Fang Ran's face was filled with—no!
His mind was filled with utter confusion!
Holy... shit! What was going on?
Fang Ran shakily pulled back his hand, looking like he was about to cry as he covered his face.
Dear heavens, what on earth had happened for the super pretty girl across from him to turn into a burly foot-scratching man!?
And a pervert who wasn't even wearing clothes!
No! Calm down!
Calm down!
Fang Ran, you had to stay calm!
The more it was like this, the more you had to show a man's composure!
Damn. He suddenly realized he had said that more times in the past week than he had in the entire previous year.
Fang Ran trembled as he looked ahead, confirming Meng Lang's appearance once more. Then he saw him sitting there in nothing but underwear, bare-chested, staring back at him with a twitching face.
Holy shit, what kind of outfit was this guy wearing!?
Holy shit, what kind of look was this guy going for!?
Meng Lang's mouth twitched as he looked at Fang Ran. He was dressed in dusty, tattered clothes as though he had just gotten off work at a construction site. Worst of all, blood streaked across the right side of his face and over one eye, just like the protagonist of a hot-blooded manga.
God, was little bro cosplaying?
Unbeknownst to him, Fang Ran was also frantically roasting Meng Lang in his head over the fact that he was wearing nothing but briefs.
Did this guy just finish with Da Bao Jian!?
After an intense internal struggle, Fang Ran finally accepted the fact that the person in front of him really was Meng Lang. Then an enormous question rose in his heart.
Why?
But Fang Ran quickly learned why as he