A single girl like her, Daoist Wang couldn't just bring her into his own room.
There's a principle Wang Jixuan has always adhered to: no casual physical contact between men and women.
Note: Forced contact doesn't count.
After weighing his options, Wang Jixuan could only move a folding chair out of his room, wiped it down briefly, and then, murmuring an apology in his heart, he grabbed the girl by the neck, hoisted her up, and placed her on the chair to let her faint at the door a little longer.
Just as Wang Jixuan started cleaning up his room, Zheng Shiduo from downstairs strolled over with his hands behind his back.
This guy froze when he saw the scene at the door, then gave Daoist Wang an 'wow' look.
Zheng Shiduo made faces and said, "Little Zheng Zheng, you're naughty."
"Neighbor, she fainted from blood, has nothing to do with me, don't spread rumors," Wang Jixuan glared at Zheng Shiduo:
"Why are you not resting in the dorm? Don't you have to fight underground later?"
