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Chapter 78: Be proactive with women, not passive

On the stairs of the rental house, Ou Xinyi's two slender legs were clamped around Lin Cang's waist, and her pair of white jade hands were groping under his belly.

Her long furry down jacket easily covered every last bit of it.

No one could tell what was going on, they just thought the man was very strong.

I had to carry my girlfriend up the stairs, but I didn't know which floor she was on.

If it were high, that would be awesome.

Only Lin Cang knew the specific situation. He felt a warmth on his body and looked at Ou Xinyi biting her lips, her eyes seemed to be able to drip tears!
I felt a great sense of accomplishment.

He walked slowly, step by step, up to the floor where the rental house was located.

As if on purpose, he would retreat a few steps from time to time.

This made Ou Xinyi punch him in the chest, but she didn't dare to open her mouth.

At this time, two people came down, most likely a couple.

The woman saw this and opened her arms to her boyfriend: "Husband, look at me, I want you to hold me up too."

The man looked at her 100-pound body, then saw that she was on the third floor so far, while his residence was on the seventh floor.

Are you sure I'm carrying you up here, not trying to kill me?

He couldn't help but look at Lin Cang, his eyes like a resentful woman who had been abandoned.

Brothers, we are all men, why make things difficult for men?

Lin Cang didn't have time to care about her, but instead felt Ou Xinyi in his arms.

Because there are people around, it seems that I am getting happier and happier.

I returned to the house I rented, the moment the door closed.

A beautiful song sounded.

"You're really burning!"

"Work hard and don't talk!"

When I entered the room, Ou Xinyi had already come down, but she was only halfway down.

One foot was on the ground and the other was lifted up.

She swung her fist and hit Lin Cang.

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

Ou Xinyi, who had already taken a nap and was woken by Lin Cang, said while drinking chicken soup, "No wonder he slept through class yesterday afternoon. I had to support him when we got back to the dormitory. He's really amazing."

Being called a bullshit, Lin Cang smirked: "Otherwise, how would you dare to open the Crystal Palace, right?"

Ou Xinyi rolled her eyes at him and said, "What a boast! When the sisters get together one day, I'll let you sleep in bed for three days and three nights."

"Aren't you ashamed to say that?" Lin Cang looked at her curiously. He remembered that she was quite shy.

How come this is getting more and more heated?

The previous request was fine, but now he wants to be with all the sisters.

Ou Xinyi twirled the spoon in the chicken soup with her little hand, lowered her head, and said embarrassedly, "It's all because of you, bastard. Ever since that day, I've been dreaming about you every day, and the scenes are always different."

Do you dream about different scenes every day?
Lin Cang's eyes widened, he didn't expect this effect.

The most important thing is the scene.

"What are the scenes? Tell me about them."

Ou Xinyi drank the chicken soup in one gulp, then cursed angrily, "You big-headed idiot! I'm going to sleep, don't bother me."

After she finished speaking, she went straight to the bed and pulled the quilt to cover herself completely.

Lin Cang picked up his phone and wanted to ask other women if the scenes were different when they dreamed of him!

But after thinking about it, I let it go.

Leave some surprises like opening a blind box and open them one by one.

This is the charm of plug-ins, no wonder so many people like to use them.

Loved it.

The three cities of Chaoshan are famous throughout the country for their roasted celery.

In one of the buildings, there is a room full of two-dimensional atmosphere, two-dimensional pillows, and various figures.

Fu Tuaner sat in front of the computer, looking at the computer in front of her, and the dream she had during her lunch nap emerged clearly in her mind.

I remembered that in my dream, I was live streaming. Lin Cang, like Sadako, leaned out from the computer. His big hands wandered over my body for a while before unbuckling my belt. I couldn't say a word, and then I saw the comment box next to me.

The viewers kept asking what was wrong with the anchor, why was there no sound when he opened his mouth, why was he not talking, and whether his microphone was broken.

Fu Tuaner clapped her hands on her face.

Don't think, don't think!
Why did I dream about that scumbag again, and it was the same dream again.

Too, too scary.

On the other side, Cai Wenyin, a beautiful woman who was also in Yaodu, was lying on the bed in the independent teacher's dormitory, looking at the white ceiling.

In her mind, she recalled the dream she had last night, in which her late husband carried her home in a sedan chair in a Chinese-style wedding.

But in the bridal chamber, the groom in the red robe and top scholar costume who unveiled his red cloth was not her deceased husband, but Lin Cang.

She calls her husband, husband, and welcomes his wave after wave of love.

How did the groom's face become like him?

This shouldn't be the case! Could it be that...

Speaking of which, will he come, or is what he said a lie?

Back to Lin Cang, he was unpacking the boxes at this time.

These are the musical instruments sent by Cai Wenyin, including the flute, dizi, erhu, pipa, guzheng, guqin, and suona.

A complete set!
I promised Cai Wenyin that I would play the music for her in the evening.

This was promised and naturally had to be done. It was also a way to make the other party forget her deceased husband.

Ou Xinyi hadn't fallen asleep yet. Looking at the musical instrument he took out, she half sat up on a whim.

She didn't care at all about exposing herself and watched with interest.

"Are you going to play the piano for me?"

Lin Cang shook his head: "It's not for you to listen to. I promised the owner of Yuyin Pavilion that I would play a song for her every night before she goes to sleep."

Gently stroke the guqin and feel the rich and delicate touch of red sandalwood.

The picture given by the other party does not reflect the market price of the guqin.

He didn't know how much it was worth, but if he sold it as wood, he could get tens of thousands of dollars.

If it is sold as a piano, it will naturally be more expensive.

Her words made Ou Xinyi feel very unhappy. She said sourly, "You play the piano every night and treat her so well. Why don't you play in front of her and then hug her to sleep after playing?"

Not knowing that she was jealous, Lin Cang nodded seriously, picked up the guqin and said, "What you said makes sense. I'll go now!"

Seeing what he was about to do, Ou Xinyi picked up the large inflatable scissors that Chen Shishi left behind yesterday and threw them at him: "How dare you!!!"

A pair of large scissors flew past Lin Cang and hit the wall.

Because it is inflatable, it does not leave any marks on the wall.

At this time, Lin Cang put down the guqin, knelt on one leg on the bed, and lifted her chin with one hand, like a domineering president: "Apologize to me!"

?

Do you want me to apologize for this?

But seeing the other person's behavior, Ou Xinyi's heart was pounding.

Okay, okay, Max!
Good, good, so handsome!
Looking at her expression, Lin Cang said coldly: "Apologize to me!"

A scumbag once told him that when it comes to women, you have to take the initiative, not be passive.

If you are passive, you will be eaten alive; if you are active, you will eat alive the opponent.

Every scumbag has a motto: I would rather betray all the women in the world than let them betray me.

This is also why it is easy for scumbags to grow old together and stay together forever.

If he wasn't a scumbag, he would probably lie alone in bed and cry for love.

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