Don't Love Me, It Won't Work!

The night is like silk soaked in ink, wrapped in the howling wind, which makes the lights in the apartment corridor flicker. Shen Manni was barefoot, and her red skirt was wrinkled by her steps. Every step she took was as if she were stepping on cotton, soft and weak. The footsteps behind her were heavy and rapid, like a drum beat, beating her heart so hard that it almost jumped out of her chest. Fear gripped her throat, preventing her from even screaming, and she could only rush towards the door in her memory with all her strength. "Bang!" She stumbled against the door and locked it tremblingly. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his back hit the door panel hard. He slid down the cold door panel and sat on the ground, breathing heavily. The next second, there was a loud "clang--" and the door panel was kicked open like paper, with sawdust flying. Xu Mo stood at the door, his face in the shadows couldn't see his expression clearly, but his eyes were frighteningly bright. Shen Manni was so frightened that she shrank back with her hands and feet, and her fingertips touched the fruit knife under the coffee table. She raised the knife as if grasping a life-saving straw, pointed the tip of the knife at the man approaching step by step, and said in a trembling voice: "Don't come over! Don't come over!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.