Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Fearing he might be seeing things, the fat man rubbed his eyes several times before finally confirming that it wasn't a hallucination.

I checked my phone and it was 3 a.m. again.

He understood why those people stayed up all night a few days ago, acting like night owls.

Why did this girl come out of the bracelet and, instead of sleeping, sit outside keeping watch?

Still alone.

The delivery guy wasn't there either.

The fat man scratched his head, puzzled.

After thinking about it for a while, it suddenly seemed reasonable.

His son, Pingzai, usually seems detached and indifferent to worldly desires; I wonder if he has any experience in this area.

Moreover, since this was the first time in his life, there was bound to be some awkwardness, and it was normal for some unpleasantness to occur during their time together.

At this point, a knowledgeable outsider is needed to step in, mediate, and resolve the misunderstandings between the parties.

There's no better candidate than this fat guy.

A sense of responsibility arose spontaneously.

The fat man made up his mind, first taking care of his urgent needs, then tinkering with something in the kitchen, before tiptoeing over and sitting down on the other side of the steps.

"Give."

He placed a drink next to the girl.

Using this as her opening line, she went on and on, explaining, "Do you remember the milk tea you made last early autumn? The one with chestnuts in it. We tried making it ourselves later, could you taste it and tell us how it is?"

Shen Mingchao was somewhat surprised to hear the fat man's voice.

She had actually heard the noise behind her a long time ago.

After these things happened, she felt embarrassed. She didn't know who the person was or how to deal with it, otherwise she wouldn't have gone outside in the middle of the night to get some fresh air.

Seeing that it was a fat man, she inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

A mention of chestnut milk tea stirred up her memories.

I reached out and picked up the cup; it was warm to the touch. I took a sip through the straw, and the rich aroma of chestnuts and milk tea instantly filled my mouth. The taste was sweet but not cloying.

She nodded repeatedly, "Mmm, it's delicious!"

"That's good." The fat man breathed a sigh of relief. "Looks like my cooking skills haven't deteriorated yet."

At this point, the atmosphere eased.

But when Fatty saw Shen Mingchao quietly drinking his milk tea, he suddenly became speechless.

He claimed he was trying to comfort her, but how could he possibly discuss such private matters with a girl?

After hesitating for a while, the other person spoke first: "Fatty, you want to ask about the young man's situation, right?"

"Huh?" The fat man was taken aback.

This girl is so direct?!

He nodded, forcing a smile, "I guess...I guess so, haha."

Then he saw Shen Mingchao stop drinking his milk tea, revealing an indescribable expression, and suddenly sigh.

No… wait!

Did he really guess right?

Is the delivery guy really that bad?

What are the Zhang family doing? They didn't even bother to teach their family patriarch about such a crucial matter. Now look what's happened—the girl has rejected them, what if she runs away?!

Damn it, even if they run away, there are still nineteen others waiting.

No! He had to find a way to make amends for his brother.

Thinking of this, the fat man perked up, adopted the air of a top-notch assist man, and began to spout nonsense:

"Listen to me, Fatty. This young man doesn't have those worldly desires in his head. He'll definitely be clumsy at first. But don't worry, who is he? His learning ability is phenomenal. Give him a little more time, and I guarantee he'll become proficient through practice, both impressive and useful!"

A barrage of questions came crashing down on Shen Mingchao, leaving him completely bewildered.

"what?"

What on earth is this?!

How could a fat person's thinking be so outrageously divergent!

Zhang Qilin's reputation has been damaged!

Shen Mingchao hesitated for a long time before finally managing to utter, "Fatty, you've misunderstood."

"Is it a misunderstanding?"

The fat man didn't believe it at all. He had lived to such an old age that he knew some girls would tell white lies in front of outsiders to save face for their boyfriends.

He patted his chest and assured him, "Ming Dynasty, leave this to me. I will definitely impart my knowledge to you properly, and it won't be more than three days—"

"That's enough!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Shen Mingchao quickly interrupted, "Fatty, I know you're a kind-hearted person, but you've really misunderstood!"

Seeing how serious the other person was, the fat man hesitated: "Is it really a misunderstanding?"

"But—but you looked so gloomy just now, and you even came out for some fresh air in the middle of the night. You were clearly in a bad mood."

"I...I..."

Shen Mingchao wanted to cry but had no tears.

She didn't know how to explain it; she went out for some fresh air to calm herself down.

Some blood-pumping images flashed through my mind.

The other person was probably being considerate of her feelings, so their movements were careful and restrained.

She was indeed not very clear-headed at first; hunger left her with only instinct, but she also knew what she was doing.

She went with the flow and did not resist.

As someone who once showered on a high-speed internet connection, she may not have had hands-on experience, but she has a broad knowledge base.

She had thought the first time wouldn't be pleasant, but the result far exceeded her expectations.

There was absolutely no discomfort.

A strange and wonderful power filled my body, and my hunger was gradually soothed.

She could feel herself getting stronger.

Perhaps the jasmine-flavored ice cream was too delicious, because she couldn't resist and became addicted to it.

There is no concept of time in this space.

She wouldn't let it go, dragging the other person around relentlessly.

Even though the other party repeatedly signaled her to stop, she ignored them and completely let herself sink deeper into depravity.

Only after she had completely eaten and drunk her fill did she turn her head and realize that the man beside her had fallen asleep at some point.

His handsome face was full of weariness, his lips were pale and colorless, and his whole person exuded an undeniable exhaustion.

On the other hand, look at herself.

Feeling refreshed and relaxed all over.

He was brimming with energy, feeling that killing two more Wang Zhi wouldn't be a problem.

The beautiful dream of going home came to mind.

When Shen Mingchao got serious, she didn't think it was just a dream. It was more like Shen Mingyue and the others were giving her a heads-up so she could better accept reality.

Her gaze involuntarily fell on Zhang Qilin.

Nutrients?

So, is their relationship with her one of ebb and flow?

Shen Mingchao couldn't come up with a definite answer.

But as she remained silent, staring at the man's sleeping face, a familiar restlessness welled up inside her.

She discovered that Zhang Qilin, in his weakened state, possessed a unique charm.

My heart skipped a beat.

Fearing she might not be able to resist, she brought Zhang Qiyu out of the space.

Seeing that it was her room in Yucun, she felt relieved. She went to the bathroom with practiced ease, took a shower, and then used a damp towel to wipe Zhang Qilin down.

Luckily, Zhang Haixia and the others had stocked up on some daily necessities in their space, otherwise they would have become like wild animals again.

As a result, while she was wiping, her hand uncontrollably reached out and touched it again.

"..."

Reason returned, and he struck with his other hand.

She felt the air was a bit stuffy, so she went straight out of the house and sat on the steps to get some fresh air.

I really didn't expect that the fat guy would misunderstand so deeply.

She felt really bad that she had been taken advantage of and was now being questioned about her abilities by her brother.

I intend to clear Zhang Qilin's name.

"Fatty, let me tell you the truth, it's not that he's incapable. If you insist on an explanation..."

Shen Mingchao took a deep breath, and, having decided to go all out, said bluntly:

"Just consider me my Taihang!"

"ah???"