestive images in my mind.
This was practically a live broadcast.
"Hey, keep it down."
Eventually, I couldn't stand it anymore and gave the wall a hard kick.
The sounds next door grew quieter indeed, but there was still a thumping against the wall.
Initially, the woman was groaning softly, more suppressed.
But gradually, her cries beca more intense.
At first, I didn't think much of it, just that the guy seed pretty impressive.
But the more I listened, the more it didn't feel right.
These sounds... why do they seem so painful?
"No... ah!"
"Let go, you bastard..."
When I heard that, I was certain that the woman was unwilling, being forced by the man.
The earlier blissful cries must have been because she was drunk and just sobering up.
As I listened to the woman repeatedly calling for help, I began to feel conflicted.
What to do?
Should I go help?
Thinking it over, I decided to call the police.
Just as I hung up the call, the woman actually ca over and knocked on my door.
"Help, please save ..."
I hesitated then.
What to do? Should I open the door?
If I don't open it, wouldn't that be the sa as ignoring soone in distress?
Thinking this, I gritted my teeth and opened the door.
The next second, the woman dashed in stark naked, hiding behind .
"Close the door quickly, don't let that bastard in," the woman said trembling.
Only then did I co to my senses.
But before I could close the door, a burly man covered in tattoos barged in.
The man had a big bald head, a face full of ferocity, with a thick gold chain around his neck, looking very much like a thug.
He just glared at nacingly, "Kid, don't ddle in other people's business."
"Please save , I beg you..."
The woman, hiding behind , looked at tearfully, pleading.
"If I go back with him, I won't survive the night. He's taken sothing and gone mad."
Hearing that, I panicked at the ti.
You can tell at a glance this guy's trouble, and now he's high on sothing, in the heat of the mont.
Interfering now would only get beaten up.
It's not that I'm afraid, just that it's unnecessary.
First, this woman wasn't brought here drunk like I thought; she ca willingly, so she's no good either.
Second, although I have so fighting skills, I doubt I can take on Baldie.
So, after much deliberation, I decided not to get bruised up for an unrelated woman.
Thinking this, I told the woman, "Hold on, I'll go get help."
"Hey, don't go, don't go..." Watching about to leave, the woman panicked, clinging onto and refusing to let go.
I shook off the woman and ran into the corridor, shouting, "Is anyone there? Help, sothing terrible might happen."
My shouting did get a few people to open their doors, but they just peeked out, none actually stepping out to help.
People nowadays, minding their own business, and I'm no exception.
So, I can't bla them.
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