Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 236 Ziqiao, Risking His Sexual Happiness

"Auntie?"

Yu Mo was stunned for a moment, then remembered: "Oh right, you said before that your period wouldn't come until January."

Yu Mo's expression immediately turned somewhat unpleasant: "Zi Qiao, so when exactly is your aunt coming?"

[In her inner world, Yu Mo stood there, dressed as a housekeeper, looking lost and bewildered.]

She held a broom in one hand and wiped the fine sweat from her forehead with the other.

[Yu Mo fanned herself with her hand while pouting and saying.]

Please don't get me wrong, I'm not suddenly changing my mind and deciding not to let Ziqiao's aunt move in.

Instead...

Yu Mo snapped her fingers, and the pure white backdrop around her gradually began to blur and become hazy. A layer of solid wood flooring started to spread outwards from beneath her feet.

Green vines grew from the gaps in the solid wood flooring, spreading, weaving, and twining, eventually coalescing and transforming into familiar furniture such as sofas, coffee tables, and dining tables.

[With the fluctuations of a digital torrent, the once boundless inner world now has clear boundaries.]

The turquoise walls, the exquisite ceiling lights, even the door with the blue wind chimes... everything in room 3604 was now a 1:1 replica of Yu Mo's inner world.

At first glance, the 3604's predominantly light green color scheme appears vibrant and exudes a fresh and elegant charm.

However, the devil is often in the details, for example...

【for example……】

For example, there are unwashed dishes piled up in the kitchen for a week, a thin layer of dust has accumulated on the TV cabinet, and spilled cosmetics, scattered toilet paper, and leftover fruit pits on the coffee table.

As for the yoga mats, hula hoops, and massage devices scattered around the living room, and the piles of clothes that Yu Mo throws on the bed after picking out clothes in the bedroom...

In short, all these details reveal that our sophisticated urban lady, Ms. Qin Yumo, is actually a slovenly slob inside.

Looking at the mess in room 3604, Yu Mo, who had been clenching her fists and telling herself to keep cleaning, put down the broom and slumped helplessly onto the sofa.

Yu Mo looked up at the sky and murmured to herself.

[I hope Ziqiao's aunt doesn't arrive in the next couple of days; at least give me some time to clean up.]

Otherwise, if everyone sees 3604 in this mess, how am I supposed to live?

As Yu Mo spoke, she reached into the crevice of the sofa and pulled out something soft.

She looked down at the black stockings she had pulled out from the crack in the sofa, and immediately blushed with embarrassment.

Ziqiao thought for a moment and replied, "She's still filming on set, so she should arrive in another three to five days."

Yu Mo was finally relieved.

A sophisticated but slovenly urban woman thought that three to five days would be enough time for her to properly tidy up 3604.

If all else fails... I can always drag Yifei over to help with the cleaning.

Anyway, these two best friends who grew up together know each other perfectly well.

Yu Mo should really be grateful that in the past month or so, everyone only went to 3604 a few times when she first moved in.

Back then, 3604 hadn't been ruined by Yu Mo to this extent, which is why her image as a sophisticated urban woman hadn't collapsed.

Yifei teased, "I thought you, Lu Ziqiao, were fearless, but I never expected you to suddenly be afraid of your aunt?"

"How could I possibly be afraid of my aunt?"

Without thinking, Ziqiao retorted, "I'm clearly afraid of my period."

"Oh, right, there's something I haven't told you about my aunt yet..."

Nanfeng rubbed the knife and fork in his hand, and the cold glint of the metal made Ziqiao, who was trying to change the subject, shiver.

"Listen to Lu Ziqiao, I don't care if you're afraid of your period or your aunt."

"If you don't give me an explanation for this, I'll make you get your period!"

Curry Sauce was eating when she burst out laughing.

"Then Brother Qiao will truly become Lu Bu."

"What do you mean?"

Everyone was puzzled.

Curry Sauce counted on her fingers and said, "If Brother Ziqiao gets his period, he will simultaneously possess the three genders of a man, a woman, and neither man nor woman."

"and then?"

Everyone still doesn't understand.

Nanfeng sneered, "Can't you understand this? He unlocked the achievement of [Triple Sex Slave] in one go."

Everyone looked at each other.

Yu Mo twitched the corner of her mouth: "The jokes you two tell are really lame."

Curry Sauce swallowed the bun in her mouth with difficulty: "Actually, being a three-sex slave is already pretty good. If it were three families..."

"Curry!!!" Everyone quickly interrupted Curry Sauce's wild words.

Nanfeng gently tapped Curry's head: "This kid never learns anything good."

Curry Sauce covered her head and muttered, "You were driving really enthusiastically just now..."

Nanfeng glared at Curry Sauce until the latter obediently continued eating breakfast before turning his gaze back to Ziqiao.

"Lu Ziqiao, what do you say?"

Ziqiao instinctively shrank back, and said sincerely, "Nanfeng, I've already paid for the cleaning and sofa cleaning, can't you just let me live?"

Nanfeng held out her hand: "Where's the money?"

Doesn't Lu Ziqiao know his own financial situation? He hasn't even paid back the money he spent on pet supplies for Jiang Zhouzi last time.

He probably borrowed money from others to pay last month's rent.

"Money, money, money..."

Ziqiao took out his phone, glanced at the balance, and then put the phone on the table with an embarrassed smile.

He fumbled through every pocket of the clothes, but in the end he couldn't find a single hair.

Ziqiao touched his entire body, and finally even opened his pants to secretly peek inside.

"Are you trying to die?!"

"abnormal!"

"Nausea!"

"Are you being a pervert?!"

Yi Fei, Yu Mo, Wan Yu, and Mei Jia, the four girls, cursed one after another, while Curry Sauce only cared about eating and didn't care at all what Zi Qiao had done.

Ziqiao sighed helplessly.

He spread his hands, adopting an attitude of "I'd rather have money than my life": "Nanfeng, you can see for yourself, apart from a little hair on my body, I really don't have any hair at all."

"How about... I write you an IOU?"

Nanfeng glanced at Ziqiao: "You haven't even paid back the last sum of money yet, why would I need your IOU?"

"Is it for collection?"

Ziqiao leaned back in his chair and rubbed his throbbing head: "So what do you want?"

"I'll do whatever you say, whether you want me to kill or torture you, I won't even blink."

It was rare for Ziqiao to be so cooperative, which put Nanfeng in a difficult position.

Actually, Ziqiao's matter wasn't a big deal, and it wasn't even intentional.

But the vomit all over the ground really infuriated Nanfeng, who was a clean freak.

Seeing that Nanfeng hesitated, the others offered him suggestions.

Meijia smiled maliciously, "Nanfeng, why don't you have Ziqiao wear a bunny girl outfit and sell bars at a bar? I'm sure that scene would be very exciting."

Guan Gu shook his head: "I think we should have him contact all his ex-girlfriends and commit seppuku in front of them. That way, our apartment will be peaceful."

Yifei stroked her chin: "I think it's better to just let Ziqiao jump from the sixth floor using the method I just suggested. Who knows, he might actually be able to jump without getting hurt."

"If you ask me..."

"I think it's still..."

……

In an instant, everyone used their own unique abilities, each with an idea aimed at taking Ziqiao's life.

"Hey, listen to the lousy ideas you've come up with!"

As Ziqiao listened to everyone's so-called "suggestions," his face, which had been flushed from being drunk, turned ashen.

Good heavens, with their ideas, even if you didn't die, you'd be badly injured if you picked any one of them.

He slammed his fist on the table angrily: "You people have gone too far."

"Nanfeng and I are both your friends. Why do you only give him advice and keep pushing me into a pit of fire?"

Yu Mo was stunned: "Aren't you the one at fault?"

Ziqiao stubbornly insisted, "Even if I am at fault, I did not mean it."

"It's one thing that you guys won't put in a good word for me with Nanfeng, but why are you all hoping I'll suffer?"

He pointed at the group of troublemakers at the table: "Even if I don't expect you to be completely impartial, aren't you being a bit too biased?"

Upon hearing this, Yifei sneered, "Don't you have any idea why we're biased?"

"Can the messes you usually get up to compare to Nanfeng's?"

"What's there to compare? How can it not be compared!"

Ziqiao seemed to still be hungover, and the alcohol was still strong, so he actually dared to talk back to Yifei.

He said defiantly, "Nanfeng usually just does voice acting, plays musical instruments, and handles matters related to the residents' committee. Sometimes when he's bored, he likes to play pranks on people."

"What he did wasn't much better than what I did, and it was completely effortless, you could even say it had no technical skill whatsoever."

Zi Qiao was probably really drunk. He hiccuped and continued, "I just don't want to do what Nan Feng did. Otherwise, I could have done it myself."

Nanfeng initially thought Yifei's words were a bit too harsh, but unexpectedly, Ziqiao actually stepped on his head and started dancing.

He was already angry because Ziqiao had dirtied his living room, and now Ziqiao had really infuriated him.

"What I do is not difficult, but what you do is highly technical?"

"Drinking, picking up girls, selling miracle pills—I've thought about it for a long time and I still don't think any of them are difficult."

Upon hearing this, Ziqiao scoffed and said, "You make it sound so easy. I won't even mention that you can't drink at all, and you can't even handle picking up girls or doing sales properly."

"These days it's easy to live an honest life like you, but it's really difficult to be a free spirit like me, riding a wild horse and waving a dragon."

Nanfeng sneered, "It's only because there are too many fools and not enough swindlers that you have the opportunity to find flexible employment."

"Otherwise, with your mediocre skills, I'd be better than you!"

Are you challenging me?

Lu Ziqiao stood up and straightened his clothes, which reeked of alcohol: "Then I accept your challenge."

Nanfeng was taken aback: "What challenge? Where did this challenge come from?"

"The rules of the martial arts world dictate that you must experience life through challenges."

Ziqiao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in a deep voice, "Since I think 'I can do it too,' and you think 'you' are better than me,' then let's have a competition."

"We'll have a 24-hour limit: I'll experience one day of your life, and you'll experience one day of mine."

"This cycle continues until someone concedes defeat, and the loser must fulfill one of the winner's requests."

"So, are you ready to accept this challenge?"

Upon hearing this, Nanfeng's expression turned strange.

Experience the life of Lu Ziqiao?

Drinking and picking up girls?

Dragon's tail swing?

Galloping on horseback?!

Isn't this a bit too exciting?

Before Nanfeng could even comment, Yifei slammed her hand on the table: "You're the one in the wrong, yet you're so arrogant. Even I can't stand it anymore."

"South Wind, it's just a challenge, let's accept it!"

"That's right, Ziqiao is just too arrogant, even I can't stand it anymore," Yu Mo chimed in. "Nanfeng, let's go meet him!"

Nanfeng had a vague feeling that something was wrong. How did things develop from her wanting to settle scores with Ziqiao to having to accept this "experience life" challenge?

"Meijia, do you really have such outrageous rules in your martial arts world?" Nanfeng asked Meijia.

If there really is such a "life experience" challenge in the martial arts world... then you martial arts people must have a lot of free time.

Mika's eyes widened, and she began to cough repeatedly.

She nodded repeatedly and gave a thumbs up.

"See? Even Mika has nodded in agreement."

Ziqiao said arrogantly, "Nanfeng, you're not afraid, are you?"

Nanfeng was amused by Ziqiao's antics; it was rare for someone to repeatedly provoke her like this.

If I back down now, how am I supposed to survive in this apartment?

"I'll fight you to the bitter end!"

Nanfeng gritted his teeth and said, "If I win, I want you to abstain from alcohol and women for a year. Do you dare to bet?"

"Playing this big?" Ziqiao exclaimed instinctively.

Quitting alcohol and sex? Isn't that the same as asking me to become a monk for a year?

"That's how big of a game we're playing, so what?"

Seeing Ziqiao start to back down, Nanfeng immediately mocked, "Ziqiao, if you don't dare, then so be it. After all, all you can do is talk big."

"Damn it, what am I afraid of? Anyone who chickens out is a coward!"

Ziqiao gritted his teeth and said, "If I win, I want you to perform on the instrument I choose after my aunt arrives, as a welcome party for her."

"You're treating me like a street performer, fine, I'll just use the one you specified..."

Nanfeng's expression suddenly froze.

Gradually, all the expressions on his face seemed to rewind and fade away, and his usually affectionate peach blossom eyes were now strangely devoid of any emotion.

Nanfeng looked at Ziqiao expressionlessly, her voice as cold as a winter wind: "What do you mean by performing with the instrument you specified?"

Ziqiao felt a chill run down his spine as Nanfeng stared at him with those emotionless eyes, but the current situation left him no room to back down.

"I'll let you choose the instrument you play. It could be the guitar, the drums, or that harp that's taller than a person."

Ziqiao straightened his back and looked directly into Nanfeng's eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "It could also be that machine you abandoned in the storage room..."

"A piano that is about to lose its soul."

I'm coming

A new chapter has begun, no extra updates today.

Tomorrow's outcome will depend on how fast the pigeons are.

(End of this chapter)