By evening, Su Qingxue and Heather, who had just met, seemed to have endless things to talk about. Under the bright moon and sparse stars, Ye Fan seized the opportunity and decisively barged into their room.
"What are you doing?" Heather immediately demanded.
Su Qingxue was even more blunt. "Get out!"
"I've come to sleep, of course. What else would I be doing?" Ye Fan said. He refused to reveal his true intentions, though both women knew exactly what he was after.
As a result, the moment he lay down on the bed, he was roughly kicked out by the pair. Unable to have his way despite having a room, Ye Fan was filled with an inexpressible sadness and was utterly at a loss for words.
Just as he was about to head to his own room to endure the long night alone, a thought struck him.
Wait, I'm their man. Why should I be afraid of them?
He suddenly latched onto this very serious question. That's right, why should he be?
