On the next day.

"Ding-dong- ding-dong-"

Freya heard the disturbing voice in her dream.

But she didn't wake up fully and seemed to fall into a dreamlike fantasy.

In the dream, she seemed to be hung in midair. Under her was the burning blaze and up her was the falling snow.

She said, "Shit!" in the heart. "It is a true situation that ice mix with fire."

"Ding-dong- ding-dong-ding-dong-"

The doorbell became more urgent than before. Freya wanted to wake up, but what was happening in her dream was worse.

The fire under the body was about to burn her thoroughly, and burning out everything in her body. She was gripped by the endless emptiness, and a strange sound stuck in her throat. She wanted to shout it out, but her senses told her not to...

Finally, a bucket of ice water was poured down, which made her wake up suddenly.

But in reality, it was Chris who was pulling her nightgown. "Freya, open the door..."

Obviously, he still didn't wake up. His voice was hoarse and his half-face was buried in the pillow with closed eyes. He looked really sleep, which made people suspect that the person who spoke just now was not him at all.

But this man was real.

Freya widely opened her eyes-"Why is Chris lying on my bed!"

This time, without kicking Chris for the explanation, Freya gradually recalled what happened last night.

What she met in the early morning undoubtedly was a thunderclap.

She remembered that after leaving from the TV station, Candy took her to the pub for celebrating, and then she was drugged by someone. Finally, she came back and saw Chris and threw herself at him, so they...

What happened!

"Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-" The urgent doorbell sounded like a piece from hell.

Chris pulled the quilt over his head and repeated in a raucous voice. "Freya, open the door."

Freya lowered her head to look at the nightgown on her, and then looked at Chris's bare upper body. She swallowed and said, "I, I need to calm down."

After that, she got up, walked out of the room and entered the bathroom. The doorbell was still ringing.

Chris couldn't stand the sound ultimately. He got up and put on his clothes and then went to open the door.

Beyond his expectation, it was Travis outside.

Also, out of Travis's expectation, the person who opened the door was Chris.

As the saying goes, one can't avoid one's rival in love.

Travis looked at Chris up and down. "He just put on his clothes, he didn't even straighten his shirt."

He clenched his fists by his legs. "Did you stay here last night?"

Chris knew what Travis was thinking about. He smiled in an ambiguous way and said, "This is between Freya and me. It's none of your business."

"What did you do to Freya!" Travis finally roared.

Chris's smile became more obvious. "I think you have guessed."

Travis could no longer control his fists eventually. He hurriedly and fiercely rushed to Chris with his fists. Chris closed the door lightly, and Travis's fist almost fell on the door.

"Chris!" Travis was more furious and kicked on the door. "Are you a man?"

Chris smiled and said, "Freya knows about that."

As expected, Travis almost turned into a feral beast. He pushed the door open and threw his fists at Chris once again.

This time, Chris didn't hide anymore. They got tangled with each other from the porch to the living room, where things fell down with crashing sounds.

In the bathroom, Freya heard the noise and pushed open the door to hurriedly rush out. When she saw one painting she had brought from abroad was stepped on by Chris, she roared furiously. "Get out to fight!"

At this time, Travis was just hit by Chris and stepped back. He took the opportunity to stop and looked at Freya with a complicated face. "Freya..."

"Shut up!" Freya picked up that painting, and then looked at Travis coldly. "If you come here for last night's accident, get out now. And, never come to my home."

Travis looked at Freya astonishingly and looked at Chris. The door of the bedroom behind them was opened, so he could see the messy big bed and several pillows were on the ground.

Needless to say, he all guessed what happened between Chris and Freya.

"Freya..." There was only pain in Travis's eyes. "I don't know they would do that. I didn't know it."

"Well, I would forget if you don't mention them. I don't want to see them anymore." Freya said it word by word. "Get lost, you and your friends."

Travis wanted to say something more, but Chris came up menacingly and said, "Can't you understand her words?"

At last, the distress in Travis's eyes became helplessness. After a few seconds, the helplessness turned into a haze. He looked at Chris and said, "I didn't expect you will take people's advantage. Chris, if we meet at work, I won't let you go."

Chris did not worry about the threat of Travis. "In addition to stealing the plan I made, how can you win me?"

"It's no use for the tongue." Travis's hands clenched into fists. "You just wait!"

After he turned and left Freya's home, Chris closed the door with his foot and returned to the living room. He found Freya looking contemplative on the sofa. She seemed to be thinking about some life matters.

When he went over and was about to open his mouth, Freya peeled an orange. "Chris, we..." She lowered her head and blushed before she said a few words. "Last night, did we..."

Chris indeed knew what Freya was thinking about. "However, can't she feel it if anything happened?"

He hooked his lips with an intrigued look and asked, "What?"

"I don't care!" Freya waved her slender hand, and then stood up from the sofa. "You must be responsible for me!"

Chris sat on the single couch and then overlapped his long legs gracefully. "How should I take responsibility for you?"

Freya almost blurted out. "You need to be responsible for me as they do in the drama series."

But after considering carefully, it seemed to be foolish. Then she changed into a more formal statement.

"Do what a man should do!" She looked at Chris very calmly and said, "You are a strong man, I am a pure girl. You did something bad on me, so you need to take responsibility. As the saying goes, there's no free lunch. Well, it was midnight snack..."

Chris said with a smile, "Have you ever seen someone who needs to take tableware, such as bowls, chopsticks and so on to home after finishing the midnight snack?"

Freya was stunned a bit-"What does Chris mean? Does he want to go back upon his words after wearing clothes and becoming a hypocrite?"

"Chris!" Freya gritted her teeth. "I knew you were lying to me. You said before that you are serious and we are possible. Those all are lies. Did you wait for this moment? Did you just try to bully me and leave me?"

Chris confessed, "You came to me last night."

"..." Freya was instantly speechless.

"It was true that I threw myself at Chris.

"I fanned the flame first. If I didn't put it out, who would do this?

"Therefore, if Chris doesn't want to take responsibility, I can't pester him."

She looked at Chris and snorted. "Why can't you play a joke? So serious! I don't care about you."

She tried to pretend that she did not care to hide the grieve in her heart.

She once thought that Chris was serious about her. But now she knew that even if she and Chris become together, she would only be one of his many exes.

Chris said nothing. Freya felt that she would look stupid if she still stayed here, so she got up and returned to the bedroom.

After she changed clothes, the door of the bedroom was suddenly pushed open. Chris, who had finished washing, walked in and opened the closet to find his clothes.

He stayed here for a few nights last time, and the clothes he had replaced were not brought back. Freya packed them up in the closet and hung with her colorful clothes, which made her happy often.

"Now thinking about this, how ironic?

"But this is my home. If I am unhappy, I can kick him out."

Freya took a bag and handed it to Chris. Chris looked at her confusedly. She said, "Pick up your things and take them away when you leave."

Chris did not take the bag, but narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Freya suddenly felt a chill in the back but immediately thought to herself. "My zone, my rule!"

She tossed the bag into Chris's hands. When she was about to pull back her hands, Chris caught her suddenly and pulled her by force. Then she fell into his arms.

"Su Yi..."

She didn't even have time to call Chris's name. His lips hit her and covered her mouth violently to block her mouth. She could only make a muffled groan.

At this moment, Freya understood that when lips touched, it was not necessarily a kiss, it could also be violence.

Chris had never kissed her so hard as if he wanted to swallow her. He hugged her waist so tightly and forcedly that he seemed to break her into halves.

He got angry suddenly and threw that bag on the ground fiercely. Then he pushed Freya against the closet door. There was no time for Freya to say anything before he blocked her mouth again.

Freya's lips were thin, and under Chris's attack, they seemed to become fragile. The pain would become unbearable in a short while.

"Yum..." Freya almost cried out. "It hurts..."

Hearing this, Chris's attack eventually slowed down. He held Freya's cheek in both hands and nibbled her gently. "Freya, you are so stupid that only I will want you."

Freya had suppressed her sad feeling for so long, now they seemed to break out. She pushed Chris fiercely and said, "When I asked Travis to leave, I should ask you to get out together!"

Chris's eyes narrowed dangerously again. Freya was afraid that he would suddenly become a beast again, so she avoided his eyes.

After a few seconds, she felt Chris's breaths near her ear. "You stayed in the bathroom for so long, and you couldn't find out whether we did something or not last night?"

Freya blinked vaguely-"What does he mean?"

She thought they had done something. Thus, she spent the whole time in the bathroom calming herself down.

In less than 10 minutes, she persuaded herself to accept this fact and comforted herself that it would happen sooner or later. She even felt that she should be thankful that the person was Chris.

But now, Chris told her that... nothing happened?