Zhou Jingcheng could no longer stay calm. "Hmm??"
"I'm a conscientious capitalist. Two days off every week is a must. Working hours are from nine to nine, one day at a time. And our company even has a discount promotion: work two days, rest five, with make-up days supported." Shi Jihan rambled on at him. "Did you understand?"
"Oh no! What do I do, Shi Xiaohan?" Zhou Jingcheng's shock did not seem fake. "I suddenly went deaf in both ears and can't understand Chinese!"
Shi Jihan: "..."
What a serious condition!
Shi Jihan lunged at him, pinned Zhou Jingcheng to the bed, and sat on top of him, looming over him. "Can you understand now?"
Zhou Jingcheng looked up at the collar of his pajamas, then at the ceiling, then back at his collar. His ears reddened as he turned his head away. "I can't understand."
Following his gaze, Shi Jihan lowered his head and looked at the overly loose collar of his pajamas.
He saw a large patch of red marks trailing down his pale chest and disappearing beneath the collar.
"Zhou Jingcheng!!!"
Shi Jihan hurriedly rolled off Zhou Jingcheng and pointed at the door. "I need to change. Get out!"
Fine. Zhou Jingcheng reluctantly went out and stood nearby without moving, counting down in his heart.
When he reached three, Shi Jihan's voice came from the bedroom. "Get in here! Where did all my clothes go?"
Zhou Jingcheng went in and out like that, eventually getting his wish and returning to the bedroom. "I washed them for you. They're still in the dryer. I put a set of my clothes by the bed."
Shi Jihan had already seen the white shirt. He grabbed it and put it on.
He was a little shorter than Zhou Jingcheng, with a