Black-Hearted Maggot

When she got home that night, Wang Zijing leaned against the headboard reading, a pillow propped behind her back. Her black curls spilled loose around her shoulders, and the warm orange bedside light shone over her face, giving her a gentle, jade-like softness.

Qin Baobao had corrupted her too. The long, straight black hair Qin Ze loved was gone, replaced by slightly curled ends.

That was why, when two people spent time together, the dirty-minded one always corrupted the upright one. Once a person started falling, even brake pads couldn't stop them.

It was no easy feat for Qin Ze to keep his Guan Bao friendship limited to Su Yu alone. Now he wanted to take things further and forge an intimate friendship with Wang Zijing as well.

Unfortunately, Wang Zijing thoroughly understood the essence of the strategy: "What you can't have is always the most alluring." She kept Qin Ze dangling.

She called it: wanting to date, but being afraid of getting f... pfft, because love could not be taken lightly.

With his sister away, Qin Ze had been sharing a bed with her every night. They slept innocently, at most kissing, hugging, and touching. Qin Ze could rub against her a little, and she would allow it, but after doing it twice, Qin Ze never did it again.

He couldn't be Da Yu, passing his home three times without entering.

Otherwise, one day he would tell his son: "Son, your dad rubbed around outside your doorway three times before finally getting in."

Just thinking about it was embarrassing.

Besides, doing that made both Qin Ze and Wang Zijing uncomfortable.

One was flooded with spring waters, while the other had a towering great stem.

Hurting others without benefiting himself.

Qin Ze kicked off his slippers, lifted the covers, and