For a single young woman, Daoist Wang could hardly put her in his own room.
Men and women should keep their distance. That had always been Wang Jixuan's principle.
Note: Being kissed didn't count.
After weighing his options, Wang Jixuan could only carry the folding chair out of his room, wipe it down, then mutter an apology as he grabbed the girl by the neck, lifted her up, and set her in the chair to let her pass out by the door for a while.
Just as Wang Jixuan began tidying his room, Zheng Shiduo strolled over from downstairs with his hands behind his back.
The moment he saw the scene at the door, he froze, then gave Daoist Wang a "wow" look.
Wiggling his brows, Zheng Shiduo said, "Little Zhengzheng, you're naughty."
"My neighbor fainted at the sight of blood. It has nothing to do with me, so stop spreading rumors."
Wang Jixuan glared at Zheng Shiduo.
"Why aren't you resting in the dorm? Don't you have to go underground and fight later?"
Zheng Shiduo spread his hands and shrugged. "Red Snake and Deep Sea, that husband-and-wife team, went down there, so I have to stay here and protect you and Wu Man... though I'm not entirely sure which of us is protecting whom."
Wang Jixuan sighed. "Naturally, you're protecting me. My injuries aren't light."
"Come on!" Zheng Shiduo clapped his hands. "I'll make the big shot's bed!"
"Stop right there! Stay where you are!"
Daoist Wang's voice suddenly rose several pitches as he glared at Zheng Shiduo and cursed.
"Don't touch my sheets! I don't want to spend General Quota on new bedding later!"
Zheng Shiduo sniffled, muttering in grievance, "That's gender discrimination! I can be very domestic too, you know."
"Don't make me kick you in such