Borrowing Wine to Drown Sorrows

The next day, Qin Ze copied the film source from the company and brought it home. Wang Zijing and Qin Baobao plugged in the USB drive and watched Zhen Huan Zhuan on the LCD TV through a local video player.

From then on, the two sisters went to work with dark circles every day. A truly good show was like a drug—you simply could not stop. They always thought they would sleep after finishing this episode, yet they could never resist watching one episode after another.

It was the same with novels. You hid under the covers reading, thinking you would sleep after this chapter, then before you knew it, damn, it was three in the morning. Even worse, you had to get up early for work the next day.

Wang Zijing had it even worse. She had to get up early for morning runs, so her lunchtime phone-chatting sessions with Qin Ze were canceled and replaced with naps.

Fine, cancel them. Qin Ze did not care. Back in middle school, boys and girls loved spending hours on the phone. They were poor, so they borrowed someone else's phone to chat with their girlfriends until the phone service got cut off, then did not even pay the bill back. The nature of that was especially vile.

Back then, Qin Ze did not have a girlfriend to chat with on the phone. He occasionally talked to his sister, and now that he had grown up, he was even less interested in it.

What annoyed him was that his chance to sneak in for a little action at night was gone. The two sisters usually returned to their rooms around midnight. He had to wait until Qin Baobao fell asleep before launching a nighttime raid on Zi Jin Jie, which made it