"What did you say?!" Jinling retorted angrily.

"You promised me." Jia Bo said calmly.

Xiao He and Yang Xing looked at Jin Ling at the same time, and saw that the latter suddenly blushed, and they immediately understood.

"Oh! Congratulations!!"

"May the lovers be united in marriage! Congratulations!"

"Pah! Don't listen to his nonsense!" Jinling exclaimed anxiously, "I... I only agreed to date him! I didn't agree to marry him!"

"Isn't that the same?" Yang Xing shrugged. "Okay, I know. I'll prepare a congratulatory gift. Don't worry."

"Me? Me! I'm ignoring you all! I'm going to sleep!!"

Before Jinling could finish speaking, she ran up to the rest room on the second floor.

"Bang--"

Afterwards, he slammed the door shut.

“Uh…” Jia Bo scratched his head, feeling inexplicably embarrassed.

Xiao He and Wang Xuefeng finished their porridge, but unfortunately Yang Xing only had one resting room.

Except for Yang Xing, who didn't need to rest, the three of them each had to use a sofa as a bed.

In the quiet, Yang Xing controlled the flight from the control panel.

Equipped with a detection system, Feilong-1 encountered no danger along the way and soon came to a stop in a hidden cave. All that was left was to patiently wait for the sunset.

However, after staring blankly for an unknown amount of time, Jia Bo suddenly lost his sleepiness.

She rolled over and turned her face away from the sofa, her eyes fixed on Wang Xuefeng, who was neither asleep nor awake.

Half an hour later.

The latter sat up with a troubled expression.

"What are you doing... Can't a person get any sleep...?"

"Huh?" Jia Bo was stunned. "I...I didn't say anything?"

"You're making my scalp tingle, how am I supposed to sleep?" Wang Xuefeng said, looking frustrated and uncomfortable.

"I, I, I can't sleep..." Jia Bo covered his head with his coat so as not to disturb him.

"Say what you have to say, then go to sleep, quick."

"I... I really have nothing to say." Jia Bo pulled down his coat and scratched his head. "I just wanted to see you."

"Want to see?...No? Why would you want to see me for no reason?"

"Of course I have something to say! I want to learn how to attract girls!"

"Pfft—" Xiao He, who was woken up by the noise, heard this sentence as soon as he opened his eyes.

"Hey?" Upon hearing this, Yang Xing, who was behind the sofa, immediately put down his work: "If you're going to talk about this, I'm not going to be busy anymore!"

"Are you all crazy?!" Wang Xuefeng exclaimed in despair.

Regardless of the extent of his psychological trauma, Yang Xing immediately sat down next to him on the sofa, assuming he had already joined the conversation.

"There's a saying, 'If you have good looks, your values ​​will follow your looks!' That's the first point," Yang Xing said, holding up a finger.

Jia Bo nodded earnestly.

Yang Xing turned to Jia Bo and looked him up and down.

"You can only barely pass the first point."

"Barely?" Jia Bo discovered the hidden meaning.

“Yes! Because you’re too casual! Look at Xuefeng.” Yang Xing said, then turned back and lifted Xuefeng’s chin with his hand.

Jia Bo's gaze immediately fell on the latter's face.

Bathed in the morning light streaming through the window, his profile was outlined with a warm yellow line that ran from the strands of hair on his forehead to the rise and fall of his chest, resembling a romantic work of art.

"You need to learn to find angles that perfectly showcase yourself, understand?" Yang Xing pushed up his glasses.

"Go to hell." Wang Xuefeng disgustedly slapped his hand away.

Jia Bo paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up: "And the second point?"

"Secondly, you need to showcase your masculine charm! In short, be sexy! Understand?"

Jia Bo bit his upper lip and shook his head: "I don't quite understand."

"Sigh..." Yang Xing sighed helplessly, then turned and reached out his hand to Wang Xuefeng again.

But before he could even grab the latter's collar, he was slapped on the back of his hand again: "Get lost!"

Yang Xing coughed awkwardly and waved his hand dismissively: "In short, you have to make girls feel... the scent of love hormones! That's what sexiness is."

Jia Bo frowned and said, "So abstract..."

Xiao He, who had been silently watching the three of them, had droopy eyelids. Hearing Jia Bo sighing, he suddenly felt angry.

Before Jia Bo could ask any more questions, he saw Xiao He sit up, too lazy to even put on his shoes, and jump directly from his sofa onto Wang Xuefeng.

"What are you doing here?!" A strong sense of crisis welled up in Wang Xuefeng's heart.

However, Xiao He did not say a word, but lifted Yang Xing's chin and then bit him hard on the neck with lightning speed.

"ah……"

Jia Bo and Yang Xing froze.

Like two ancient stone sculptures, they stare motionlessly with their eyes wide open.

It's still the same angle, still the same lines.

But all the quiet beauty was abruptly shattered by another kind of "breath" in that suppressed yet unexpected gasp.

The unusual sensation snapped Wang Xuefeng out of his daze: "Let...let go!"

The two, who were stunned, shuddered and touched their faces simultaneously.

Xiao He then sat up, as if he were an outsider: "This is the scent of hormones. Is it still abstract now?"

"...No, no, I won't smoke anymore, I won't smoke anymore!" Jia Bo couldn't help but gasp.

Xiao He nodded, got off Wang Xuefeng's sofa, and silently returned to his seat to lie down.

The remaining three fell into a deathly silence.

Jia Bo didn't even dare to ask Yang Xing the "third point," fearing that Xiao He would deliver another triple blow to his soul.

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