"Are you sure about what you said earlier?" the fatty asked menacingly.

"Really, really sure." The landlord nodded repeatedly. "I wouldn't dare lie to you now. It's all true. Only... only Weng Qing knows the situation in room 808."

...

"Your friends are gone." Weng Qing's voice rang in Jiao Tailang's ears. Her breath seemed to contain a certain fragrance, tempting him to explore.

She sat down next to Jiao Tailang, very close to him, so close that his nostrils were filled with a pleasant scent. "Aren't you afraid?" Weng Qing seemed to hint at something.

Jiao Tailang was extremely panicked inside, but he didn't show it on his face at all. "Afraid." He looked at Weng Qing's face, his eyes clear as water. "I'm afraid that Sister won't welcome me and will chase me away."

Weng Qing's eyes paused for a moment.

A moment later—

"Are you hungry?" Weng Qing leaned even closer to Jiao Tailang. "What do you like to eat?"

Jiao Tailang wanted to answer that he had already eaten, but Weng Qing's eyes didn't offer that option, so he could only pretend to think deeply for a while and answer, "Anything is fine, but preferably not takeout. I want to eat something Sister made herself."

Weng Qing smiled, the arc drawn by the corners of her mouth making Jiao Tailang's heart tremble. "You're good at pleasing girls, aren't you... Have you said these kinds of things to many girls?"

"I remember when they came last time, there was a girl outside the door." Weng Qing's pale fingertips rested on her face as she looked at Jiao Tailang and continued, "She was also your friend, right?"

"I only have Sister as a friend." Jiao Tailang sat up straight and stated solemnly.

Weng Qing stood up and walked towards the kitchen. "Is steak okay?" Her voice came, sometimes near, sometimes far, "It's very fresh."

Jiao Tailang watched her open the refrigerator door and take out a large piece of meat, placing it on a silver plate.

Indeed, as Weng Qing said, the meat was very fresh, even a little too fresh.

There was even... blood on it.

Then came the sound of the stove being lit, followed by the "sizzling" sound of the steak frying. Soon after, a rich meaty aroma wafted over.

Jiao Tailang had never smelled such a fragrant smell.

Even though his reason told him to restrain himself, he still clenched the knife and fork that Weng Qing handed him.

"Try it." After a moment, Weng Qing came over with the plate, sat next to him, and looked at him with expectant eyes.

Jiao Tailang cut off a small piece with his knife, but as soon as the knife went in, blood flowed out. This steak was clearly not even rare, almost completely raw.

But Jiao Tailang had no choice. Under Weng Qing's expectant gaze, he didn't even dare to cut it too small, and could only bite the bullet and eat it.

Contrary to the bloody feeling he imagined, new taste buds seemed to be awakened on his tongue. Jiao Tailang immediately cut another piece, and then another...

Weng Qing looked at him, her eyes full of satisfaction. She even went back to the kitchen and took out a bottle of red wine, pouring a glass for Jiao Tailang and herself.

The deep red liquid rolled back and forth in the goblet before entering the woman's scarlet lips. This instant of beauty was something Jiao Tailang had never witnessed before.

He felt like he had stepped into a new realm.

Seeing Jiao Tailang staring at her in a daze, Weng Qing still had that enchanting look in her eyes. She seemed to be used to men looking at her like this.

An unusual bewitching aura flowed from this woman, and Jiao Tailang couldn't help but gulp.

"Is it good?" Weng Qing ran her finger across her red lips, depriving them of the last drop of wine.

"The meat is delicate, layered, smooth, rich but not greasy! Chewy! Most importantly, it's springy and refreshing!"

Jiao Tailang searched his brain for all the words he knew to describe delicious food, praising her without any reservation, although he really thought so too.

"Then eat more." Weng Qing seemed to be rarely praised, and was in a surprisingly good mood.

"Aren't you eating, Sister?" Jiao Tailang resisted the urge to eat it all, after all, he was now suspicious of the source of the meat.

He had stayed in Australia for a while, and had eaten all kinds of steak, but this was the first time he had tasted anything like this, and the taste of the beef... was also a little strange.

Weng Qing's eyes became more and more scarlet, and the way she stared at Jiao Tailang made him feel that she might pounce on him at any moment and treat him as food.

But fortunately, she didn't.

She didn't refuse Jiao Tailang's "kindness," but reached out and took Jiao Tailang's dinner knife, cut off a small piece of meat, and put it in her mouth.

Slowly chewing.

This intimate display made Jiao Tailang a little overwhelmed. He tried to pry the secret of room 808 from Weng Qing several times.

But the latter didn't give him a chance at all.

It seemed that this time should only belong to the two of them alone.

Finally, Jiao Tailang couldn't help it and asked in a low voice, "Sister, what do you do for a living?"

Weng Qing propped her chin, her beautiful eyebrows moved. "I used to be a landlord, but now..." She smiled, "I've fallen in love with photography." A light flashed in her scarlet eyes.

"A landlord?" Jiao Tailang continued, his voice as if sugar had been added. "That's pretty good. People like us these days can work hard in big cities for half our lives and still not be able to afford a house."

"By the way." Jiao Tailang picked up his wine glass and said casually, "It seems that you have more than just this one house."

Weng Qing exhaled a breath of wine and said with blurred eyes, "I have a few more houses, but they're not here, they're in Building 3."

"I really envy you, Sister. It's one thing to be good-looking, but you're also so well-off." Jiao Tailang blinked, the tenderness in his eyes almost enveloping Weng Qing.

"You have a sweet mouth." Weng Qing was in a very good mood. She stared at Jiao Tailang's mouth, a hint of desire in her eyes.

But she quickly covered it up by drinking wine.

Jiao Tailang suddenly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. The woman in front of him... seemed different.

"I can't stay any longer. I need to hurry up and ask questions, then leave quickly." He also took a sip of wine, using the alcohol to embolden himself.

Weng Qing seemed a little drunk. She slowly stood up, and her loose pajamas slipped off a little, revealing one of her fragrant shoulders without her realizing it.

"I'm tired." Weng Qing's eyes were blurred. "Take me back to the bedroom, okay?"

Weng Qing committed suicide in the bedroom, so it must be dangerous inside, but before Jiao Tailang could refuse, one of Weng Qing's hands was already on his face, slowly stroking his cheek, and finally stopping on his lips. "There... is something you want inside."

Jiao Tailang's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he felt like his whole body was burning, especially his cheek where Weng Qing's fingers had stroked.

"Okay... okay." He stood up as if possessed, and Weng Qing leaned on him. "Sister, you... you go slowly, be careful... be careful of your feet."

The bedroom door opened with a push, and it was very clean inside. Two golden retrievers squatted in the corner, panting, not only not fierce, but very cute.

The bedroom was not big. A small night light was attached to the wall, emitting a soft orange light. With this light, Jiao Tailang found that many photos were pasted on the surrounding walls.

Each photo was of a different man.

The background... was this bedroom!!