Jiutiao Meijie got up and left, and after the faint sound of the door closing, Dubian Che climbed out of the bedding in Kiyono Lin's direction.
After his whole body came out, he lay exhausted on the ground.
His burning face against the cold floor:
"Hissss~"
He felt revitalized.
"Dubian, are you okay?" Xiaoquan Aonai asked with concern.
"I'm still alive," Dubian Che replied weakly.
He shifted slightly, the spot he was lying on no longer felt cool.
Kiyono Lin picked up her hardcover book and slowly opened it:
"I don't understand why you hid, you haven't done anything wrong, or are you really that scared of her?"
"Who said I didn't do anything wrong? Have you forgotten? When Meiji arrived, wasn't I sweet-talking you?" Dubian Che flipped over.
That was, of course, nonsense.
Imagine, a girlfriend walks into a room and sees her boyfriend and three beautiful women sitting inside bedding, playing a game, with a rather intimate punishment—like feeding oranges.
