Let's think back. How had he dealt with vixens like this before?
Tang Luo searched his memories.
All kinds of schemes came to mind.
Then he dismissed them one by one.
This was the real world, after all. He couldn't do any of those things.
If he got caught, he'd be locked up for life—or censored. None of it was harmonious.
Seeing that she had the upper hand, Qin Menglan pressed on at once. She put a hand against Tang Luo's chest and tried to push him into the room.
Then she felt as if she were pushing against an iron tower.
Next, Tang Luo "turned the tables," pulling Qin Menglan inside and closing the door behind them.
The gossipmongers perked up their ears and listened.
They didn't hear any further developments. Cursing the apartment's soundproofing, they posted to their social feeds, forums, and Weibo with a touch of regret.
It was the information age, after all. They had to share.
"You might not believe this, but I just saw an IRL steamy scene..."
"No pics, no proof."
"Without a picture, you're just talking crap!"
"Get on with it!"
"My neighbor means me. OP, you're awesome!"
"Nice story. You should post it on Zhihu."
"Come on, what novel site is this for? I'll give you a click right now. If anything happens to me, you'd better come through for me. If you become a god, it'll be thanks to me. Got it?"
Inside the living room.
Naturally, things weren't unfolding the way the gossipmongers imagined.
Tang Luo sat on the sofa, looking at Qin Menglan.
She wore a smile, but she gave off a completely different impression from the one she'd had at the door.
"Sit," Tang Luo said.
Qin Menglan looked around. There wasn't even a chair. Where was