Tonight, Nangong Yuan'er ran into the double guest room to squeeze into bed with Lin Wan'er.
She had no choice, because Yuan'er knew.
If she shared a rest room with Lin Zhenghui tonight, he would ravage her until her bones scattered.
She knew Lin Zhenghui was like a hulking buffalo that didn't know how to treasure feminine delicacy.
Such a thing, occasionally was bearable, but if it happened night after night, she really couldn't stand it.
In such a scenario, Lin Zhenghui could call Xinyao and ask her to come over to the dormitory.
However, he feared that in the middle of the night, Yuan'er and the others would discover the dorm, especially Guan Xiaohui, who had just divorced his brother.
Xiaohui, this milk cow, had been eyeing him for who knows how many days.
Indeed, in the middle of the night.
Xiaohui, who had scooped up bodies for two consecutive rounds, felt as if she were poisoned, addicted.
