It was unclear whether it was because Sun Yijie and Xia Xiaomei had both gone too long without contact with the opposite sex.

For the next two hours, from 10 PM to midnight,

the two of them went at it a full two times.

After those two rounds, Sun Yijie was already utterly exhausted.

Don’t let his strong physique fool you;

his fit body was the result of rigorous training.

But that physique came at a cost.

Besides his usual diet and workouts,

there was a necessary condition: taking pills.

It was precisely because of the long-term use of these pills that Sun Yijie’s abilities in that area were somewhat impaired.

Add to that his chaotic private life, which left his body strong on the outside but hollowed out inside.

So, two times was already his limit.

However, Xia Xiaomei was not satisfied.

She demanded more, but Sun Yijie simply couldn’t keep going.

Then Xia Xiaomei, with her short, ugly body, left the bedroom and came back five minutes later.

In her hand was a box of pills and a white genuine leather box.

Xia Xiaomei was wealthy, and she promised, “One more time, and I’ll give you a gold accessory.”

Sun Yijie couldn’t resist the lure of gold jewelry and reluctantly agreed.

Until 2 AM,

Xia Xiaomei and Sun Yijie had sex three more times.

All three times involved taking pills.

Sun Yijie’s body really couldn’t take it.

He collapsed from exhaustion.

During these three times, he received nine pieces of gold jewelry.

One piece for the first time taking the pill.

For the second time, Sun Yijie insisted he wouldn’t do it again, saying he was about to die. So Xia Xiaomei raised the price to three gold accessories.

The third time, she directly gave him five pieces.

As a result, Sun Yijie collapsed and fainted.

Xia Xiaomei seemed tired as well, but she still had some energy left.

Perhaps it was true what they say: only oxen can die from exhaustion, but fields don’t wear out from plowing.

“Yijie? Yijie?”

At this moment, Xia Xiaomei was shaking Sun Yijie’s shoulders, calling out to him.

But Sun Yijie’s whole body swayed from the push and still hadn’t woken up. If it weren’t for detecting a faint breath, one would fear he was dead.

Those pills were like that—extremely potent in effect but with side effects.

The human body was peculiar, with a protective mechanism.

No matter how much chaos it endured, under this protection, at a certain point, the body would automatically suppress itself.

It was like going from 100 down to just 30.

When the body’s protective mechanism sensed it was about to fail, it would desperately suppress itself, making you temporarily unable to get up.

But taking pills was different.

After taking them, the protection was directly broken.

It forcibly drained the remaining 30.

Because of this, many who died in bed had taken such pills.

Seeing that Sun Yijie still hadn’t woken up,

Xia Xiaomei went to the bathroom for a quick shower and put on white pajamas.

Passing by the bathroom mirror, one could see that Xia Xiaomei’s face was extremely calm—so calm it was frightening and eerie. It was completely different from the cute, happy, expectant girl she had shown in front of Sun Yijie before.

She returned to the bedroom, pulled all the covers off Sun Yijie, and threw them to the floor.

Then she dressed Sun Yijie in underwear.

Next, she took out four silver-white metal handcuffs from the bedside table.

The four handcuffs restrained Sun Yijie’s hands and feet, shackling him tightly to both the head and foot of the bed.

Then Xia Xiaomei left the bedroom again, somehow bringing back thick ropes. She used the ropes to tightly bind Sun Yijie’s body parts that could exert force to the solid bed beneath him.

After finishing all this,

Xia Xiaomei checked everything carefully and confirmed it was secure.

She then took a black sports camera from the bedside table, turned on the recording function, and hung it on her chest.

She muttered to herself, “Next is Record 067 of a Wonderful Life.”

Then she pulled out a toolbox from under the bed.

Opening it revealed a full array of tools.

She took out a green utility knife.

The kind with a sliding blade that could be disassembled.

Some people used it for sharpening pencils, others for opening packages.

Xia Xiaomei used it to “awaken life.”

At this moment, she held the utility knife in her right hand and made a slash on a blank A4 sheet held in her left hand.

Though the paper was cut, it was evident the blade was a bit dull.

So she snapped off the first blade segment, revealing a new, sharp second blade.

Because the second blade was new, she didn’t need to test it on paper again.

She bent down beside the bed.

Her gaze focused on Sun Yijie’s ankle and calf.

Using the utility knife, she made a vertical cut on the middle of the skin.

With that one cut, fresh blood began to trickle continuously from the wound.

It was a strange sight.

After this cut, Sun Yijie still did not awaken.

The cut was ten centimeters long.

Three centimeters beside this cut, Xia Xiaomei made a second identical cut with the knife.

At this time, in the live chat room:

Ultimate Rich Kid: “Is the female CEO there?”

Domineering Female CEO: “Why call me sister?”

Ultimate Rich Kid: “Didn’t you say before that Xia Xiaomei is very perverted? Looking at her now, she really is pretty twisted. One moment they’re lovey-dovey, the next she’s acting all perverse...”

“To be honest, I used to really dislike Sun Yijie, but now I feel a bit sorry for him. Who would have thought the one you just had a loving moment with would do these things to you while you’re asleep?”

Domineering Female CEO: “Then let me tell you something that will make you sympathize with Sun Yijie even more.”

Ultimate Rich Kid: “Go ahead.”

Domineering Female CEO: “Those gold accessories are actually fake, not made of real gold...”

Ultimate Rich Kid: “!!! Damn!”

Domineering Female CEO: “Even if they were real gold, Sun Yijie wouldn’t have gotten them, but at least real gold would be less mentally crushing than fake ones.”

After calming down for quite some time, Ultimate Rich Kid asked again: “So, next, will Xia Xiaomei torture Sun Yijie to death with those knife cuts?”

Domineering Female CEO: “Depends. Xia Xiaomei is a pure sadist who enjoys torment and abuse. Just look at her toolbox—so many tools, plenty of means for torture... So, Sun Yijie is really unlucky. If he’s going to die at the hands of some pervert in this apartment, it’s better to die quickly like Wang Nuli, the kite killer who directly kills and skins victims. After all, a short pain is better than a long one.”

Ultimate Rich Kid: “I have another question. What’s Xia Xiaomei’s murder preference or rule?”

Domineering Female CEO: “She probably doesn’t have a murder fetish or strict rules. I think she has specific targets.”

“She only kills men, especially those she’s had relations with.”

...

It was now 3 AM.

In bedroom 901.

Sun Yijie, wearing only underwear, was tightly bound to the bed.

No clothes covered his body;

the exposed skin showed the muscles he had painstakingly built with great effort.

Now, a thin layer of blood covered them.

Looking closely, one could see that except for his head, neck, and feet,

every other part of his body was covered with vertical cuts made by the utility knife.

The dense scratches over his body made anyone see them break out in goosebumps, feeling horrified and disgusted.

Anyone with trypophobia would almost have a panic attack.