chapter 22

After successfully getting into graduate school, for convenience, I bought several properties near the campus.

I kept one for myself and rented out the rest.

After posting the rental information, applications flooded in quickly.

I spent an evening selecting a few perfect tenants.

Song Yan sat across from me, holding my phone, looking puzzled:

“Isn’t this the junior on my basketball team?”

I was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately, “Yeah, for your sake, I even agreed to give him a discount.”

“Very considerate.” Song Yan nodded in satisfaction and moved on to the next tenant’s profile. “Isn’t this the friend I work out with at the gym? You really know how to pick them, both of them are-”

Song Yan stopped.

He frowned, quickly scanning through several people’s profiles, then started reading the rental information I posted.

Seeking tenants. High-quality property. Super low price.

Requirements:
Male, under 23 years old, height 180+ cm, 4-8 abs (if exceptionally handsome, other requirements can be ignored)

Note: All neighbors are youthful beautiful girls. Move in with peace of mind.

Song Yan’s mouth twitched, “Yu Sisi!”

I looked innocent, “What? I’m doing this for you.”

“Are you renting a place or looking for a boyfriend? So all my days at the gym this year were for nothing, huh? Yu Sisi, you have no heart!”

“Not true.” I started making things up, “Isn’t this just to give myself a good study environment? Besides, think about it, if I see athletic guys with abs at home every day, would I still go to nightclubs or other messy places for excitement? Definitely not.”

Song Yan’s face darkened even more, “Yu Sisi, do you even believe what you’re saying? Six-pack abs aren’t enough for you? You want eight?”

I gave him a plaintive look.

“It’s enough to look, but you never let me touch.”

“Fine, you can touch.” Song Yan stood up, grabbed his T-shirt sleeve with one hand, and took off his shirt in two seconds. “Just don’t run away after.”

I stared at the abs right in front of me and swallowed hard.

Come on, would I run away from such a good thing?

Usually, I have to shamelessly sneak a touch, but this was the first time I could openly enjoy the feel of abs, and I was quite bold.

But as I kept touching, Song Yan’s gaze grew darker, his eyes deep as he stared at me, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

I finally realized something was off, hurriedly let go, and tossed his T-shirt back to him.

“Ahem, that’s enough for today. You should put your shirt back on.”

Song Yan pulled me back, picked me up, and carried me to the bedroom.

“I warned you beforehand. It’s too late to regret now. You lit the fire, you put it out.”

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