The rapid approaching distance made me uneasy, I stepped back unsteadily, my back hit the wall, and a dull pain was born.

He is going to settle accounts with me.

He glanced at the curtain behind him, it was thin, and the movement was louder and everyone could hear it outside.

"I'll explain it to you when I go back." I whispered to comfort him, but I didn't really think about how to explain it myself.

There's no explanation for this either. That's the truth, I did lie to him, and for whatever reason, a lie is a lie, and I need to apologize for that.

He lowered his eyes, and the dark pupils were bottomless, making it impossible to see the emotions inside.

Seeing that he was no longer doing anything else, I calmed down for the time being, turned my back, and hung the coat on the wall.

Although there is only one locker room, it is still spacious enough to accommodate two men changing clothes without interfering with each other.

With my back to Shang Muxiao, I unbuttoned my shirt one by one, and I could feel that he was looking at me all the time.

Taking off his shirt, he bent over to pick up the clothes on the stool, his wrists were suddenly grabbed from behind, and then a sturdy human body came up.

Through the fabric, the other party's temperature penetrated little by little, making me stiff.

"You wanted to dive into me before, saying that I was different..." He whispered, breathing all his breath on the back of my neck, "What's the difference?"

I endured the numbness and wrestled my wrists, but instead of wrestling, I made him push harder.

Dive him? What stalks him? I thought I just needed to apologize for the fact that I was actually a fan of Shang Lu, but why is he pulling out an unspoken rule now? That oolong, I thought I had already explained it clearly.

"Is it because I'm Shang Lu's son, so you treat me differently?" His breath was hot, but his tone was cold. He held my hand, as if he was about to break it in the next second.

He was completely different from what I was focusing on, and he caught me off guard. It's not something that can be explained in a few words, the setting is inappropriate, and I don't like his coercive way of communicating.

"You let go first." I tilted my head slightly, and I used the other hand to break his fingers.

This behavior seemed to irritate him completely, he pressed me against the wall forcefully, firmly restraining me, not giving me any chance to resist, and biting on the back of my neck.

"Hmm..." I groaned in pain, and quickly bit my lip to prevent more sound from leaking out.

He is crazy...

It's not the kind of "biting" that is full of ambiguity when it comes to venting excess desire or flirting with passion, but a real, full of anger, and no room for biting.

I knew it, I knew he was going to pounce on me and tear me apart, chew me up, and make me pay the price.

It hurts so much, feel like the flesh is about to be bitten off...

"North mustard? Are you all right?" Yang Haiyang asked with concern, perhaps hearing the abnormal noise in the locker room.

I let go of my clenched lips, panted twice, and tried my best to say in a steady voice, "It's okay, just... I accidentally hit the hook."

"Be careful." Yang Haiyang didn't suspect him and completely believed my words.

"Um..." I promised him, the end of the sound was trembling, but luckily it wasn't obvious.

Shang Muxiao loosened his strength between his teeth a little bit, didn't move, just put his lips on the back of my neck, the soft touch and his brutal behavior just now could not be equated.

After a while, he backed away completely and let me go.

My forehead rested on the wall, and after a while, I put on my clothes without looking at him, and left the locker room with a cane.

Human teeth are not as sharp as those of beasts. I wiped the back of my neck, but I didn't feel any blood, only some uneven tooth marks. Fortunately, the collar of the clothes worn today is not too low, and there is a hat on the back, which should be able to block his bite marks.

The clerk took the suit from me, maybe seeing that I had difficulty moving, and asked me if I needed express delivery. After thinking about it, and saving me from taking it back all the way, I left him the address.

Yang Haiyang had already paid the final payment at this time, glanced in the direction of the locker room, and said, "Then I'll go first, you guys be careful on the road."

I nodded and said goodbye to him.

Shang Muxiao also finished changing his clothes and came out. The clerk stepped forward to take the suit in his hand again, and also asked him if he needed courier service. Shang Muxiao gave a brief "um", so the clerk took the express slip and asked him to fill in the address.

He glanced at me and said, "Ask him."

After speaking, he took out a cigarette case from his trouser pocket, pushed open the door, and walked out without walking far, just standing outside the door. After a while, white smoke passed through the night, like the thinnest gauze, lingering around him.

The clerk handed the express slip to me, and I reluctantly took it and filled in his address.

The brass bell rang softly when it came, and the clerk opened the door for me and sent me away respectfully.

When Shang Muxiao saw me coming out, he crushed the cigarette butts, walked in front of him with his hands in his pockets, and went to the parking lot without saying a word.

He walked all the way, and I followed silently behind, no one said a word.

I had a hunch that a fight was inevitable.

When we got to the parking lot, there were only a few scattered lights in the dim light. The parking spaces are almost full. During this time, everyone is either eating or shopping, but there are very few people.

Shang Muxiao suddenly stopped: "No wonder you look at him like that. Seeing a real person really makes you more excited than the one on TV, right?" He turned around and stared at me coldly.

If the word "TV" hadn't given me a hint, I wouldn't even be able to figure out who he was talking about.

"I did open up to you because you were Shang Lu's son..."

"Ha, admit it!" He seemed to have caught my grip, and he raised his voice with reason, "You broke up with me not because of that damn bet, but because you saw the white moonlight cinnabar mole you were thinking about. So I don't need this fake from me!"

"And this mole... do you like it very much?" He pointed to his right earlobe, the end of his eye was all red with anger, "It's exactly the same as him, isn't it?"