Ruan Qi, who went wild with drunken hysteria, finally calmed down after becoming Xi Jiu's 'shawl'.
Xu Xiangyang let Nie Heng and Shen Wenqian go to sleep, while he and Baby Damai stayed in the living room to keep watch through the night.
Inside the bedroom, Xi Jiu and Ruan Munan sat as still as statues.
Especially Xi Jiu, with an 'shawl' weighing over eighty pounds hanging on him, yet his back was straight as a rod.
His hands were clenched into fists on his knees, his eyes slightly drooped, assuming the stance of a meditating monk.
If Ruan Munan could read minds, then he would definitely hear Xi Jiu's inner voice, which was stuck on a loop playing the "Heart Sweeping Mantra".
After all, he was a vigorous young man.
The girl he had been longing for was sitting in his arms, and she was wearing nothing but a tiny strappy top and shorts.
Who could withstand that?
Xi Jiu's eyes hung low as the player in his mind began the twenty-eighth loop of the "Heart Sweeping Mantra".
