The Rescue Of The Tragic Villain Is In Progress! [PART 2]

A9 C270: Where to Stay?

Ever since that thin layer of window paper was torn apart, everything that was once obscure became clear in an instant. Ming Zhou could feel Xiao Jin'ang's enthusiasm rising rapidly. He was like a child playing in a maze, trying to find a way out through the intricate pathways, repeatedly and tirelessly.

His competitive spirit was too strong.

His energy was overly vigorous.

The security guard downstairs called at two in the morning, but Xiao Jin'ang showed no intention of stopping. Ming Zhou had to fumble in the dark, stumbling around to find the location of the intercom. Just as he managed to say a word, a hot body pressed against him from behind.

Ming Zhou leaned against the sofa, nearly falling. He held Xiao Jin'ang's shoulders, signaling him to stay quiet.

Xiao Jin'ang indeed remained silent. He embraced Ming Zhou from behind, planting delicate kisses on his face. The sensation was faint but ticklish, making Ming Zhou's heart race.

Ming Zhou tried to maintain a calm voice, struggling to end the call with the security guard. Finally, he couldn't resist any longer and turned to hug Xiao Jin'ang, gripping the back of his neck, breathing heavily, "Be a bit more gentle…"

Xiao Jin'ang was too restless.

Ming Zhou was already blind, and any touch would be amplified in the darkness. Even when Xiao Jin'ang's hair lightly brushed against his neck, he could feel it vividly, making him extremely nervous.

But Xiao Jin'ang said nothing, holding Ming Zhou's face, pressing him against the wall for a deep kiss. His eyes were bright and intoxicating in the night, "I am gentle."

His tone was as innocent as ever.

Xiao Jin'ang realized how such things worked, finding it interesting and fun. However, Ming Zhou was a bit exhausted. He buried his face in Xiao Jin'ang's neck and softly asked, "Shall we go back to the room and sleep…"

Xiao Jin'ang caught the man's slightly weary body, suddenly remembering that he had to go to work soon. He tightened his embrace and finally carried him back to the bedroom. But even this simple action made Ming Zhou grunt.

Is Dr. Ming a bit too…

Sensitive?

In the darkness, Xiao Jin'ang blinked, somewhat unsure.

While the night was deep, Xiao Jin'ang had fallen asleep, but the author group chat was buzzing. Everyone was curious about Jiang Weimian meeting Xiao Jin'ang and started asking questions.

Shen Liang, who swore never to stay up late, couldn't resist poking Jiang Weimian: 【How was it? Is Xiao Jin'ang handsome? Did you take a photo?!】

Jiang Weimian's reply was always concise: 【He's okay, not ugly, didn’t take a photo.】

Chu Xinian, who valued intelligence, asked: 【Is he smart?】

Jiang Weimian hesitated briefly: 【... About the same as before.】

Tang Yan didn’t care much: 【Actually, it doesn’t matter if he’s smart or not, what matters is if he can fight.】

The type of kick that could knock down two people.

Chen Xiao asked straightforwardly: 【So, how much money did you give him?】

Jiang Weimian was candid: 【Ten thousand, enough for him to buy mantou (steamed buns) for nine years.】

Chen Xiao thought it was really stingy, not even giving him some pickled vegetables.

Rong Xuan, being a former professional lawyer and good at economic disputes, pondered: 【Did you miscalculate the rent? There's a possibility of inflation over nine years, maybe even five years won’t be enough.】