My drunken cousin

Pan Mingyu stared blankly at everything before him, the scene suddenly reminiscent of his university days when he was 20. Was he dreaming? Pan Mingyu was utterly bewildered.

"Probably a dream!" Pan Mingyu shook his slightly dizzy head and lay down.

But he had only lain down for a few minutes when, with a loud bang, the dormitory door was kicked open. A sleazy figure stood in the doorway, chuckling, "Hahaha, Mingyu, Pan Mingyu, get up! Quick, thank your brother!"

Pan Mingyu got up, looking annoyed, and said to Shi Jing, who seemed several years younger, "Thank my ass! Go do what you're supposed to do, I'm so sleepy!"

"Damn it, I braved the rain to sign you up for the campus singing competition, giving you a chance to showcase your talent and enjoy the hot gazes of thousands of girls, and you're not even grateful! That's really hurting my feelings..." Shi Jing looked at Pan Mingyu, who had just lain down again, with an extremely resentful expression, "Fine, you go to sleep first. You'll sleep yourself out sooner or later. The competition certificate is on the table. I'm going to go find some girls to soothe my fragile heart!"

Pan Mingyu didn't respond, but after everyone left, Pan Mingyu suddenly woke up...

Wait!

The dormitory! The campus singing competition! The competition certificate!

Pan Mingyu rolled off the bed, glanced at his entry certificate for the campus singing competition on the table, and with trembling hands, pulled out a Nokia 1110, practically an antique, from the bedside table. He looked at the date: October 17, 2007, 5:22 PM.

"Hahaha… I'm reborn… I fucking reborn… Hahaha…" Pan Mingyu suddenly burst into laughter that was both joyful and painful, tears welling in his eyes.

Once, for a 500 yuan performance fee, he had given up the campus singing competition, missing his first opportunity in life.

Once, in his youthful arrogance, he offended an entertainment mogul, ruining not only his own future but also causing his two brothers to lose their jobs…

Seven or eight years after graduation, he worked odd jobs, performed on the streets, sang on set, and worked as a giggler on film sets, putting in ten times the effort of others, yet he never had a chance to make it big. Even the minor singers under his wing betrayed him. Disheartened, he planned to return to his hometown and settle down, only to be reborn!

Is this what they call a "regret pill"?

Is this a chance to start over?

Pan Mingyu gritted his teeth and forcefully clenched his fist. "Former enemies, I'll make you wish you were dead; former friends, I'll never let you suffer even the slightest harm again; in this lifetime, I'll reach the pinnacle of entertainment!"

Pan Mingyu tidied himself up, changed into jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, grabbed his phone, and headed out. This campus singing competition was particularly rushed; there was a two-day gap between registration and the preliminary rounds. Many people hadn't even realized it was starting, so he needed to use the remaining two days to prepare, at least buying some decent clothes and practicing his singing to get a feel for the competition.

But as he put his phone in his pocket, he touched something that shouldn't have been there—a white jade compass.

What was going on? How did it get here?!

Pan Mingyu took out the white jade compass and noticed that it seemed smaller than before, and there was a ball of light flowing inside…

Could this be the legendary cheat code? Had it allowed him to be reborn into this present?

Pan Mingyu was a bookworm, spending his free time reading novels online. The thought of this possibility excited him greatly. He examined the white jade compass repeatedly, but couldn't figure it out. Even dripping a drop of blood on it yielded no reaction.

"Oh well, according to the novels, I guess I haven't met the activation requirements yet," Pan Mingyu muttered, putting the compass back in his pocket. But then he felt uneasy, so he found a red string and hung the compass around his neck.

Although it was a bit large and heavy, it was safer.

Pan Mingyu touched the white jade compass hidden inside his shirt before leaving.

Years later, walking along the school path again, he felt a unique warmth.

"Whoosh..." Just then, a Ferrari sped by from the opposite direction as if rushing to its death, splashing water that soaked half of Pan Mingyu.

"I..." Pan Mingyu was suddenly filled with rage, but when he saw the license plate number of the Ferrari that sped away, his expression changed drastically.

Shanghai G7418X! A red Ferrari! Campus street racers! October 17th!

"Oh no!" Pan Mingyu cried out in alarm!

In his past life, on this very day, a red Ferrari was speeding on campus. After circling the campus three or four times, it suddenly lost control, crashed out of the school gate, and caused a major traffic accident. More than ten vehicles collided, killing more than thirty people on the spot. That time was exactly 4 PM.

None of that mattered. What mattered was that Li Qingyi, the mother of Wang Yuyan, one of the three most beautiful girls in the school whom he secretly admired, was on that death list.

In his past life, when he learned all this, Wang Yuyan had already taken a leave of absence from school and didn't reappear until six months later. Although Wang Yuyan was still Wang Yuyan, still wearing her sunny smile, he could read the unyielding sadness behind it.

"No, I absolutely cannot allow this to happen! In my past life, I couldn't do anything, but in this life, I'll start by saving your mother!"

Pan Mingyu glanced at the time: 5:55 PM, less than five minutes left. His heart tightened. The distance from where he was to the school gate was over four miles, meaning he had to sprint that distance at top speed, otherwise Wang Yuyan's mother would still be doomed!

No, he had to be faster! Pan Mingyu gritted his teeth and sprinted towards the school gate, yelling to the students on the roadside, "Quick, call 110! There's been a car accident at the school gate! A multi-vehicle collision, many people are dead!"

Pan Mingyu's shout startled the nearby students. Those who had initially wanted to call him crazy saw his frantic sprint and began to believe him. Otherwise, why would he be in such a hurry?

Immediately, someone took out their phone to call 110, but soon they were stunned and dumbfounded. Pan Mingyu's legs were like wheels of fire, leaving a spray of water behind him. The mountain bike that he had just overtaken could not catch up no matter how hard it tried.

"Damn, that's amazing! That guy on the mountain bike couldn't even catch him!"

"That speed must be over ten meters per second!"

"Bullshit, I bet it's 15 meters per second..."

Pan Mingyu was completely unaware of all this, and didn't even feel the knife-like pain in his lungs. Right now, he only had one thought in his mind: faster, faster, faster...

At a little past 5:59 PM, Pan Mingyu, whose shoes were practically falling apart from running, finally arrived at the school gate. He saw many people crossing the road, and Teacher Li, dressed in a gray business suit, was walking forward talking to Zhao Yihuan, who was known as having the most beautiful buttocks at the university. Pan Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. However, just as he was about to warn Teacher Li and the pedestrians, the roar of a Ferrari suddenly came from not far behind him.

Pan Mingyu felt a sudden jolt on his back and roared, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Pedestrians turned to look as he shoved through the crowd like a madman, rushing towards Li Qingyi. Teacher Li was also startled by Pan Mingyu's bloodshot eyes...

"Boom—" The Ferrari sped out of the school gate at that moment and crashed into the back of an Audi. Sparks flew as the two cars quickly ran over the crowd and damaged other vehicles.

It all happened so fast that Pan Mingyu only had time to yell "Run!" before the completely out-of-control Audi, after hitting another car and running over a couple, headed straight for the stunned Teacher Li and Zhao Yihuan.

"Holy crap!" Pan Mingyu's mind went blank for a moment. He didn't know where the courage and strength came from, but his body shot forward like a bullet. Just as the Audi hit Teacher Li and Zhao Yihuan, he grabbed Zhao Yihuan's waist, then pushed off with both feet, sending Teacher Li flying and narrowly missing the sharp edge of the Audi!

"Ah—"

"Help—"

...

Carrying the girl, Pan Mingyu rolled seven or eight meters away before crashing headfirst into the stone slab of the roadside drainage ditch. His vision went black, his mind went blank, and all he heard were screams, cries, the screech of brakes, and the roar of cars colliding. He vaguely heard a beeping sound and a very pleasant voice...

Pan Mingyu struggled to open his eyes, trying to find Teacher Li, but all he saw was a sea of blood. The glaring crimson covered the entire school gate and the road, limbs were scattered everywhere, and the cries were deafening—it was like hell on earth!

"Teacher Li, Teacher Li..." Pan Mingyu struggled to his feet, calling out to Teacher Li.

"I'm alright, Mingyu, I'm alright..." Just then, Teacher Li stood up a short distance to his left, looking at Pan Mingyu with a strange gaze.

"You're alright, that's good." Pan Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that Teacher Li seemed unharmed.

"I have something to do, cough cough, you pervert, shouldn't you let go of my hands first?" Just then, an embarrassed and annoyed voice came from beneath Pan Mingyu.

Pan Mingyu then realized something was wrong. The ground beneath him was soft and yielding, especially the two soft and elastic mounds in his hands, which made Pan Mingyu unable to resist squeezing them a couple more times...

Chapter Two: Beating Up 'Dad' Li Gang

"Uh!" Pan Mingyu stared in astonishment at Zhao Yihuan's flushed face. His mind was a little blank. Was this what they meant by good deeds being rewarded?

He was now on top of Zhao Yihuan in a doggy-style position, and not only that, his two wolfish hands were grabbing Zhao Yihuan's breasts, which countless beasts coveted, and he had just grabbed them twice.

Pan Mingyu's scalp tingled. Although this feeling was wonderful, he would naturally be eager to do it anywhere else, but now his dream goddess's mother was watching. What was he going to do?

What was especially horrifying was that Zhao Yihuan's fitted white shirt had two large handprints left by his wolfish hands.

"Let go!" Zhao Yihuan was furious. Her breasts had never been touched before, and now this bastard had been holding them for so long. If he hadn't just saved her life, she would have slapped him across the face long ago.

"Oh." Pan Mingyu quickly released his hands, but he forgot that his wolfish claws, while gripping Zhao Yihuan's breasts, were also supporting his body. As soon as he let go, he collapsed.

Zhao Yihuan's beautiful eyes widened in shock. This scoundrel had actually kissed her in the street—her first kiss!

Actually, it wasn't just her who was stunned; Pan Mingyu was also at a loss. To be honest, he really hadn't meant to. Although Zhao Yihuan's lips tasted wonderful, sweet and delicious, Teacher Li was watching! What could he do?

For a moment, both of them froze, frozen in their kissing position.

"Ahem, I'm telling you, even if you two want to be intimate, shouldn't you at least find a different place?" Teacher Li finally couldn't stand it anymore. Although she knew these were all accidents, seeing her two students behaving so shamefully in the street was still embarrassing.

"Ugh." Upon hearing Teacher Li's words, Pan Mingyu quickly scrambled off Zhao Yihuan, and in his haste, he groped her breasts a couple more times.

"Ah—Pan Mingyu, I'm not done with you!" Zhao Yihuan could no longer remain calm. She had almost lost her life, then been groped, and then had her first kiss stolen. As soon as she got up, she raised her foot to kick Pan Mingyu.

"Stop, stop! These were all accidents. No matter what, I'm your savior!" Pan Mingyu dodged while begging for mercy.

"Let me tell you, one thing at a time. I've never suffered such a loss before." Zhao Yihuan said, raising her foot to kick Pan Mingyu again.

But this time, Pan Mingyu not only didn't dodge, but actually turned around and pounced on Zhao Yihuan.

"What are you doing!" Before Zhao Yihuan could finish her sentence, Pan Mingyu tackled her to the ground. Zhao Yihuan's face turned deathly pale. Was this bastard going to rape her in the street?

Zhao Yihuan's first instinct was to scream for help, but just then, a loud crash was heard, and a mangled red Ferrari had crashed into a telephone pole to her right.

"Fuck you!" At the same time, Pan Mingyu scrambled off her, furious, and charged at the Ferrari, kicking the door repeatedly. "You hit someone and you think you can just run away? Get out here!"

It has to be said, the rich are different. The Ferrari was completely wrecked, but the driver inside, apart from a bruise on his forehead, had no other injuries.

Seeing this, Pan Mingyu was furious, cursing the heavens for being blind. He never expected that he only wanted to save Teacher Li and Zhao Yihuan, but this bastard who was supposed to die in the car accident actually survived. So he kicked the car door harder and harder.

"Mind your own business!" The drunken and womanizing Ba Ligang jumped out of the car in a rage. Although the car accident had frightened him quite a bit, he didn't take it too seriously. He was sure his father could handle anything. But just as he was about to run away, Pan Mingyu blocked his way. He was instantly enraged and reached out to push Pan Mingyu away: "Get out of here!"

Pan Mingyu's eyes narrowed into slits. He grabbed Ba Ligang's wrist and threw it aside, laughing angrily, "Don't try to bully me. You hit someone and you think you can get away? No way!"

"You little punk, you're asking for a beating!" Ba Ligang raised his hand to slap Pan Mingyu.

Pan Mingyu, who had been holding back his anger, couldn't hold it in any longer. He grabbed Ba Ligang's outstretched hand and slapped him back across the face. A

sharp "smack" echoed, leaving five clear finger marks on Ba Ligang's face.

Teacher Li and Zhao Yihuan, standing not far away, felt a surge of satisfaction at the sight and shouted in unison, "Hit him! Hit him hard!"

"You fucking dare hit me?" Ba Ligang was stunned for a moment, instinctively touching his burning cheek. Then, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he flew into a rage, pointing at Pan Mingyu and cursing, "You fucking little punk, how dare you hit me?"

"Damn it, I'm hitting you!" Pan Mingyu said, swinging his hand and slapping Ba Ligang across the face again, even louder than before.

Ba Ligang was a little dazed. He had been a powerful and domineering figure in Shanghai since childhood, with most people fawning over him. Now this little punk dared to hit him? He was fucking asking for death.

"You son of a bitch, how dare you hit me? Don't you even know who I am?" Ba Ligang glared fiercely at Pan Mingyu, his eyes flashing with venomous malice. "Let me tell you, even if I run you over with my car right now..."

*slap slap*...

Pan Mingyu was too lazy to listen to his nonsense. He stepped forward and slapped him repeatedly, the sound of the blows echoing incessantly. "I don't care who you are. With that face of yours that's been run over by a car wheel, aren't you ashamed to show your face like that? Let me tell you, you bastard, I'm hitting you now out of kindness, slapping you out of kindness, slapping you out of kindness to pay back the debt to the people who saw your car wheel, and you fucking don't even appreciate this kindness..."

Pan Mingyu slapped him with every word he spoke, and no matter how many blows Ba Ligang did, he couldn't dodge. In no time,

Ba Ligang's face was swollen like a pig's head, blood dripping from his mouth and nostrils. It looked more like a pig's butt than a human face. "You son of a bitch, stop hitting me!" Ba Ligang said, his face contorted in pain.

*Slap!

* The first slap rang out, and before the second could land, Ba Ligang cried, "Waaah, stop hitting me! I was wrong, please stop..."

"Is this a good kid? If you apologized earlier, everything would be fine," Pan Mingyu said, squinting as he patted Ba Ligang's face.

Ba Ligang had never been beaten like this before. Now, in his eyes, Pan Mingyu was a demon, and he wanted to stay far away. But Pan Mingyu remained silent, and he dared not move.

"Damn it, you son of a bitch, don't try to act tough in front of me again, or I'll beat you every time I see you." Seeing the ambulance and police car arrive, Pan Mingyu ignored Ba Ligang lying on the ground and turned to walk towards Teacher Li and Zhao Yihuan.

Pan Mingyu and Li Qingyi only had minor scrapes, but Zhao Yihuan was in a much worse state, as Pan Mingyu had twisted his ankle during his fall.

Teacher Li glanced at Pan Mingyu, then at Zhao Yihuan, whose face was still flushed with shame and indignation, sighed, and helped Zhao Yihuan towards the school hospital.

Pan Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this; thankfully, Teacher Li hadn't made him help her, otherwise, if a misunderstanding arose, how would he pursue Wang Yuyan!

At the school hospital, Pan Mingyu couldn't resist Teacher Li's insistence and underwent a thorough examination. This time, they discovered a mild concussion and insisted he be hospitalized, even though it wasn't that serious at all. These days, doctors always exaggerate; it was just a large bump on the back of his head.

Zhao Yihuan, on the other hand, had only twisted her ankle and would be fine after a day or two of rest without seeing a doctor. Teacher Li was incredibly gloating over Zhao Yihuan's misfortune.

"Teacher Li, I don't want to be hospitalized, okay? I'll just come every day for an IV drip," Pan Mingyu said pitifully to Teacher Li.

"No!" This time, Teacher Li's tone was firm.

To be honest, she had a very good impression of Pan Mingyu. He was persevering and hardworking, and his passion for singing particularly impressed her. At the Normal University, it was strictly forbidden to audit classes, especially in their Film and Television Arts School, where the rules were even stricter.

Pan Mingyu, a civil engineering student, had persisted in standing outside their classroom despite being chased away and warned several times. This alone had left a deep impression on many teachers, and over time, she had allowed him to sit at the back of the classroom for some less demanding courses.

But she never expected that Pan Mingyu would save her life under the wheels of a car today, and she had unknowingly come to regard him as her own child. To prevent any problems from arising in the future, she naturally wouldn't be soft-hearted.

"But I still need to prepare for the campus singing competition."

"That won't do either. You'll be hospitalized for observation for a day. I'll have someone bring you dinner and breakfast tomorrow." Teacher Li finished speaking and helped Zhao Yihuan out.

Seeing Pan Mingyu's sullen face, Zhao Yihuan, as she walked to the door, didn't forget to say, "Serves you right!"

This almost made Pan Mingyu faint from frustration. Seriously, was this how it was? He'd only been touched twice, and as for the kiss, it was just lips to lips, not a wet kiss. Why was he being so

petty? Even if she'd taken advantage of him, why didn't he mention that she'd saved his life, twice already?

However, it was clear that Zhao Yihuan couldn't receive his resentment.

Bored, Pan Mingyu reached for his chest, intending to examine the white jade compass, but when his hand touched his chest, his face turned pale instantly.

"Damn it, the white jade compass is gone!"

Pan Mingyu frantically searched, but it was gone. Not only was the white jade compass missing, but even the string was gone. Only the imprint left on his chest by the white jade compass proved that it had once been there.

"No, I must find it." Thinking this, Pan Mingyu reached for the IV drip in his hand.

Chapter 3: Touching the Goddess of My Dreams

But when his hand touched the needle, a very sweet voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Beep, the heir has saved thirty-one lives by preventing a car accident, a truly meritorious act..."

"Who are you?" Even though Pan Mingyu had read many novels online in his previous life, he was still startled at this moment. After all, the sudden appearance of a voice in his head was truly a chilling feeling.

"I am Biyao, the spirit of the Qi Luck Compass, a divine artifact from a world of technological cultivation." The beautiful voice was somewhat arrogant; Pan Mingyu could even imagine the other person tilting their chin up, looking smug.

If this voice were male, Pan Mingyu would have ignored it long ago. What's with the pretense? Even if he's pretending, he's just a spirit. But now it's a beautiful woman, so naturally, he'll receive preferential treatment, especially since she's the great benefactor who brought him back to this day!

"What's the use of that Qi Compass?"

"As the name suggests, the Qi Compass can control the Qi of heaven and earth," Biyao said, initially quite proud, but her voice lowered considerably. "Right now, it only has the function of assisting cultivation."

"How do I cultivate?"

After the sweet voice's explanation, Pan Mingyu finally understood what was going on.

The Qi Compass, a treasure from the technological cultivation world that had accidentally fallen to Earth, had now been unexpectedly activated and entered his head because he had gained the admiration of others.

Speaking of this treasure, it was incredibly powerful. It could gather Qi by gaining the trust and admiration of others, not only allowing one to become extremely wealthy and powerful, but also granting extraordinary superpowers.

For example, right now, his own Qi was only the most ordinary white, but he possessed an ability—Qi Observation. He could see whether others were lucky or not, and even had a certain chance of seeing their information and psychological activities. Although at first glance, this ability didn't seem like much, Pan Mingyu knew that if used well, it could become a treasure for seeking advantage and avoiding harm.

Following the instructions, Pan Mingyu's mind flashed, and a white compass appeared in his mind. Above the compass, a white column of smoke rose more than seven feet high, its color fading as it rose, before slowly dissipating at the seven-foot mark.

"A person's fortune is divided into seven levels and nine grades, with the first grade being the lowest and the ninth grade the highest. This seven-foot column of fortune represents the white seventh grade," Biyao explained at the opportune moment.

"What's that?" Pan Mingyu asked, looking at the dazzling white line of fortune beside the column of smoke.

"That's the fortune line of your fans, or rather, your believers. The higher the fortune of your fans, the greater their assistance to you," Biyao explained.

"Aha, that's fantastic! I originally thought I'd be forced to become a star, but now it seems I can still continue being a manager, then open a studio, then an entertainment company, as long as I cultivate my stars and make them idolize me enough," Pan Mingyu said happily.

"Of course, but development will be a little slower in the initial stages."

"That's alright, I understand. It's like laying a foundation; the stronger the foundation, the higher the building can be."

"Good, thankfully you understand these things. Believe me, I'll be able to awaken again soon." Biyao's cold and arrogant voice softened slightly.

"Awaken? What do you mean?"

"You can check the log entries; I can't hold on any longer..." Biyao's words trailed off as she fell silent.

This greatly alarmed Pan Mingyu. He hadn't fully figured out what was going on; how could Biyao have fallen into a deep sleep?

Fortunately, at that moment, Pan Mingyu noticed a lit rune on the Destiny Compass that looked like a question mark. Pan Mingyu couldn't help but tap it, and immediately several pieces of information appeared in his mind.

"1. Preventing the car accident, saving 31 lives, doubles your luck, advancing from White Rank 6 to White Rank 7, gaining a worshipper with White Rank 9 luck, and activating the Luck Compass;

2. The inheritor's physique is too weak, consuming 90% of the Luck Compass's remaining energy, doubling their physique to normal standards, forcing the Luck Fairy Biyao into a deep sleep. She can only awaken when the inheritor's luck turns red.

3. If you have any questions, you can check the log."

Pan Mingyu finally understood what was going on and breathed a slight sigh of relief. Staring at the words 'Luck Fairy Biyao,' Pan Mingyu deeply regretted not exercising more. Otherwise, he wouldn't have let a fairy fall into a deep sleep. A fairy—just those two words held immense allure.

Although he remained steadfast in his goal of winning Zhao Yihuan's heart, he also eagerly anticipated acquiring a fairy maid along the way—a truly wonderful prospect. Even if he could only look and not touch, just looking would be delightful. Besides, with the emergence of the mystical Qi Compass, turning a spirit—no, a fairy—into a living person wasn't impossible!

Bored, Pan Mingyu began reading the log. This time, he learned something new: a person's Qi wasn't just luck; it also concerned their wealth, career, lifespan, fortune, and romantic luck. Depleting too much Qi would bring misfortune—a classic case of extremes meeting their opposites.

However, what frustrated Pan Mingyu was his low Qi level; he couldn't see a person's wealth, career, lifespan, fortune, or romantic luck unless his Qi advanced to red.

Red! Red again!

Pan Mingyu was filled with resentment, but thinking that his luck was only two rank away from advancing to red luck, he immediately smiled again. He couldn't help it; the allure of the fairy servant was simply too great.

With beautiful dreams in mind, Pan Mingyu quickly fell asleep, even dreaming of a fairy in a white dress visiting him with a fragrant breakfast. Just as he was about to pour out his heart to the fairy, she turned and floated away.

"Don't go!" Pan Mingyu couldn't help but reach out and grab the fairy's hand, pulling her into his arms, instantly embracing a fragrant beauty.

But before he could properly caress the fairy in his arms, he was startled awake by a cry, and then saw a figure rush towards him. Pan Mingyu instinctively tried to block it.

But who would have thought that, in his drowsy state, his movements and awareness were a little slow, and he only managed to raise his hands to his chest before feeling two soft mounds, with a light but not heavy force, surge between his hands.

Pan Mingyu instinctively grabbed it a couple of times; it was smooth, soft, and full of elasticity…

Pan Mingyu was a little dazed. Although he hadn't seen the girl's face clearly in that fleeting glimpse, it was enough to tell she was a top-tier beauty. Not only did she have a delicate face, but she also had a curvaceous figure, especially her breasts, which were the epitome of perfection.

But now he had no time to enjoy himself. If he couldn't think of a way to deal with her before she realized what was happening, it wouldn't just be a slap in the face; he might even be labeled a pervert.

His target was the school beauty, Wang Yuyan! If this got back to her, he'd be finished.

No! He couldn't let people see him as a pervert. But what could he do? Damn it, this was going to kill him! Pan Mingyu was sweating profusely.

Wang Yuyan, currently lying on top of Pan Mingyu, was also a little dazed. She had only learned yesterday, after returning home, that her mother had almost been hit by a car. Although the incident was over, she was still incredibly frightened and extremely grateful to Pan Mingyu for saving her mother's life.

This morning, her mother had class, so she volunteered to bring Pan Mingyu breakfast. But who would have thought that as soon as she placed the thermos on the table, this seemingly harmless rogue dragged her onto the bed and, to make matters worse, grabbed her breasts, which had never been touched by a man before? It all happened so suddenly, her mind was reeling.

Even so, she knew she had been taken advantage of, and naturally struggled to get up.

Wang Yuyan's struggle was a problem, but it really worried Pan Mingyu. He hadn't thought of anything else besides pretending to be asleep.

Damn it! He'd better play it safe. Wasn't he just dreaming? He'd continue pretending to be dreaming.

Pan Mingyu, having no other choice, quickly closed his eyes, smacked his lips a few times, and mumbled, "Mommy, don't go, I'm hungry!"

Wang Yuyan, who had just climbed off Pan Mingyu, suddenly stiffened, her hand, which was about to slap Pan Mingyu's face, stopping abruptly. She stared in astonishment at Pan Mingyu, who was still smacking his lips like a baby. Was this rogue dreaming? Did he think she was his mother?

How could the youthful Wang Yuyan bear this? Being taken advantage of, a top-tier beauty, was bad enough; at least it showed her charm. But being mistaken for a middle-aged woman was unbearable, even if this bastard was just dreaming. The cold

wind hovering a few centimeters from his left cheek made Pan Mingyu's body tense. If it weren't for his many bit parts in his past life and his considerable acting skills, he would have been exposed immediately.

"Mom, don't go, I'm hungry! Mom!" Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat official account [唯漫小说] and reply with the number 269 to continue reading the exciting plot! Pan Mingyu controlled his speech and voice, his soft and slow words sounding exactly like he was talking in his sleep.

Just as Pan Mingyu was thinking about whether to repeat himself, footsteps sounded outside the ward, followed by the rustling sound of clothes being put together. Then the beautiful woman angrily snorted, stomped her foot, and walked out.

"School beauty!"

"Wang Yuyan!"

But at this moment, the ward door was pushed open, followed by an incredulous exclamation.

I just flirted with Wang Yuyan? I flirted with Wang Yuyan!

Pan Mingyu didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Should he be happy? He finally got close to Wang Yuyan and even touched the breasts that countless beasts coveted. Should he be sad? What would Wang Yuyan think of him afterward?

For a moment, Pan Mingyu wanted to cry but had no tears.

"You guys are that bastard... Pan Mingyu's classmates, right? Let him eat breakfast when he wakes up, I have class." Wang Yuyan blushed and rushed out of the ward, secretly glad that she reacted quickly enough, otherwise if those animals had seen what just happened, who knows what they would have said about her?

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