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Several people around him looked on with pity.
Yan Qing opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself.
The girl sitting next to Shen Jianghuan spoke up first, frowning slightly and saying seriously, "No, we won’t say anything!"
"Don't worry, we all understand you," another girl quickly nodded, her gaze filled with compassion.
"Exactly, no one says that men have to perform; you really shouldn’t overthink it," Shen Jianghuan reassured him, her expression concerned and her eyes gentle and sincere.
"If it really doesn’t work out, it’s fine; we can just be sisters."
"Yeah, sometimes it’s not necessary to perform; patience is also a traditional virtue. You’re so good-looking; you’re very popular," a few girls around Shen Jianghuan giggled mischievously.
Yan Qing thought to himself: This is getting more ridiculous by the minute!
Next door, Qi Qiuluo couldn’t hold back any longer and burst into laughter, clutching his stomach as tears of laughter streamed down his face.
He found Yan Qing truly amusing.
Yan Qing took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling violently as he watched him laugh.
He was really asking for it; whatever Qi Qiuluo asked, he answered, and he even expected Qi Qiuluo to understand him.
That guy Qi Qiuluo? What could he possibly understand! It was like playing music to a cow.
Yan Qing decided to let it go; it didn’t matter anymore. Let them think whatever they wanted.
In the end, he turned and went upstairs.
Qi Qiuluo didn’t stay long with Tan Ming.
He wanted to tease Yan Qing, but who knew Yan Qing was so hard to tease?
Rarely did he find someone like this.
Thinking about it made him feel elated, a smile spreading across his face.
As soon as he left, Shen Jianghuan sent all her friends over to Tan Ming to find clothes.
"You almost told Yan Qing everything just now," Shen Jianghuan's expression darkened slightly, her brows furrowed and a hint of worry in her eyes.
She was referring to the words that Tan Ming had almost spoken just moments ago. Yan Qing was not a stranger; Tan Ming spoke of him quite naturally. Yet Shen Jianghuan found it hard to believe what he had just witnessed. A wave of shock washed over him at the sight of that inhuman arm, with its claws.
She would rather believe she had seen it wrong.
"Is Yan Qing a vessel?" Shen Jianghuan asked.
"Yes," Tan Ming replied with a slight nod.
"You knew this long ago?" Shen Jianghuan's voice rose slightly, his face filled with astonishment.
"Not for long," Tan Ming said, lowering his head slightly, lost in thought.
"Why would Yan Qing hide his identity as a vessel?" Shen Jianghuan asked curiously, suspicion evident in his gaze.
"You should ask him instead of me," Tan Ming replied calmly, his expression serene.
He was also eager to know the truth. "I hope Yan Qing can provide us all with a reasonable explanation," Shen Jianghuan said seriously, his demeanor grave.
A complex emotion flickered quickly in Tan Ming's eyes—perhaps. It was also possible that Yan Qing would continue to weave lies, just as he had when Tan Ming had asked him multiple times if he was a vessel, to which Yan Qing had always responded with righteous indignation and unwavering certainty that he was not.
Every time he recalled those moments, a sense of helplessness welled up within Tan Ming. He had always thought Yan Qing was someone who wouldn’t hide his emotions, but it turned out that those who appeared most sincere were often the least so.
Tan Ming clenched his fists. "What about Zhang Liu?" He looked around, searching for any sign of him but found none after a long while.
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