There were only two apartments on the seventeenth floor.
Xie Zhitan let his reason slip away.
He pinned Qin Ci firmly against the wall and kissed him hard.
Qin Ci was already lost to the world.
He hadn't had a single sip of alcohol, yet the liquor on Xie Zhitan's breath was almost enough to make him drunk.
His hands did what he had always wanted to do.
Qin Ci felt as though he were floating. So this was what Xie Zhitan was like.
A few years ago, when a teenage Qin Ci had first come to Y Country for university, he could already see his endlessly dull days stretching out before him. Then, one day, he spotted Xie Zhitan near this apartment building.
The model student who had always ranked first since childhood.
Suddenly, Qin Ci's boring days became interesting. He used that as an excuse to move out of the house his uncle had prepared for him.
After he finished drinking, when racing grew boring, he always wanted to see Xie Zhitan.
Following behind Xie Zhitan, he could take in his neatly pressed shirt, straight back, and firm waist and abdomen at a glance.
Back then, young and inexperienced Qin Ci had wondered what Xie Zhitan would be like once he shed that layer of "model student" skin...
"Mmph!"
The corners of Qin Ci's mouth lifted slightly. So Xie Zhitan had several layers of that "model student" skin.
Before long, their clothes were disheveled and their eyes hazy.
"Are you a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle?"
"Stop messing around. Let's go inside."
Xie Zhitan used every last shred of self-control to push Qin Ci away.
He turned to unlock the apartment door, but under the influence of alcohol, his hand shook terribly.
The fingerprint verification failed several times.
"Verification