Yin Family Villa.
The entire villa echoed with agonizing screams akin to a pig being slaughtered; even the soundproof walls couldn't muffle his shrieks.
Qin Keqin sat up in bed, "Is Yin Qin losing his mind again?"
Yin Bin sat up along with his wife, "I'll go check it out."
"No need," Qin Keqin said, "Trouble like him will live for a thousand years."
"Well said. Let's sleep." Yin Bin cuddled his wife.
Both of them slept peacefully afterward.
Yin Qin emerged from the bathroom, his entire body swollen.
"Master, may I return to my room now?" Yin Qin asked.
"Didn't I ask you to wash the clothes?"
"Tonight..."
The monk shot him a glare.
"I'll wash them immediately." Yin Qin, with his aching body, went off to wash the clothes.
Barely knowing how to, he initially thought of calling for the maids. But the moment the thought crossed his mind, he saw his fellow disciple swaying in front of him, seemingly aware of his intentions.
He turned on the faucet, feeling utterly desolate.
