"I fell in love with photography after he left me." A pale hand rested on Jiao Tailang's shoulder. The woman's voice was still charming, but the slightly tipsy tone was gone, replaced by a chilling sensation.

"They are all collectibles I've gathered. Each one of them promised me that they would treat me well for the rest of their lives." The woman's fingertips wandered along Jiao Tailang's neck. "To prevent them from breaking their promises, I had no choice but to keep them here with me forever."

More terrifying than these words was the woman's current action.

He had just helped the woman to bed, but now her body hadn't moved, yet her hand was reaching directly towards him.

Her arm... was at least 3 meters long.

To avoid provoking her, Jiao Tailang withstood the pressure and didn't dare to turn around.

But the next moment, Weng Qing's voice was right next to his ear, her casual breath tickling Jiao Tailang's earlobe.

But the current Jiao Tailang really didn't have any other thoughts. He stood there blankly, behaving very obediently.

"His name is Wang Yuxue, and he's a university professor." Weng Qing pointed to a man in a photo. The man was wearing a suit and frameless glasses.

"He's also a tenant in this building, living right next door to me. Seems like a very upright gentleman, doesn't he?"

Staring intently at the photo, Weng Qing bit her finger and smiled foolishly, as if recalling something. "But he was already married. His wife was taking care of their two children and supporting his parents in another city, but what about him? He used tutoring as an excuse to bring girls home and then took advantage of them."

"Later, he found me too." Weng Qing revealed a satisfied smile, looking at the photo as if she was recalling something. "His eyes were very beautiful. To prevent him from seducing other women, I kept his eyes."

Jiao Tailang couldn't help but shudder.

"And him." Weng Qing shifted her gaze to a photo under the wall clock. The photo's position was very prominent, seemingly holding special significance.

It was a seemingly sunny and cheerful young man, wearing a jersey and shorts, looking very sturdy.

"His name is Yan Ruyu, a student at the Sports Institute." Weng Qing's voice was like a knife, dissecting the man in the photo piece by piece as she told Jiao Tailang about him.

"Looks very honest and simple, doesn't he?" Weng Qing sighed, her eyes instantly turning cold. "But he's a complete scumbag. He lived upstairs from me, and I often heard him beating his girlfriend. After his girlfriend got pregnant, he even harassed me."

"So, I kept him too." Weng Qing leaned close to Jiao Tailang's ear and whispered, "He boasted that he was very strong in that area, so I kept it, but I discovered... he wasn't telling the truth." Weng Qing put her finger to her lips and smiled very happily.

Weng Qing, barefoot and tiptoeing, introduced Jiao Tailang to the men in the photos one by one, along with the dirty stories behind them.

She seemed very happy, like a child introducing her beloved toys to a new friend.

Finally... it was his turn.

A blank picture frame hung in the corner. Weng Qing took it down and held it to her chest, clearly reserving it for Jiao Tailang.

"You're also the type to use sweet words to deceive women, aren't you?" She narrowed her red eyes and stared at Jiao Tailang. "I like you very much, so I'll keep your tongue so you can tell me sweet nothings."

The bedroom door was tightly shut, and Jiao Tailang felt lifeless.

Even if the bedroom door could be opened, it wouldn't help. The two previously docile golden retrievers were now guarding the door, baring their teeth, their eyes bloodshot.

Tiptoeing, Weng Qing leaned on Jiao Tailang's back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her cold fingers gradually touching his face.

Pressing close to him, feeling the beating heart in Jiao Tailang's chest, a hint of rosiness and longing appeared on Weng Qing's pale cheeks.

She curved her lips, her scarlet lips and soft body, a morbid beauty permeated her without any sense of incongruity.

Sharp fingernails wandered over the man's Adam's apple in front of her. Soon, this would become another one of her prized possessions.

But just as her fingernails were about to slice his throat, Weng Qing stopped.

The man in front of her didn't cry and wail like the other men who came here, or swear that he would treat her well for the rest of his life, only wanting to live.

The man in front of her was unusually calm, even his breathing was different from the beginning, as if he was someone else.

Through the reflection of the glass frame, she saw that the man's gaze was fixed on the photos hanging on the wall. He seemed to have forgotten that he was about to die here.

Like those people, he would be hung on the wall forever, as her collectible.

"Sister." Jiao Tailang suddenly spoke, "Did you really love or hate them? Or are you just using them as substitutes for that person?"

Jiao Tailang didn't turn around, he just stood there, he knew the story of what happened to Weng Qing, "While punishing these people, you're actually thinking of having them atone for the person in your heart."

Before he finished speaking, the killing intent around them instantly intensified, and the only night light flickered like a candle in the wind.

Several extremely shallow and thin streaks of blood tore open his skin.

A few drops of bright red blood slid down his cheeks, dyeing the snow-white clothes with plum blossoms.

The man remained unmoved.

"Shut up..." Grabbing Jiao Tailang's shoulders, her sharp fingernails pierced his flesh, Weng Qing bit her lip, her voice low, "You're just like him! You're all just like him! Men like you... deserve to die!"

"But isn't that man the one who deserves to die even more?" Jiao Tailang interrupted Weng Qing, righteously, "He held you back, hurt the originally gentle, kind, lovely, pure, beautiful, generous, and understanding sister! He also ruined your life!"

"I won't let him go." Jiao Tailang gritted his teeth, and countless flames of anger shot out from his originally gentle eyes.

Weng Qing's blood-red eyes trembled. The man with his back to her seemed like a different person. His young and delicate face was filled with determination, and the hatred for the person who had hurt her was almost tangible.

But... she was the one who was supposed to kill him.

Why?

Why would he...?

The hand on the man's shoulder was suddenly enveloped in warmth. Jiao Tailang grabbed her hand and slowly turned around. Weng Qing instinctively wanted to pull back, but he held on even tighter.

In the dim environment, she saw tears welling up in Jiao Tailang's eyes. "Sister, don't torture yourself anymore." Jiao Tailang's lips trembled. "I know that the person who hurt you hasn't received the punishment he deserves."

"Let's find him together, and even if it costs me my life, I'll make him atone for what he did to you, Sister!"