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Feng Wenyan took a nap in the afternoon and couldn't fall asleep at night.

Unable to sleep, he began to think about Sang Feiwan.

There are many beauties in the entertainment industry, but he has never seen anyone as beautiful and with such a strong personality as Sang Feiwan.

The first time he saw Sang Feiwan in person, he had feelings for her and always tried every means to get close to her.

Unfortunately, Sang Feiwan is an icy beauty, too cold and difficult to get close to.

Over the years, the persona that Feng Wenyan has created in the public eye is that of an idol who is sunny, cheerful, approachable, simple and kind.

But in fact, his personality is totally inconsistent with the actual situation.

The real Feng Wenyan is a playboy.

Since his student days, he has won the favor of many girls because of his outstanding appearance.

No matter whether it is a loli school girl or a mature school girl, he can easily get her as long as he waves his hand.

After entering the entertainment industry, he also had several secret romances, whether they were pure girls or beautiful goddesses, they were all with him.

But gradually, he began to feel bored, as if all women were the same and could not arouse much interest.

In addition, as his career was at its peak, the company asked him not to date casually, so as not to affect his popularity and image. Therefore, he has been single for more than a year. He longs for love, but despises mediocre women.

At this time, Sang Feiwan appeared.

She was so different, beautiful and cold, and indifferent to everyone, just like the bright moon in the sky which could only be looked up at and not desecrated.

Feng Wenyan tried to show his goodwill several times, but she remained unmoved.

The more this happened, the more Feng Wenyan's desire to conquer was aroused.

Especially after his experience in the mental hospital, he felt that he and Sang Feiwan had experienced life and death together, and their feelings should be particularly different.

Tonight is a long night, why not find a reason to get in touch with Sang Feiwan and slowly develop feelings for her?

What excuse should I give?

How about we discuss the script?

Thinking of this, he picked up the script and went to Sang Feiwan's door.

Before knocking on the door, he silently rehearsed his opening remarks in his mind: try to speak naturally so as not to offend her.

——Sang Feiwan is really too smart. Smart and beautiful women are even harder to pursue.

He was almost ready. Just as he was about to knock on the door, a voice so cold it could kill a person came from behind him: "Don't disturb her."

When Feng Wenyan turned around, he saw Yu Beiming standing behind him like a ghost.

Feng Wenyan said unhappily, "Can you please not suddenly appear behind others? It can easily scare people to death."

Yu Beiming repeated: "Don't disturb her, or you will bear the consequences."

After he said that, he turned and went back to his room, with his hands behind his back, his posture upright and old-fashioned, as if - he was an ancient person?

"You're weird, are you crazy? It's none of your business if I go to see Miss Sang!"

Feng Wenyan ignored Yu Beiming's warning and raised his right hand to knock on the door. As soon as his hand touched the door, he felt a burning pain.

When I looked at my hands again, I saw that they were covered with blisters and it was extremely painful.

what happened?

Why does it look like there's fire on that door?

He rubbed his eyes and looked at the door carefully again and again: there was a cat's eye on the dark red wooden door. There couldn't be a fire.

He didn't give up and knocked on the door with his left hand again. The result was the same, before he even touched the door, a burning pain forced him to withdraw his hand.

There were also several blisters on his left hand.

Weird! It's really weird!

He didn't dare knock on the door again, and turned around and fled back to his room.

After the door was closed, he was still puzzled.

But then he thought again, he had even been sent to that weird mental hospital and almost had his head chopped off by that crazy director. In comparison, a few blisters on his hands didn't seem too strange.

He felt quite bored as he couldn't see Sang Feiwan, so after drinking a glass of red wine, he simply turned off the lights and went to sleep.

As soon as I lay down, I heard a "scratching" sound coming from under the bed, as if nails were scratching the bed board.

The hotel they stayed in had simple facilities and the beds were old wooden beds with a lot of space under them.

Is there something hidden under the bed?

He was startled and reached out to touch the switch.

Instead of touching the switch, I felt a hand, which was extremely cold and had a texture like a withered hand.

"Ah!" He exclaimed, jumped off the bed, and tried to press the switch on the other side. But no matter how hard he pressed, the light didn't come on.

The window was not open, but gusts of cold wind blew into the room, blowing open the curtains, and the clear moonlight filled the room.

In the moonlight, he saw a hand stretching out from under the bed, then a second hand, two hands slowly crawling out, and then a disheveled head popped out.

"My death was so unjust..."

While shouting miserably, she slowly crawled out from under the bed and crawled towards Feng Wenyan.

Feng Wenyan was shaking all over, and after a while his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

The "ghost" that had already crawled to his side paused and muttered in dissatisfaction: "You fainted already? Are you so timid?"

She stood up and threw her flowing hair behind her, revealing an exquisitely made-up... old face.

It's the willow demon.

The willow demon had nothing to do and wanted to take revenge. Unexpectedly, this guy was so frightening!

"It seems like I used too much force." The Willow Demon dusted off the dust on his body, "I'm going to complain to the hotel tomorrow. There's so much dust under the bed that they didn't even mop it up."

After saying that, she left.

Sang Feiwan seemed to have noticed something, but he just turned his head to look in the direction of the door, and then continued to draw the second hexagram of the night.

The second fan to appear in the live broadcast room was a man wearing a cartoon mask, with the online name: "Loneliness".

Sang Feiwan's live broadcast room is already the one with the most online fans on the Whale platform. Many online fans do not want to show their faces, so they choose not to appear on camera or wear masks to cover their true appearance.

Fans who are watching the show online have already gotten used to it.

Sang Feiwan asked as usual: "Lonely, what do you want to ask?"

Lonely deliberately pinched his throat and changed his voice: "Anchor, I want to ask about marriage. It is inconvenient for me to show my face, so I will send you a private message of the photo of me and my wife. Can you please not leak it?"

Sang Feiwan nodded: "Okay."

"Thank you, host!" Only after getting Sang Feiwan's promise did Ji Mo feel at ease to send the photo of himself and his wife to Sang Feiwan in a private message.

"Anchor, can you please take a look at whether my marriage with my wife has come to an end? Should I get a divorce?"

Sang Feiwan had already finished looking at the photos and said, "Since you have already asked such a question, I believe you must have already made up your mind. Why bother asking me again?"

Lonely was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Yes, I have made up my mind, but I have never been able to make up my mind. I always thought that she and I could grow old together, but she has really changed a lot, and is no longer the girl I originally fell in love with."