I huddled in the passenger seat, the orange streetlights passing by one after another.

After twelve hours of questioning, I was exhausted.

As soon as I took out my phone from my bag, it was snatched away by Luo Yin who was driving beside me.

"Don't look." She handed me a thermos cup, soothingly saying, "Don't worry, you're not that famous, you won't trend. Take a shower when you get home later and have a good night's sleep."

I knew where we were going, No. 1 Penglai Bay, that's mine and Luo Yin's home.

I looked at Luo Yin, ever since we officially started our relationship, she cut her long hair short. In the words popular on the internet now, she was becoming more and more dominant. Her mother passed away early, her father was busy with business, rarely caring for her, her stepmother treated her like a thief, she was raised by nannies since she was a child.

How to describe Luo Yin? She used to be a real bad bad girl.

She was decadent, indulgent, promiscuous, in her own words, she had done everything in this life except murder and drugs.

When she was in junior high, she bullied a fat girl in school, causing the girl to jump off a building. Fortunately, the girl was rescued in time and survived.

It caused quite a stir at the time, her father, to settle the matter, paid a considerable sum of money, transferred the other girl to a better school, and promised to cover her tuition fees in the future.

If she fancied a man, she would do whatever it took to get him, regardless of whether he had a family or children. After breaking up the couple, she would leave immediately.

Because it wasn't fun anymore.

She said she had slept with 99 men.

And I was her 100th lover.

She said, before meeting me, she was lost in the world, not knowing that love actually existed.

She said, for me, she could die.

Two years ago in autumn, just when I had recovered, after dinner with my girlfriends, on my way home, passing by the back door of a bar, I bumped into a drunken girl.

That was the first time I met Luo Yin.

She was dressed in frighteningly expensive designer clothes, pushed my shoulder, her eyes fierce and bold: "Are you blind? How dare you bump into me? You've dirtied my clothes, even if you sold yourself, you couldn't afford to compensate."

I didn't want to deal with this drunk, so I left that place of trouble.

Little did I know, Luo Yin grabbed my arm, giggling, swaying in circles to look at me.

She beckoned, and suddenly five or six young men and women surrounded us.

I sensed trouble and was ready to call the police from my bag.

Luo Yin snatched my bag, emptied everything onto the ground, kicked away the eyeshadow palette, mocking me: "This lady looks pretty, isn't she afraid of ruining her face with these low-quality products?"

After saying that, she pinched my face, arrogantly raising her chin: "Kneel down and apologize to me, then I'll let you go."

The rich second-generation hooligans around burst into laughter.

I gave her a cold look, slapped her, picked up my bag, and ran.