The next morning, Jiang Linyuan woke up with his middle finger raised at the world.
Don't ask which middle finger.
Damn it, so the Superman Robust Body had this effect too? The more superhuman he was, the more robust he became?
Lin Yilin, curled up in his arms, seemed to feel hot. She instinctively twisted her body and mumbled indistinctly:
"Not anymore... not anymore..."
Jiang Linyuan turned over.
Weight pressed down on his middle finger. Little Madwoman's fair, long thigh had been draped over his waist without any sense of boundaries, scorching and silky to the touch.
Damn Little Madwoman, she actually wanted to open the gates of hell and lock my demon inside!
Jiang Linyuan nudged her round buttocks, trying to save himself.
"Mm..."
Zhang Juntang let out a soft hum, her voice carrying a hint of discomfort as her side-lying body shifted.
Snow-white, creamy flesh entered his view, looking as though it might break free at any moment.
This magical beast still dared to scare people in broad daylight!
Jiang Linyuan poked it.
Zhang Juntang's body trembled faintly on its own, and an indistinct moan slipped from deep in her throat.
She really wasn't awake?
Jiang Linyuan had thought Zhang Juntang was pretending to sleep and secretly doing this.
After all, when they had gone to sleep last night, she had been even more restless than him, feeling him up everywhere—a downright female pervert.
Forget it. If she wasn't awake, she wasn't awake.
Jiang Linyuan did not get up either. He picked up his phone and messaged Little Su, the department head, and the Saint of Thieves one by one.
[Hehe]: Room number.
When had Little Su become so cold?
Jiang Linyuan sent the room number, got up, and washed up.
A few minutes later, someone knocked on