"What nonsensical rubbish is that?" Jun Mochan scolded angrily.
"And what were you doing taking off all your clothes?" Shen Yuzhe had an expression that said there was no need for explanations; he understood it all.
"I was simply planning to change my clothes." The usually gentle look in Jun Mochan's eyes became sharp, and a layer of hostility also rose up in him.
Shen Yuzhe's suspicions were dispelled but soon rose again, "Then what's with the computer?"
"Don't ask too much. I'm afraid you'll die very quickly if you know." Jun Mochan's expression was icy cold, like a vengeful ghost straight from hell.
Shen Yuzhe dared not ask any further; he shrugged, "Alright then, continue with your business, but keep it moderate."
Then he looked at Ye Ranran: "Especially you, remember you're not in a condition to be touched right now."
Ye Ranran: "..." What's with the thousand alpacas running through my heart?
