Song Yun only felt that some mysterious entity had stolen a host of things from his wallet, but, for the sake of his integrity, he could only reluctantly agree. What could he do when each of these girls was nothing but trouble? What if he ran off and they faced danger? Song Yun had always considered himself a responsible man; although he hadn't been involved with them in that way, it didn't stop him from wanting to take responsibility for them.
Watching Qingluan proposing various places to go, Song Yun suddenly felt very tired and announced he was going back to sleep.
Before long, the door opened, and a tall figure tiptoed inside. Song Yun's eyes, initially half-closed, now widened more than ever. As the figure looked around and saw no one else outside, it gently closed the door. Song Yun's heart leaped with joy, wondering which beauty had come to turn his card tonight.
