The word "virgin" floated past Fang Yusheng's head.
He snatched the book from Qiao Jiusheng's hand, closed it, and threw it into the bin.
Then, with a calm smile, he said to Qiao Jiusheng, "This book is rubbish. Reading too much of it is not good."
Qiao Jiusheng faintly smiled. She did not say anything, but she thought about it. Those who can be friends are the same type of people. A friend of trash is naturally trash as well.
"Sleep." Fang Yusheng simply lay down and closed his eyes to sleep.
Qiao Jiusheng took out her phone and looked at Qiao Jiuyin's blog. Just as she was engrossed in it, someone suddenly hugged her waist.
"Fang Yusheng," Qiao Jiusheng softly shouted.
Fang Yusheng did not react at all. He continued to soundly sleep.
He's really asleep?
