"How did you do it?" Su Qing asked.
"Just lucky," Gu Ran answered.
"I'm asking how you can let go of your shame to do such things?"
"Luck, my so-called luck, is the arrangement of the heavens and has nothing to do with my own will."
"Gu Ran is a man who has made a covenant with God and owns the Promised Land," He Qingyan said with a smile.
Gu Ran was not such a great person, nor was he the "nice guy" who liked to air women's underwear; he just wanted to mix that pair of black panties in while airing He Qingyan's laundry.
The best way to keep stolen goods is to return them to their original owner.
Of course, if possible, he would also like to air Su Qing's underwear, with her permission—tacit or otherwise.
The point wasn't the underwear itself but the qualification to air them for her.
After all, when he chose scissors, he had no indecent thoughts.
If he had, it would have been Zeus's fault.
Gu Ran was just that witty, elegant, and idealistic—a modern-day Liuxia Hui.
