Genting: You're supposed to teach us skills, but you're going to perform magical arts?

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The morning light streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, and I groggily opened my eyes.

The hangover headache made her frown involuntarily, and she subconsciously reached out to pull the blanket up, but her fingertips touched a patch of cold skin.

She suddenly woke up, looked down, and was immediately horrified.

She was only wearing a thin, close-fitting undershirt; her nightgown had long since been thrown away somewhere!

"What... what's going on?"

Wen Ruan's mind was in chaos, and fragmented memories of last night surfaced.

She vaguely remembered that Ye Fan brought her back and carried her upstairs.

Could it be... that he did something to me while I was drunk?

Once this thought took root, it spread wildly through my mind and I could no longer suppress it.

Overwhelmed by shame and anger, Wenruan could no longer calm down. Without even changing her clothes, she angrily pushed open the bedroom door in her slippers and headed straight for the living room.

On the sofa in the living room, Ye Fan was still curled up, fast asleep. He had been tossing and turning most of the night, and now he was sleeping soundly, his eyes relaxed and completely unguarded.

Looking at his peacefully sleeping appearance, Wenruan felt her anger burning even more fiercely.

Just as she was about to step forward to reprimand and question him, she caught a glimpse of a corner next to the coffee table out of the corner of her eye.

There was a white wastebasket there.

In the wastebasket, a crumpled wad of toilet paper was stained with a glaring bright red, and next to it were several used tissues with a little murky, sticky, transparent liquid on them.

This scene, once witnessed, completely shattered Wenruan's last shred of reason.

In that instant, my soft brain exploded with a "buzz".

Although she had never been in a relationship, she knew what that meant.

"Ye Fan!"

A sharp shout, filled with embarrassment and anger, suddenly rang out in the living room, shattering the morning's tranquility.

Ye Fan was suddenly awakened from his sleep, his whole body jolted, and he sat up sleepily, still not understanding the current situation, his mind still a mess.

He was about to ask what had happened when Wen Ruan rushed up, her eyes red and brimming with tears of grievance, her mind completely clouded by anger.

"You despicable and shameless bastard!"

Wen Ruan raised her hand and slapped Ye Fan on the shoulder without any mercy, the force carrying her deep shame and indignation.

One, two, three...

She seemed to be venting all the fear, grievances and anger in her heart, her small fists landing repeatedly on Ye Fan's arms, back and chest, her blows urgent and chaotic.

"I really misjudged you! I considered you a trustworthy friend, and you actually took advantage of me while I was drunk to do such a despicable and vile thing!"

"You've gone too far! You're absolutely disgusting!"

Wenruan waved her fists and scolded him sharply with a sob in her voice, tears streaming down her fair cheeks, both angry and aggrieved.

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Ye Fan hurriedly raised his hand to block, his face full of confusion and helplessness, completely dumbfounded.

He dodged her soft, delicate fists, hurriedly explaining, "Wait! Ruan Ruan! Calm down! What happened? I didn't do anything! Why did you hit me right away?"

"Didn't do it? You still dare to deny it now!"

Wen Ruan grew even angrier upon hearing this, pointing her finger firmly at the wastebasket beside her, her voice trembling with agitation:

"You dare pretend!" Wen Ruan cried, her eyes red-rimmed, pointing at the trash can. "Look what you've done! What have you done to me? That blood... and that disgusting stuff... you're not even human!"

"You took advantage of me while I was drunk and passed out, and now you're pretending to be innocent? Ye Fan, you've gone too far!"

Ye Fan looked in the direction she was pointing at the wastebasket. After seeing what was inside, he was instantly at a loss for words, feeling utterly helpless.

He finally understood the origin of this unprovoked outburst of anger.

The dark red bloodstains were from watching her sleepwalk and dance last night, which stirred my emotions and caused my nose to bleed. The sticky substance was just snot from blowing my nose when I caught a chill and my nose was stuffy at night.

Who could have imagined that these two ordinary things would lead to such an absurd and ridiculous misunderstanding for Wenruan?

"Sister, calm down! Let me explain!"

Ye Fan dodged while shouting.

"That blood was from my nose! That sticky stuff was snot! You were sleepwalking and dancing last night, and I got so excited watching you that I got a nosebleed. I rolled up some tissue to plug my nose! I didn't do anything!"

"You're lying!" Wen Ruan didn't believe her at all. "Why am I only dressed like this? Where's my nightgown?"

"You took it off yourself! You took it off while you were sleepwalking, and even did a hot dance. I didn't want to look the whole time, so I lay here staring at the ceiling all night!"

Ye Fan was on the verge of tears. "If you don't believe me, you can check the home security camera footage, or... or think about it yourself, if I really did something, would you still be able to hit me with such energy right now?"

"Really...really?" She sniffed, her voice still trembling with tears.

"More real than real gold!"

Ye Fan raised his hands in surrender, "I, Ye Fan, swear to God, last night was absolutely innocent, I didn't even touch your hand!"

Wen Ruan looked at the dried snot in the trash can, and then at Ye Fan's swollen nose. A blush of embarrassment finally appeared on her face.

So it was all a misunderstanding?

"Could it be that I really misunderstood you?" Wen Ruan asked.

Ye Fan nodded repeatedly and said, "Of course it's a misunderstanding, I really didn't do anything."

"Are you sure you didn't look at anything else yesterday?"

"I swear, I only watched a tiny bit of the beginning. I was so shocked at the time that I didn't react, and I didn't actually see anything clearly. I didn't watch any of the rest."

Ye Fan quickly raised three fingers and held them up to the light.

"Okay. It's good you didn't see it clearly. I have a scar on my waist, it's really unsightly."

Wenruan patted her chest and said with relief.

Ye Fan couldn't help but show a suspicious expression.

"No, your waist is completely smooth, where would you get a scar..."

At this point, Ye Fan suddenly stopped, inwardly exclaiming: Oh no!

Wenruan's expression changed as expected.

Suddenly, she pounced on Ye Fan, pinning him down and grabbing his ear.

"You bastard Ye Fan, you were lying all along. I'll beat you to death, you pervert!"

Then came a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

After a long while, Wenruan finally stopped, exhausted from hitting her.

Only then did she realize that she was straddling Ye Fan in an extremely ambiguous position.

One hand was still tightly gripping Ye Fan's arm.

She looks exactly like a female hooligan who forces herself on someone.

Her face flushed red, and she quickly climbed off Ye Fan.

"Really...really?" She sniffed, her voice still trembling with tears.

"More real than real gold!"

Ye Fan raised his hands in surrender, "I, Ye Fan, swear to God, last night was absolutely innocent, I didn't even touch your hand!"

Wen Ruan looked at the dried snot in the trash can, and then at Ye Fan's swollen nose. A blush of embarrassment finally appeared on her face.

So it was all a misunderstanding?

"Could it be that I really misunderstood you?" Wen Ruan asked.

Ye Fan nodded repeatedly and said, "Of course it's a misunderstanding, I really didn't do anything."

"Are you sure you didn't look at anything else yesterday?"

"I swear, I only watched a tiny bit of the beginning. I was so shocked at the time that I didn't react, and I didn't actually see anything clearly. I didn't watch any of the rest."

Ye Fan quickly raised three fingers and held them up to the light.

"Okay. It's good you didn't see it clearly. I have a scar on my waist, it's really unsightly."

Wenruan patted her chest and said with relief.

Ye Fan couldn't help but show a suspicious expression.

"No, your waist is completely smooth, where would you get a scar..."

At this point, Ye Fan suddenly stopped, inwardly exclaiming: Oh no!

Wenruan's expression changed as expected.

Suddenly, she pounced on Ye Fan, pinning him down and grabbing his ear.

"You bastard Ye Fan, you were lying all along. I'll beat you to death, you pervert!"

Then came a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

After a long while, Wenruan finally stopped, exhausted from hitting her.

Only then did she realize that she was straddling Ye Fan in an extremely ambiguous position.

One hand was still tightly gripping Ye Fan's arm.

She looks exactly like a female hooligan who forces herself on someone.

Her face flushed red, and she quickly climbed off Ye Fan.

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"Really...really?" She sniffed, her voice still trembling with tears.

"More real than real gold!"

Ye Fan raised his hands in surrender, "I, Ye Fan, swear to God, last night was absolutely innocent, I didn't even touch your hand!"

Wen Ruan looked at the dried snot in the trash can, and then at Ye Fan's swollen nose. A blush of embarrassment finally appeared on her face.

So it was all a misunderstanding?

"Could it be that I really misunderstood you?" Wen Ruan asked.

Ye Fan nodded repeatedly and said, "Of course it's a misunderstanding, I really didn't do anything."

"Are you sure you didn't look at anything else yesterday?"

"I swear, I only watched a tiny bit of the beginning. I was so shocked at the time that I didn't react, and I didn't actually see anything clearly. I didn't watch any of the rest."

Ye Fan quickly raised three fingers and held them up to the light.

"Okay. It's good you didn't see it clearly. I have a scar on my waist, it's really unsightly."

Wenruan patted her chest and said with relief.

Ye Fan couldn't help but show a suspicious expression.

"No, your waist is completely smooth, where would you get a scar..."

At this point, Ye Fan suddenly stopped, inwardly exclaiming: Oh no!

Wenruan's expression changed as expected.

Suddenly, she pounced on Ye Fan, pinning him down and grabbing his ear.

"You bastard Ye Fan, you were lying all along. I'll beat you to death, you pervert!"

Then came a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

After a long while, Wenruan finally stopped, exhausted from hitting her.

Only then did she realize that she was straddling Ye Fan in an extremely ambiguous position.

One hand was still tightly gripping Ye Fan's arm.

She looks exactly like a female hooligan who forces herself on someone.

Her face flushed red, and she quickly climbed off Ye Fan.

"Really...really?" She sniffed, her voice still trembling with tears.

"More real than real gold!"

Ye Fan raised his hands in surrender, "I, Ye Fan, swear to God, last night was absolutely innocent, I didn't even touch your hand!"

Wen Ruan looked at the dried snot in the trash can, and then at Ye Fan's swollen nose. A blush of embarrassment finally appeared on her face.

So it was all a misunderstanding?

"Could it be that I really misunderstood you?" Wen Ruan asked.

Ye Fan nodded repeatedly and said, "Of course it's a misunderstanding, I really didn't do anything."

"Are you sure you didn't look at anything else yesterday?"

"I swear, I only watched a tiny bit of the beginning. I was so shocked at the time that I didn't react, and I didn't actually see anything clearly. I didn't watch any of the rest."

Ye Fan quickly raised three fingers and held them up to the light.

"Okay. It's good you didn't see it clearly. I have a scar on my waist, it's really unsightly."

Wenruan patted her chest and said with relief.

Ye Fan couldn't help but show a suspicious expression.

"No, your waist is completely smooth, where would you get a scar..."

At this point, Ye Fan suddenly stopped, inwardly exclaiming: Oh no!

Wenruan's expression changed as expected.

Suddenly, she pounced on Ye Fan, pinning him down and grabbing his ear.

"You bastard Ye Fan, you were lying all along. I'll beat you to death, you pervert!"

Then came a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

After a long while, Wenruan finally stopped, exhausted from hitting her.

Only then did she realize that she was straddling Ye Fan in an extremely ambiguous position.

One hand was still tightly gripping Ye Fan's arm.

She looks exactly like a female hooligan who forces herself on someone.

Her face flushed red, and she quickly climbed off Ye Fan.

Wen Ruan's movements gradually slowed down. Looking at Ye Fan's disheveled and aggrieved appearance, coupled with his confident tone, the anger in her heart slowly turned into suspicion.

"Really...really?" She sniffed, her voice still trembling with tears.

"More real than real gold!"

Ye Fan raised his hands in surrender, "I, Ye Fan, swear to God, last night was absolutely innocent, I didn't even touch your hand!"

Wen Ruan looked at the dried snot in the trash can, and then at Ye Fan's swollen nose. A blush of embarrassment finally appeared on her face.

So it was all a misunderstanding?

"Could it be that I really misunderstood you?" Wen Ruan asked.

Ye Fan nodded repeatedly and said, "Of course it's a misunderstanding, I really didn't do anything."

"Are you sure you didn't look at anything else yesterday?"

"I swear, I only watched a tiny bit of the beginning. I was so shocked at the time that I didn't react, and I didn't actually see anything clearly. I didn't watch any of the rest."

Ye Fan quickly raised three fingers and held them up to the light.

"Okay. It's good you didn't see it clearly. I have a scar on my waist, it's really unsightly."

Wenruan patted her chest and said with relief.

Ye Fan couldn't help but show a suspicious expression.

"No, your waist is completely smooth, where would you get a scar..."

At this point, Ye Fan suddenly stopped, inwardly exclaiming: Oh no!

Wenruan's expression changed as expected.

Suddenly, she pounced on Ye Fan, pinning him down and grabbing his ear.

"You bastard Ye Fan, you were lying all along. I'll beat you to death, you pervert!"

Then came a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

After a long while, Wenruan finally stopped, exhausted from hitting her.

Only then did she realize that she was straddling Ye Fan in an extremely ambiguous position.

One hand was still tightly gripping Ye Fan's arm.

She looks exactly like a female hooligan who forces herself on someone.

Her face flushed red, and she quickly climbed off Ye Fan.

"Really...really?" She sniffed, her voice still trembling with tears.

"More real than real gold!"

Ye Fan raised his hands in surrender, "I, Ye Fan, swear to God, last night was absolutely innocent, I didn't even touch your hand!"

Wen Ruan looked at the dried snot in the trash can, and then at Ye Fan's swollen nose. A blush of embarrassment finally appeared on her face.

So it was all a misunderstanding?

"Could it be that I really misunderstood you?" Wen Ruan asked.

Ye Fan nodded repeatedly and said, "Of course it's a misunderstanding, I really didn't do anything."

"Are you sure you didn't look at anything else yesterday?"

"I swear, I only watched a tiny bit of the beginning. I was so shocked at the time that I didn't react, and I didn't actually see anything clearly. I didn't watch any of the rest."

Ye Fan quickly raised three fingers and held them up to the light.

"Okay. It's good you didn't see it clearly. I have a scar on my waist, it's really unsightly."

Wenruan patted her chest and said with relief.

Ye Fan couldn't help but show a suspicious expression.

"No, your waist is completely smooth, where would you get a scar..."

At this point, Ye Fan suddenly stopped, inwardly exclaiming: Oh no!

Wenruan's expression changed as expected.

Suddenly, she pounced on Ye Fan, pinning him down and grabbing his ear.

"You bastard Ye Fan, you were lying all along. I'll beat you to death, you pervert!"

Then came a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

After a long while, Wenruan finally stopped, exhausted from hitting her.

Only then did she realize that she was straddling Ye Fan in an extremely ambiguous position.

One hand was still tightly gripping Ye Fan's arm.

She looks exactly like a female hooligan who forces herself on someone.

Her face flushed red, and she quickly climbed off Ye Fan.

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"Really...really?" She sniffed, her voice still trembling with tears.

"More real than real gold!"

Ye Fan raised his hands in surrender, "I, Ye Fan, swear to God, last night was absolutely innocent, I didn't even touch your hand!"

Wen Ruan looked at the dried snot in the trash can, and then at Ye Fan's swollen nose. A blush of embarrassment finally appeared on her face.

So it was all a misunderstanding?

"Could it be that I really misunderstood you?" Wen Ruan asked.

Ye Fan nodded repeatedly and said, "Of course it's a misunderstanding, I really didn't do anything."

"Are you sure you didn't look at anything else yesterday?"

"I swear, I only watched a tiny bit of the beginning. I was so shocked at the time that I didn't react, and I didn't actually see anything clearly. I didn't watch any of the rest."

Ye Fan quickly raised three fingers and held them up to the light.

"Okay. It's good you didn't see it clearly. I have a scar on my waist, it's really unsightly."

Wenruan patted her chest and said with relief.

Ye Fan couldn't help but show a suspicious expression.

"No, your waist is completely smooth, where would you get a scar..."

At this point, Ye Fan suddenly stopped, inwardly exclaiming: Oh no!

Wenruan's expression changed as expected.

Suddenly, she pounced on Ye Fan, pinning him down and grabbing his ear.

"You bastard Ye Fan, you were lying all along. I'll beat you to death, you pervert!"

Then came a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

After a long while, Wenruan finally stopped, exhausted from hitting her.

Only then did she realize that she was straddling Ye Fan in an extremely ambiguous position.

One hand was still tightly gripping Ye Fan's arm.

She looks exactly like a female hooligan who forces herself on someone.

Her face flushed red, and she quickly climbed off Ye Fan.