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  Fang Yusheng’s hair was short, so he was almost done drying his hair with a few casual wipes.

  He threw away the towel, got onto the bed, and lay down beside the wall.

  It was mid-September, and the temperature in Binjiang City was only about 20 degrees celsius. Since it was night, the weather was even colder. The air conditioner in Fang Yusheng’s room had also been changed to a thin velvet blanket.

  To not arouse suspicion, Fang Yusheng and Qiao Jiusheng’s bed only had one blanket.

  Qiao Jiusheng fell asleep with a stomach full of anger. She did not know how long she had slept, but the cold woke her up. She closed her eyes and pulled her hands around her body before she finally found the blanket. Then, she pulled the blanket over to her and covered herself like a silkworm baby. After that, she contentedly fell asleep.

  The moment his blanket was snatched away, Fang Yusheng immediately woke up. He stretched his hand over to Qiao Jiusheng and tightly pulled the blanket back over himself. However, Qiao Jiusheng had wrapped the blanket so tightly that Fang Yusheng could not move it at all.

  He tried a few more times but failed. Fang Yusheng frowned and shouted, “Qiao Jiusheng.”


  Qiao Jiusheng did not reply. It was unknown whether she was sleeping too soundly or pretending to be asleep.

  Fang Yusheng raised his voice and shouted again, “Qiao Jiusheng!”


  Qiao Jiusheng still did not react.

  Fang Yusheng suddenly chanted “Amitabha,” then quickly stretched out his left leg and kicked Qiao Jiusheng’s buttocks.

  Qiao Jiusheng fell to the ground along with the blanket.

  Fang Yusheng got off the bed and touched a corner of the blanket. He suddenly pulled it up and let the person inside roll out.

  Then, he immediately hugged the blanket and quickly got into bed again, completely covering himself.

  Qiao Jiusheng woke up from the fall. She lay on the ground in a daze. As she rubbed her injured arm, she stared at Fang Yusheng in disbelief. “Do you know what it means to have tender feelings for the fairer sex?” Qiao Jiusheng shook her arm and gasped in pain.

  Fang Yusheng’s back was facing her. When he heard this, he suddenly turned around and lightly said, “I know what it means to destroy a flower. Do you want to try?”


  “…”


  Pursing her lips, Qiao Jiusheng suddenly climbed onto the bed and tried to snatch Fang Yusheng’s blanket. However, she was not Fang Yusheng’s match and failed. She knelt beside him and said with a sullen expression, “We are husband and wife. We both have the right to use this bed and blanket in this room. You should share half with me.”


  Fang Yusheng remained motionless.

  Seeing that logic did not work, Qiao Jiusheng could not take it anymore. She suddenly flashed a sly smile and placed her hand on the blanket on Fang Yusheng’s chest. She threatened him, “Yusheng, do you believe that I will assault you today!” As she said that, Qiao Jiusheng pounced on Fang Yusheng and even pretended to kiss his neck.

  Fang Yusheng froze, but he did not admit defeat.

  He kept chanting ‘Amitabha’ in his heart.

  Qiao Jiusheng did not believe that he could last until the end. She blew at Fang Yusheng’s ear while reaching her hand into his chest.

  Just when Qiao Jiusheng’s mouth was only a few centimeters away from his neck and her hands were about to enter his clothes, Fang Yusheng completely lost his ability. He suddenly pushed Qiao Jiusheng away and threw the blanket at her.

  He flew into a rage out of humiliation and said, “Don’t you know what shame is!”


  “I don’t!” Qiao Jiusheng hugged the blanket and comfortably covered herself, completely ignoring the exasperated Young Master Fang.

  Fang Yusheng panted a few times and scolded Qiao Jiusheng for being shameless. He then got out of the bed, fumbled around in the closet, and took out a new blanket.

  Qi Bufan was lying alone in the room below Fang Yusheng’s bedroom. His eyes were wide open, and he looked helpless.

  It was really hard to tell! Although Mr. Fang looked like an otherworldly being, when he really did things, he was so fierce.

  What was a bed shake? The floor shake was the real deal.

  The next morning, after Fang Yusheng finished his breakfast, he was surprised to see that Qi Bufan did not go for his morning exercise.

  “Why are you still here?” he asked Qi Bufan.

  Qi Bufan looked at the serious-looking Fang Yusheng and hesitated before saying, “Mr. Fang, I have a presumptuous request.”


  Fang Yusheng was a little surprised.?

  Since Qi Bufan had been by his side for many years, even if he wanted to borrow money from him, Fang Yusheng would give him some. He said, “Tell me.” He was already prepared to lend him money.

  “I want to change rooms,” Qi Bufan said.

  Fang Yusheng heaved a sigh of relief.

  “Sure.”


  Qi Bufan thanked him and turned around to change rooms.

  Fang Yusheng suddenly turned his head and asked, “Why do you want to change rooms when you’re living well?”


  If Fang Yusheng could see, he would spot the change in Qi Bufan’s expression.

  “Nothing. I just thought the light in my room wasn’t good. So I wanted to change rooms.”


  “Oh.”


  From time to time, he could hear the sound of Qi Bufan moving his luggage. Fang Yusheng was puzzled.?