Cries for help

Tang San glanced back three times with every step, reluctantly leaving the Rose Hotel.

He brushed past Ning Rongrong as she entered the hotel.

Ning Rongrong was a little surprised to see that fellow leaving, but she wasn't particularly interested.

It wasn't as though she could hear his thoughts anyway, so it didn't matter.

Ning Rongrong stepped across the wreckage and headed into the lobby.

The manager was scolding the receptionist.

"What were you thinking? One sentence would've settled this, but you just had to cause all this trouble! Don't you know Young Master Dai is a regular? If you offend a big spender, you can forget about this month's wages!"

The receptionist looked thoroughly wronged.

Wasn't that their standard spiel? This damn manager had taught it to him personally, and now he was blaming him instead...

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong frowned and interrupted him.

"Do you have any rooms left?"

"I want one near the room those two just took."

The hotel manager and receptionist: "???"

What kind of... tastes did this young lady have?

Their hotel's soundproofing was actually quite good.

But the receptionist had learned his lesson. He hurriedly checked the room register and breathed a small sigh of relief.

"Yes, miss. There's another room right next to theirs, though it's a little unusual..."

He cautiously looked Ning Rongrong over.

Surely such an innocent, adorable girl wouldn't recognize the things in that room...

"Fine. I'll take it."

Ning Rongrong dismissed his concern and tossed out a small money pouch.

An unusual room?

How unusual could it possibly be?

The manager's eyes lit up at the sight of the pouch, and he swiftly pocketed it.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get this young lady her room key!"

The receptionist opened his mouth.

Forget it. Let it all burn.

Work was exhausting...

Expressionlessly, he handed Ning Rongrong the room key.

"There are four rooms on the top floor. Yours is the one at the far end on the right. Enjoy your stay..."

Ning Rongrong took the key, then turned and headed upstairs.

The moment she opened the door, she froze on the spot.

"Wow, it's so pretty!"

After Xiao Wu and Ye Fan entered their room, Xiao Wu covered her mouth and exclaimed at the sight before her.

The room's decor struck straight at her girlish heart.

Everything was pink, pink, pink.

Any girl would be thrilled to stay here!

No wonder that sickly cat had wanted this room so badly...

Especially the innermost room-the huge bed inside was much bigger than the ones at Nuoding Academy!

It looked big enough to sleep four people.

Xiao Wu thought for a moment, then turned with a sly smile.

She bent forward slightly and gave Ye Fan a playful look.

"Hehe, Big Brother Ye Fan, are you really going to sleep on the sofa?"

"Aww~ With such a big bed, Xiao Wu can't seem to fill it all by herself. What a shame... Someone actually wants to sleep on the sofa-hey, hey!"

Before Xiao Wu could finish, Ye Fan had already pinched her cheek, lowering his voice in mock anger.

"I only said that to fob Tang San off. You really want me to sleep on the sofa?"

"Don't pinch Sister Xiao Wu's face! You'll make it bigger!"

Xiao Wu slapped Ye Fan's hand several times before he finally let her go.

She looked at Ye Fan and stuck out her tongue.

"Bleh, bleh, bleh! Sleep wherever you like. Sister Xiao Wu can't be bothered with all that... I'm going to take a bath. No peeking!"

With that, Xiao Wu pattered into the bathroom and drew the layers of pink curtains closed.

Ye Fan shook his head. He wasn't interested in looking at Xiao Wu as she was now.

He lay straight down on the bed.

He began thinking about how to write the next part of his script.

It wasn't just these girls. He needed to arrange a few nightmares for everyone in Shrek...

As the sound of running water began, Ye Fan slowly drifted off to sleep.

That evening, Ye Fan and Xiao Wu grabbed a casual dinner outside, then returned to their room to cultivate.

Over the past six years, Ye Fan had discovered a very novel cultivation method.

It involved using Word Spirit to accelerate the circulation and consumption of Soul Power, thereby increasing external pressure and speeding up cultivation.

Xiao Wu and he had been using this method to assist their cultivation for the past six years.

Otherwise, with Xiao Wu's lazy attitude toward cultivation, she could never have reached level thirty-five so quickly.

Of course, cultivating this way had just one drawback.

Once their Soul Power was overdrawn, they became utterly exhausted.

After cultivating, Xiao Wu and Ye Fan were so tired that they went to bed early.

She had less Soul Power than Ye Fan, so she finished sooner as well.

By the time Xiao Wu fell asleep, Ye Fan had only just finished cultivating.

He soaked in the bathtub, then prepared to rest.

As Ye Fan lay on the bed, a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz suddenly reached his ears.

"Help... Save me..."

The voice was very soft, almost ghostly.

Ye Fan listened carefully, but a moment later, it vanished again.

He reached out and nudged Xiao Wu beside him.

"Xiao Wu... Is someone calling for help?"

Ye Fan sat up in bed and looked around in confusion.

Was this place haunted in the middle of the night?

Were there ghosts on the Douluo Continent, too?

Xiao Wu rolled over and yawned sleepily, not even bothering to open her eyes.

"Huh... What help? I was eating carrots in my dream... I didn't hear anything..."

After speaking, Xiao Wu went quiet again.

She fell asleep in a second.

The corner of Ye Fan's mouth twitched.

Had he really imagined it?

He was about to lie down when a feeble sob reached his ears.

"Help... Someone, please save me..."

This time, Ye Fan heard it clearly.

Someone really was calling for help.

He used his inner-voice search function, instantly covering a hundred-meter radius.

Countless individuals appeared in his mind in an instant.

The closest one to him right now... was next door!

Someone he knew was only a wall away from him.

It was Ning Rongrong!

What was this girl doing next door?

Had she run into some kind of danger?

At that thought, Ye Fan immediately rolled out of bed and walked quietly toward the door.

He went to Ning Rongrong's door and knocked.

"Hey, miss, why are you calling for help in the middle of the night? People could easily get the wrong idea, you know. If nothing's wrong, please stop shouting."

The knocking instantly caught Ning Rongrong's attention.

Someone had finally heard her cries for help!

"I-I'm calling for help because I need help, obviously!! Hurry up and save me!"

After hearing his voice, Ning Rongrong shouted even louder.

Heaven only knew how dry her throat was by now...

Hearing her, Ye Fan didn't give it much more thought.

"Open."

A Word Spirit took effect, and the lock inside the door turned in response.

With a click, the door opened on its own.

Ye Fan stepped inside.

He wanted to see just what had happened to make this young lady call for help.

But... the moment he entered the room, Ye Fan stopped in his tracks.