"Please lie down and look into my eyes..."
"Shouldn't we turn off the lights? And draw the curtains too. It wouldn't be good if someone else saw us..."
"Don't worry, I'll make you feel very comfortable..."
Outside a certain room on the third floor of the Tactical Bureau, Qiao Muyi pressed her ear against the door, excitedly listening to the sounds from within.
CLANG.
The door suddenly opened. Qiao Muyi almost lost her balance. However, possessing the reflexes of a Second Stage Cultivator, which far exceeded those of an ordinary person, she instantly regained her composure and stood straight. She then saw Ren Suo emerging from the pitch-black room.
Ren Suo looked at her with a puzzled expression. "What are you doing?"
Qiao Muyi didn't answer. Glancing at her phone, she muttered, "Three minutes. Are boys always this quick, even with other boys?"
"Quick?" Ren Suo blinked, casually closing the door behind him. "How long did you expect it to take, then?"
