Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

It's a ghost story.

Such words of weakness actually came from Wang Can's mouth.

The tough guy has softened.

It seems that this night was quite a blow.

Shen Mingchao couldn't help but feel compassion, but he wasn't blinded by lust. Based on the actual situation, he rationally offered his advice:

"You call me 'wife,' and I won't show favoritism. But you've been up all night, and if I grant your wish now, can you handle it? Why don't you go catch up on some sleep first? Don't worry, since I've agreed, I won't go back on my word."

"Do you think I'm not good enough?!"

Shen Mingchao was speechless for a moment.

She wasted her breath.

Not only did Wang Can not appreciate her kindness, he also misunderstood her intentions.

She asked helplessly, "So what do you want?"

"Now!"

"Now?"

Shen Mingchao looked troubled.

It's not that she can't handle it; it's only been one day. She could easily last two more days.

But why the rush?

"Yes, right now!"

No sooner said than done, Wang Can quickly took off his shirt.

His well-defined shoulders and back were exposed to the air, which he made no attempt to conceal. Instead, a provocative, wicked smile played on his lips, his gaze intense: "How do you know I can't do it if you don't try?"

Shen Mingchao rubbed his forehead.

He used reverse psychology to provoke her and even physically challenged her willpower; he really used every despicable tactic imaginable.

She tried to stay focused, placed a finger on the man's shoulder to push him away, and said calmly, "No matter how much of a rush you are, you have to wait until I have breakfast."

"It's alright." Wang Can, who had been pushed away, came back closer, looking like he had everything arranged. He pointed to the door and said, "I've already prepared the food. It's on the table outside, still steaming hot."

"so……"

He carefully took Shen Mingchao's hand, his fingers squeezing one by one between the girl's fingers, and then tightening his grip little by little.

Their fingers are intertwined.

A dark undercurrent surged in his eyes, and his voice, low and husky, whispered seductively:

"You eat your meal, I do my thing, we'll do both at the same time and not interfere with each other."

Upon hearing this, Shen Mingchao was taken aback.

With a little thought, one can quickly discern the implicit, ambiguous meaning.

The horrific images haunted her mind, refusing to leave, and her expression became ferocious.

I was stunned.

She abruptly shook off his tightly clasped hands, her face showing a hint of anger, and slapped Wang Can's shoulder again.

She snapped angrily, "How can you say such vulgar, obscene things without batting an eye! You're a pervert!"

That palm strike was quite powerful.

Wang Can was completely unprepared.

The force caused him to lose his balance, and he staggered back several steps before his back slammed heavily against the bookshelf with a dull thud.

"hiss--"

He gasped for breath in pain.

But he ignored the pain in his back from the bump.

Faced with the embarrassed and angry Shen Mingchao, he stiffly forced a smile, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace, his tone filled with a dejected resignation:

"Ming Dynasty, it's not like you just met me yesterday."

"In the Ming Dynasty, snow lotuses cannot bloom in the gutter. As a rotten person like me who crawled out of the mud, my perverted and despicable nature can never be washed away."

"You can do whatever you want with me, as long as you're willing, I'll gladly accept it."

This is the most humble thing to say.

Every word he said told her that if she were also a pervert, she could even stop treating him like a normal person.

"Ha!" Shen Mingchao laughed in anger.

Unlike the two Zhangs mentioned earlier, Wang Can's values ​​have been completely distorted. He doesn't care about decency and has no bottom line.

They call him a pervert, and they think they're praising him.

"Heh!" She chuckled again, not out of anger, but out of relief.

Wang Can is right; it wasn't the first time I'd known him.

In a place like the Wang family, human life is treated like dirt. Even though she has left the Wang family, some filth is ingrained in her bones and cannot be removed. She only pretends to be a decent person in front of her.

Shen Mingchao closed his eyes. When dealing with abnormal people, one must use unconventional methods.

"Okay, I understand."

"Since this is what you want, then so be it. Let's sink together."

"it is good."

Seeing a hint of joy flash across Wang Can's face, Shen Mingchao wanted to tell her not to be too happy, as she wouldn't hold back this time.

Thus, she witnessed the most stubborn person in history.

His face was flushed red, but he insisted that it was too hot in the room.

They clearly tore the bed sheet to shreds, but insisted it was because the bed sheet was of poor quality.

Even though he was completely limp and couldn't even lift a finger, he insisted that the post-coital period was normal.

They make up a bunch of ridiculous excuses, but refuse to admit they're incompetent; they're stubborn and inflexible.

Watching Wang Can gradually turn into a dried-out salted fish, his pupils dilated, his mouth agape but unable to speak.

Shen Mingchao couldn't bear it in the end.

"Hey—don't push yourself. No matter how hard you try, it's giving back to me. The more tired you are, the more energetic I feel."

She let out a long sigh, straightened her disheveled clothes, and gently patted the man's forearm: "No need to rush, there's plenty of time."

But she underestimated Wang Can's resilience.

This guy is a complete stubborn fool!

Still caught up in his emotions, he sensed her impending departure, and his body reacted before his reason. He leaped up, his long arms outstretched, and he wrapped them tightly around her waist.

"Don't go, I... I'm fine, I just need to rest for a while, just a little while will be enough."

Shen Mingchao's vision blurred, and he was so angry that he blurted out, "This isn't about whether you're capable or not, it's that I'm afraid you'll die from exhaustion at such a young age!"

Wang Can stubbornly insisted, "No, I know my limits. If I say I can do it, then I can!"

"Where is Xingzai?" Shen Mingchao asked, his voice a burning question. "Is Xingzai's face ashen, his eyes dark? Or is he unable to straighten up, unable to stand? Can't you see the consequences of these two previous examples? Are you really not going to stop until he's unconscious for several days?"

Wang Can's eyes were firm and unwavering: "At least my time can't be the shortest. Even if we don't do it, you spent three days with one person, one day with another, and I've only spent less than half a day!"

"Blame me? It's because you stayed up all night and got the worst rest. Can't I be understanding?"

"There's no need." Wang Can tightened his grip on her hands, clearly not intending to end things there.

Some people just wouldn't listen to advice, and Shen Mingchao got impatient. "Fine, fine, I think you're the one who's starving to death. You're eating until you're stuffed, not knowing where your next meal is coming from."

Wang Can remained silent.

He thought to himself: the chance to be the only one bathed in the bright moonlight is fleeting. Having finally managed to snag one, he naturally wanted to give it his all, to eat until he was stuffed, until he couldn't eat anymore. Otherwise, who knew when the next opportunity would come?

He persisted with this idea time and time again.

He couldn't remember exactly how many times.

All I remember is that time passed very slowly.

In his hazy state, he noticed that it had gotten dark without him realizing it, and a full moon had quietly climbed up the treetops.

The girl in front of him was exceptionally beautiful in the moonlight, her bright, star-like eyes fixed on him.

At that moment, the moon in the sky glanced at him.

I only looked at him.

very nice.