My roommate's online boyfriend won't spend any coins, but he'll give me tons of gold

Meng Qichuan had a heavy feeling of frustration in his chest, and his tone was tense and heavy: "Making friends and dating is fine, but you need to learn to judge people, know how to screen them, and associate with people of good character."

Zhou Yuanyuan raised her chin, refusing to back down, and retorted, "Then tell me, what's wrong with the friends I've made?"

Meng Qichuan let out a low, cold laugh, his voice icy: "Tan Li illegally purchased contraband and is suspected of drugging and raping others. How can you call him normal?"

Zhou Yuanyuan pursed her lips and fell silent, unable to utter a single word in rebuttal.

Seeing that she had behaved herself, Meng Qichuan suppressed his surging anger, his tone remaining unchanged: "Don't stand here, come with me."

Zhou Yuanyuan lowered her eyes indifferently, the dizziness brought on by the drug still lingering in her limbs, and followed him unsteadily, obediently getting into the car.

The car drove smoothly away from the alley entrance, without saying a word, and finally entered Meng Qichuan's private residence.

It's still that villa.

Zhou Yuanyuan pushed open the car door and got out. Her whole body was weak and powerless, and her legs were so weak that she could not stand firmly on the ground. She stumbled and fell straight to the side.

Meng Qichuan reacted quickly, stretching out his long arm to support her waist and catch her in time.

The warm touch landed on her body, but Zhou Yuanyuan seemed full of stubbornness and awkwardness, and forcefully shook off his hand.

Without saying a word, she swayed gently as she entered the villa and walked up to the second floor with soft steps.

Meng Qichuan stood there watching her hurriedly go upstairs, his eyes deep and dark.

He then entered the room, loosened his tight tie, took off his suit jacket stained with the night, casually draped it over the threshold, and followed closely behind on the second floor with steady steps.

He returned to his master bedroom, quickly washed up and took a shower. He hesitated for a moment as he reached for his bathrobe, but eventually changed into a set of light and breathable loungewear.

A moment later, faint, unsteady noises came from outside the door, intermittent and unusual.

Meng Qichuan's heart sank, and he pushed open the door.

The corridor was warmly lit. Zhou Yuanyuan, having just taken a shower, was wearing a bathrobe and leaning weakly against the wall.

Her cheeks were abnormally flushed, a flush from the heat, and the corners of her eyes and the tips of her ears were also tinged with a burning red. Her body was trembling slightly, and her whole demeanor was very off.

Having seen countless cases, Meng Qichuan understood her situation at a glance.

He strode forward, reached out and grabbed Zhou Yuanyuan's slender wrist. His fingertips touched a patch of burning hot skin. His voice was very low, with a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"What did Tan Li give you to eat?"

Zhou Yuanyuan leaned against the wall, her breathing erratic and unsteady. She opened her dry lips, unable to utter a complete sentence, and could only weakly shake her head: "I...I don't know..."

Gone was her previous stubbornness and rebelliousness; she leaned forward, getting closer to Meng Qichuan.

His cool and aloof aura was the only antidote at this moment.

Zhou Yuanyuan leaned against him, her whole body pressed against the man, her face very close to his collarbone, her breath spraying onto his neck and collarbone.

The little girl's hot, soft body radiated through the fabric, making one's skin tingle.

Meng Qichuan froze, his thin lips pressed tightly together, suppressing the surging restlessness in his heart.

Zhou Yuanyuan tilted her head, her breath gently brushing against his collarbone, carrying a hot scent.

Her voice was soft and broken, with a heavy nasal tone. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, stood on tiptoe, and nuzzled against him affectionately before kissing him: "Brother, I want..."

This murmur snapped Meng Qichuan's taut heartstrings.

His gaze darkened, and he gripped her wrist as she struggled, his strength restrained yet allowing no room for escape. "I'll take you to the hospital."

Zhou Yuanyuan felt so uncomfortable that she felt like she was about to explode. Her rationality was burned away by the effects of the drug, leaving only her instinctive obsession. She pushed hard against Meng Qichuan's chest.

"I'm not going to the hospital."

Her breathing was disordered, her speech was intermittent, her cheeks were flushed, and she was burning up and trembling.

Meng Qichuan's face was frighteningly grim. "We have to go."

The medication left in the body would cause great harm, and the longer it was left untreated, the more serious the consequences would be. He could not tolerate her acting recklessly.

Zhou Yuanyuan raised her eyes, ignoring everything and confronting him head-on, her words sharp and utterly mad, "I'm not going to the hospital!"

She tilted her head back, her eyes unfocused yet stubborn, her red lips parted, and she uttered a sentence that thoroughly enraged him.

"Go find me a man."

The moment those words were spoken, the air in the entire corridor froze instantly.

Meng Qichuan's body temperature plummeted to freezing. He stared at the out-of-control, frenzied girl in his arms, his voice low, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness, "What did you say?"

The light fell on Zhou Yuanyuan's face, illuminating her appearance at that moment.

Her pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes had reddish, upturned corners, and a thick layer of misty water in the center, making them wet and hazy.

Her pupils were unfocused, carrying the alluring charm induced by the drug; her eyelashes trembled, and her entire face was dazzlingly beautiful, wildly seductive.

Knowing it was absurd and outrageous, she did not back down in the slightest.

Zhou Yuanyuan bit her lip and repeated firmly, word by word, "I'm not going to the hospital."

"Find me a man."

Meng Qichuan's face was very ugly.

She raised her hand and shoved him away forcefully. "You're not going to find it for me, are you?"

She staggered back two steps, her body trembling, her eyes stubborn and crazed.

"Then I'll go find it myself."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and stumbled towards the stairwell, determined to leave the villa.

With long strides, Meng Qichuan moved swiftly and without hesitation, precisely grasping her slender wrist and forcefully pulling her back from the brink of departure.

The immense inertia caused Zhou Yuanyuan to crash straight into his arms, her hot breath hitting her face.

Meng Qichuan's face was frighteningly gloomy, his eyes were filled with a deep sense of malevolence, and his aura was so low that it was suffocating.

Without saying a word, he gripped her wrist tightly in his palm, not allowing her to struggle or resist at all. He turned around and strode towards his master bedroom, his arm strong and firm, dragging the limp girl into the room.

The next second, he lightly raised his arm, his suppressed anger surging, and threw the person onto the center of the soft bed.

Zhou Yuanyuan bounced on the mattress, making her dizzy. She instinctively tried to get up by supporting herself on the bed, but she couldn't muster any strength and could only lie there, breathing heavily.

Meng Qichuan stood high above the bed, leaning over and supporting himself on the edge of the bed, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a sense of oppression.

"Looking for a man, is that it?"

Zhou Yuanyuan was still in a daze from the medication, her head was spinning, she lay there blankly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her vision unfocused, unable to make sense of the situation before her.

But just then, she suddenly opened her eyes wide and turned to look at the man beside her.

Meng Qichuan lowered his eyes, his gaze seemingly falling on her, yet also seemingly not.

Gradually, Zhou Yuanyuan's vision began to blur. She couldn't see anything clearly and could only gasp for breath with her mouth open.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Qichuan withdrew his hand, wiping his fingertips back and forth on the fabric of her bathrobe a few times, his movements slow and deliberate, carrying a hint of indescribable ambiguity.

But his face remained calm, his brows and eyes were composed, showing no restlessness or excitement.

The contrast between his enthusiastic actions and indifferent expression was striking.

Zhou Yuanyuan stared at him blankly, the heat brought on by the drug becoming increasingly intense, something that couldn't be resolved with just one dose.

Meng Qichuan reached out his hand again.

The little girl clutched the remaining sheets tightly, her body trembling slightly, but it wasn't enough, and it was becoming increasingly insufficient.

Meng Qichuan's face was dark and ugly. He squatted down and knelt by the bed.