Cheng Zhu left the faculty dormitories and, after checking the time, ultimately decided to head back to his dorm room.
He left Dean Zhang's home with the counselor at about eight-thirty.
Then, after staying in her dorm for over an hour, it was now just after ten.
Honestly, Cheng Zhu in his previous life was a real wanderer; you couldn't even imagine how comfortable his life had been.
Yet, at the counselor's home today, he still felt a fresh and thrilling sensation.
Even the prohibitions due to their statuses brought about a kind of unique satisfaction on a mental level.
Although, at her request, the living room lights were off, so much so that he couldn't see anything.
And she was too inexperienced; she really didn't know anything, was it like... sharpening the gun right before battle?
But the experience of receiving hush money this time was still wonderful, even somewhat nostalgic.
After all, this happened in the faculty dorm of Technology University.
