The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

The party ended and everyone left.

Not long after.

The group returned to the building downstairs in the residential area.

Just as Yan Cong was about to go upstairs, the man in the floral shirt suddenly called out to him.

"Old Yan."

Yan Cong had no choice but to stop and turn around to look at him.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

The man in the floral shirt looked at his bewildered expression and his face was full of disappointment.

"You're asking me what's wrong?"

"You're going up tomorrow, right?!"

"Yes, that's right."

"and then?"

The man in the floral shirt frowned and pointed upstairs.

"What are you planning to do?"

"A real talk?"

Yan Cong remained silent.

The floral shirt lowered its voice.

"I heard she's from a single-parent family."

"Don't get emotionally involved."

"Otherwise, you won't be able to escape even if you want to."

"Um."

Yan Cong remained silent for two seconds.

"I know."

The man in the floral shirt patted him on the shoulder.

"Sigh, go ahead."

"Tonight is the last chance to recoup our losses, so we have to seize it."

"But please..."

"Never get emotionally involved."

After saying that, he mysteriously stuffed something into Yan Cong's hand.

"promise."

"nice one."

Eat half an hour earlier.

next second.

The man in the floral shirt hopped on his electric scooter and sped off with Old Zhong.

Yan Cong stood still, head down, hands outstretched.

A flash of blue appeared.

He clenched his fist in a flash.

"Mommy approved it."

"Who are you insulting?"

"I need this thing?!"

He was about to throw it away.

But after raising his hand, it stopped in mid-air.

There was no one around.

Yan Cong gritted his teeth, but in the end, he withdrew his hand.

Before entering the elevator.

He turned his back and quickly swallowed the thing.

What if!

What if the other party is truly a battle-hardened warrior?

I was instantly killed.

Wouldn't that be a huge loss?

Dignity must not be lost!!!

The elevator went up all the way.

Yan Cong stared at the fluctuating floor numbers, his heart pounding upwards.

Wait for him to open the door.

The warm yellow lights were still on in the living room.

But most of the people had already left.

Only Liang Rumeng was sitting on the sofa.

Her face was flushed, and she was clutching the hem of her clothes with her fingers.

Old Wang was already unconscious and had fallen asleep on the other side.

As for the squinty-eyed guy and Peng Yiran...

The faint noises coming from inside were the source of Liang Rumeng's unease.

Yan Cong also drank quite a bit of alcohol.

Adding to his nervousness, he didn't see clearly for a moment.

"cough."

"that."

"Don't you take a shower?"

Liang Rumeng lowered her head.

"It's been washed."

Yan Cong then realized this.

Her hair was still a little wet, but she hadn't changed her clothes.

"Um."

"Then go to sleep."

He paused for a moment.

He added another sentence.

"Would you like to sleep with me tonight?"

Liang Rumeng pinched her fingers and nodded very gently.

"Um……"

"Okay."

The two entered the room one after the other.

The door closed.

The lights went out.

The only sound in the room was their breathing.

Perhaps it was the effects of the alcohol.

Or perhaps it was that little blue pill that made the blood start to heat up.

Or perhaps it's just a matter of being soft-hearted, awkward, spending money, or saving face at the urging of friends these past two days...

This prompted Yan Cong to act.

He turned over and embraced Liang Rumeng.

The girl's body stiffened, but she did not flinch.

Yan Cong propped himself up and looked down at her.

His voice was a little hoarse.

"May I?"

Liang Rumeng hesitated for a moment.

Then, nod gently.

Yan Cong didn't hesitate any longer and lowered his head to kiss her.

"Holy crap..."

"No! Elder Yan, no! You'll regret this!!"

The audience was shouting.

But no one looked away.

It just so happens at this crucial moment.

The camera suddenly pans across the sky.

They cut directly outside the door.

"Grass!"

"Damn it, don't they even consider us their descendants?! They're protecting themselves from this?!"

"Where's the VIP?! Annual subscription?! Give me one—"

But no matter how many comments scrolled by.

The camera remained fixed on the door panel.

Fortunately, it's alright.

Even through the door, you could still faintly hear some sounds.

"Breathe! You're going to suffocate me!"

"Stick out your tongue! Do you even know what a tongue is?!"

"oh……"

"Is this okay?"

"Okay, sure..."

"Wow... the kids won't go hungry anymore!"

"Ouch! Why are you wearing jeans?!"

"Something's not right..."

"No! Why did you pull me up again!"

"Depend on!"

"no……"

"You really can't..."

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

I can tell from the sound.

It got stuck at the last step and dragged on for a long time.

Then came Yan Cong's voice, barely containing his anger.

The anger didn't seem to be directed at Liang Rumeng.

It seems more like it was directed at himself.

"OK."

"Then forget it."

Liang Rumeng sobbed softly.

"sorry……"

Upon hearing the crying, the room fell silent for a moment.

Followed by.

The voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Don't say sorry!"

"If you don't want to, then you don't want to!"

"Who forced you?!"

Liang Rumeng was so frightened that she fell silent.

Yan Cong took a few breaths.

next second.

His barely suppressed roar could be heard.

"roll!"

"If you can't handle it, then get out!"

"Get out of here!"

"Clatter".

The door opened.

Then he was slammed down hard.

Doorway.

Only a petite figure with her head down remained.

She squatted there, her hair still wet, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, unable to utter a single word.