My Nemesis Has Finally Gone Bankrupt

d already knelt down.

This useless bathrobe had no defences.

Ji Ran had originally already been pent up and Qin Man was skilled at making him feel good.
He grabbed Qin Man’s hair and cursed a few times before his voice gradually died down.

The belt securing his bathrobe had fallen and slung across his thighs.
Ji Ran’s body was pressed against the door as his fingers trembled.
The desire he had pent up the whole way back was finally allowed to go wild, yet he wasn’t able to reach the peak.

“Qin Man…” He lowered his head and looked at the man kneeling before him.

The people outside were still noisily discussing how they should split the existing members for a round of mahjong.
Their voices were especially loud, filling the entire hallway.

Once Ji Ran thought about how they were only separated by a wall, his heart nearly leapt out of his chest.

After a moment, Qin Man swallowed and remarked, “Isn’t this too quick?”

Ji Ran was momentarily dazed before he got a shock and asked with incredulity, “Y-You… swallowed it?”

“Fck, spit it out… are you crazy?!”

Qin Man had done this for him many times, but he had never actually swallowed it.

Qin Man did not react and neither did he get up.
He only looked straight ahead.
“You’re quite excited tonight.”

Ji Ran rasped out, “Alright, that’s enough.
Go and rinse your mouth.”

“Let’s do it.” Qin Man looked up at him and swept away all his

“… No.”

“But you still haven’t gone down yet,” Qin Man asked, “Can you endure?”

“Who doesn’t have a right hand?” Ji Ran hardened his scalp.

“Will you feel good on your own?” Qin Man persevered and said, “You’ve drunk too much Eight Treasures Soup, you won’t be able to calm it down.
Do you really plan to rely on your hands in the future? It’s fine if you accept me, but if you refuse, isn’t the money you spent going to waste?”

What kind of Eight Treasures soup was so potent?!

Just as Ji Ran was about to speak, Qin Man moved his hands and mouth, forcing his words back in.

“Do it?” After waiting for Ji Ran to come back to his senses, Qin Man asked slowly.

Men have always been weak to carnal desires, especially in a state of lust.

Ji Ran’s train of thoughts had been completely misled by him.

That’s right.
He’d already paid and if he just gave it up now because of a few words from Qin Man, wasn’t he suffering a loss?

Moreover, sex and romance were two separate things — just look at Cheng Peng and anyone would know.

That’s why he could do it too!

Ji Ran did a series of calculations and finally gritted his teeth.
“Go rinse your mouth.”

“Are you disdaining yourself?” Qin Man laughed.

“Are you going or not?”

“I’m going.” Qin Man got up, “Bear with it for a little longer.
I’ll be quick.”

“… Fck off.”

Because of this, Ji Ran was practically dying when they kissed afterwards.

Qin Man pressed him down and kissed him several times before asking.

“Is my mouth clean?”

“Is there any smell?”

“Don’t you want to know what you taste like?”

“I don’t!” With a red face, Ji Ran grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, but its offensive power was equivalent to zero.
“Do you fcking… still want to do it or not? Otherwise, you can get lost.
You are so full of shit, did I buy you to tell me stories?”

The farm house’s boss was truly frank.
Ji Ran could swear on his behalf that the ingredients used were the real deal.

Together, they tangled for half the night before the unseen fire in his heart gradually dispersed.
After a bath, he sank into a deep sleep without the slightest energy to curse at a certain person.

In the morning, a phone call roused the slumbering man.

Ji Ran was too lazy to bring it to his ear and simply put it on speaker mode.

“Wuwuwu…” From the other side, Yue Wen Wen’s voice sounded especially bitter.
“Ran Ran, I’m doomed.
I’m going to die.
My youth ends here.”

Hearing this, Ji Ran sat up and frowned.
“What’s wrong?”

“My nose is bleeding!” Yue Wen Wen let out a devastating cry.
“There’s so much.
My entire bedding is full of blood.
When I woke up, I thought I’d been killed and I was looking at my own body! Am I going to die? What should I do? Should I call 120?”

“…”

Ji Ran laid back down comfortably and his voice also became lazier.
“Relax, you won’t die.
You just have too much internal heat.”

“How can it be?! I always drink green tea at work!”

“It’s the Eight Treasures soup from yesterday.”

Yue Wen Wen hesitated.
“Really? It’s just that soup? How could it be so potent?”

“It’s just that potent.” Ji Ran closed his eyes.

“Oh, alright.
I won’t call 120.” Yue Wen Wen finally relaxed.
“Ran Ran, hurry up and get ready.
Cheng Peng has a meeting in the afternoon, we should leave soon.”

After hanging up, an arm snaked over his waist as he sat up.

“I helped stop your nosebleed.” Qin Man opened his eyes to look at him and laughed languidly.
“Aren’t you going to thank me?”

Ji Ran shrugged his hand off.
“Stop pasting gold on your face.”

On the way back, Yue Wen Wen seemed to have thought of something.
He half got up from his seat and turned around to ask, “Ran Ran, was your nose also bleeding?”

Ji Ran’s eyes were closed.
“No.”

“In that case, how did you think of the Eight Treasures Soup?”

“… Don’t bother me.
I’m sleeping.”

Having been refused, Yue Wen Wen looked pitifully at Qin Man.

The latter smiled.
“He also had too much internal heat last night and couldn’t sleep well.”

Yue Wen Wen remarked, “No wonder I kept tossing and turning and couldn’t sleep! How did you guys fall asleep?”

“I fed him green tea the whole night.”

Ji Ran’s face was green.
“Shut up.”

Thanks to Qin Man, he did not wish to consume Eight Treasures Soup or green tea ever again in his life.

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