"Dong dong dong—" A series of urgent, fierce, and relentless knocking sounded. Xu Xunsheng startled, nearly leapt out of bed, ran a few steps, but then stopped, suddenly not daring to open the door.
But the person knocking would not relent, and after a while, the rhythm slowed a bit, as if knocking somewhat pitifully.
"Damn it, who's banging on the door in the middle of the night—someone in the corridor cursed."
"Get the hell back!" Cen Ye cursed loudly, his hostility and coldness audible through the door. Whether it was fear of his fierceness or his reputation, the other person immediately fell silent.
When Xu Xunsheng heard his voice, her heart grew even more sour. She took a deep breath, fixed her hair and clothes; she was wearing a cotton loungewear set, neither ugly nor revealing. She walked over and opened the door.