Shen Qingrou pulled Shen Mu back to their room and locked the door behind them. Shen Mu looked around the spacious and luxurious yet currently messy room and furrowed his brows. "It's only been one night, and you've already destroyed the room?"
Shen Qingrou snapped, "Do you have the nerve to make jokes? Someone wants to kill me!"
Shen Mu shrugged. "I know. If you hadn't lost your memory, you would have died. But I saved you."
Shen Qingrou anxiously said, "So you can protect me, right? Or...did you learn self-defense from someone? Can you teach me? I want to learn too..."
She was too scared. Who wouldn't be scared of death? Despite her usual arrogance, she was just an ordinary person, a celebrity who was lost in fame and fortune. She had never been exposed to the dark world, let alone thought that one day someone would hold a knife to her back, almost piercing her heart.
