n Meng, whose skin was as thin as paper, blushed once again."Last night..." Rong Ling hesitated for a moment, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, his eyes slightly slanted. He didn't look at her, seeming...he immediately understood! He then, like Jiang Wulan, spoke in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry," and hurriedly pulled shut the unsteady door behind him. He dashed across the bathroom, flung open the other...