Shot Them

Xing Shu felt that her internal organs had shifted. She could not help but kick Cheng Xingyang in the nuts. Cheng Xingyang instantly curled his body, and his face turned pale from the pain. The pain also woke him up. He looked up and saw that this was Xing Shu's apartment. He remembered that he was in a bad mood and somehow found his way to Xing Shu's apartment. When no one answered the doorbell, he squatted at the door and smoked a few cigarettes.

"Xing Shu." Cheng Xingyang stood up shakily and pounced forward, pinning Xing Shu against the couch. Xing Shu hit the back of her head. Before she could react, she heard the sound of a camera at the door. Click. Click. Click. Someone had shot them in such a compromising position.