90: If you can use it, can I use it too?

Lin Xiaocao's blood froze instantly; she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

Chen Yun's playful teasing, every word turning into a sharp needle, stabbed ruthlessly at her sense of shame.

But Chen Yun didn't give her any chance to break down. She reached out and hooked her arm around Wang Fugui's, while her other hand grabbed Lin Xiaocao's cold wrist without brook for argument.

"Don't just stand there like a fool. Do you want to wait for them to come back and catch us? Follow me!"

Chen Yun's decisiveness was on full display. She didn't choose the crowded main road, but instead pulled the two of them straight toward an inconspicuous iron door at the deepest part of the workshop.

"This is the freight elevator passage; no one usually uses it."

She took out her Supervisor keycard and swiped it on the access control.

With a "beep," the door lock popped open.

A dark and narrow passage appeared before the three of them. Chen Yun led the way in, with Wang Fugui and Lin Xiaocao following closely behind.

All along the way, Lin Xiaocao's posture was awkward to the extreme.

Without the strong constraint of that cloth strip, the heavy softness on her chest became her greatest burden. She could only hunch her chest and cross her arms in front of her, trying to use a strange posture to hide the undulations that could no longer be concealed.

But the more she did this, the more they swayed as she walked.

Wang Fugui followed behind her, not daring to let his eyes wander. He could only stare fixedly at the back of Lin Xiaocao's head, his mind a complete blank.

This girl... turns out she's so well-endowed?

As soon as this thought popped into his head, he quickly shook it vigorously.

See no evil, see no evil! I'm her brother!

The three of them quietly slipped back to the dormitory area, keeping a wide berth from the Men in black who were still searching everywhere.

"Click."

The door to Dorm Room 301 was locked behind them.

At that moment, their tense nerves suddenly relaxed. All three of them leaned against the door and walls as if exhausted, panting heavily.

The air was thick with the relief of having survived a disaster, the salty smell of sweat, and a thicker, more lingering sense of awkwardness.

Wang Fugui looked down and only then noticed his hands.

To move quickly on the scorching pipes, his palms had been blistered in patches, and there were several cuts from the rough rust. Blood and dust were mixed together, making for a shocking sight.

"Your hands!"

Chen Yun was the first to notice. She let out a cry of alarm and grabbed his large hand.

Her face was filled with heartache. Without a word, she turned and rummaged through her cabinet to find a small medicine kit.

She pulled Wang Fugui to sit on the edge of the bed and used a cotton swab dipped in iodine to clean his wounds bit by bit.

"Hiss~"

The stinging of the iodine made Wang Fugui grimace.

"Now you know it hurts?" Chen Yun gave him a look of annoyance, but her movements became even gentler. "Climbing so high while carrying someone, do you really think you're made of iron? You reckless fool!"

There was no trace of blame in her scolding, only a thick, inseparable sense of heartache and lingering fear.

Wang Fugui scratched his head sheepishly and chuckled without saying a word.

For Little Grass, forget climbing pipes—he'd even go through fire and water.

This warm yet ambiguous scene stung Lin Xiaocao's eyes from the other side.

She hid behind her bed curtain without a word, that cramped space becoming her only sanctuary.

She opened her hands and stared blankly at the Chest binder in her palm, which had completely snapped.

The edges of the fabric were torn, and it had lost its elasticity, no longer able to imprison that softness.

She tried to wrap it around herself again, but the feeling was so strange, so resistant.

Her body, having experienced that unconstrained release, was no longer willing to return to that cramped cage.

Just as she was in a dilemma, a soft piece of clothing with a faint scent of perfume was suddenly tossed in through the gap in the bed curtain, landing right in her lap.

It was a loose women's T-shirt.

"Don't wrap it anymore; it's easy to damage your body. No one's looking at you in the dorm anyway."

Chen Yun's voice came from outside, carrying an unquestionable concern.

Lin Xiaocao gripped the T-shirt, her fingertips trembling slightly.

In the dorm, no one's looking?

Does that big oaf not count as a person!

Even as she thought this, her body honestly took off her sweat-soaked men's tank top and put on Chen Yun's T-shirt.

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Meanwhile, downstairs from the dormitory.

Liu Big Head clutched his burning cheek and crouched by the flower bed, smoking viciously.

The cigarette butt flickered between his fingers, illuminating his face, which was distorted by resentment.

"Damn it, Wang Fugui! And that bitch Supervisor! Just you wait!"

He exhaled a cold smoke ring toward the window of Dorm Room 301.

"If you won't let me have a good life, then none of you fucking think about living in peace!"

He ground the cigarette butt ruthlessly into the ground, as if he were grinding Wang Fugui's bones.

As the night deepened, to avoid drawing attention, Chen Yun brought dinner back from the Cafeteria.

Three dishes and a soup, packed in lunch boxes, were laid out on the small table in the middle of the dorm.

Then, Chen Yun and Lin Xiaocao witnessed what a true "rice bucket" looked like.

Wang Fugui was truly starving. The massive exertion made him feel like there was a bottomless pit in his stomach.

He picked up a lunch box and, barely chewing, kept shoveling food into his mouth.

One box of rice.

Two boxes... by the time he had finished the fifth box completely, even licking the last grain of rice into his mouth, the two women opposite him were utterly stunned.

The two of them combined had only eaten half a box of rice.

"Are you... the reincarnation of a starved ghost?" Lin Xiaocao murmured to herself.

Wang Fugui wiped his mouth somewhat sheepishly.

"Lots of work makes one hungry fast."

Having eaten and drunk his fill, the side effects of his Golden Finger began to manifest.

Surges of heat rose from his stomach, quickly flowing through his entire body. Wang Fugui's body temperature began to rise sharply, a thin layer of sweat appearing on his skin, and the temperature of the entire dorm grew hot and stifling along with it.

He felt like an operating boiler, flustered by the heat.

"It's too hot..."

He muttered, casually taking off his sweat-soaked tank top and draping it over the bed rail.

Under the light, his terrifyingly lean and strong muscles were revealed without reservation to the two women.

Knotted latissimus dorsi, clearly defined abdominals, and a chest full of explosive power that rose and fell slightly with his breathing.

Sweat slid slowly down his sculpted muscle lines, gleaming with an oily luster under the light.

Chen Yun's breathing stopped for a second.

She subconsciously stuck out the tip of her tongue and lightly licked her dry lips, an action full of unconscious temptation.

Lin Xiaocao turned around with a "swish," her back to him, but her ears, so red they looked ready to drip blood, completely betrayed her inner thoughts.

In the toilet stall, that hard and burning chest, that oppressive body, that fatal touch... scene after scene replayed wildly in her mind, making her feel weak all over.

In the entire room, only the thick, inseparable masculine aura radiating from Wang Fugui remained.

This aura was a lethal medicine for Chen Yun, but for Lin Xiaocao, it was a poison that threw her heart into chaos.

It was time for lights out.

The three of them lay down separately, no one speaking.

The darkness amplified all senses and thoughts.

Soon, the sound of Wang Fugui's even breathing could be heard; he was exhausted.

Chen Yun lay on the floor mat, smelling the scent in the air that put her at ease, her lips curling into a satisfied arc.

Only Lin Xiaocao tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

She kept her eyes open in the dark, a battle raging in her mind.

After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly sat up.

A thought grew wildly in her heart, finally breaking through all her reserve and timidity.

"Sis..."

Her voice rang out in the dead silence of the dark, carrying a trace of imperceptible trembling, yet it was exceptionally firm.

Chen Yun gave a hum of inquiry, somewhat surprised that she would speak up first.

Lin Xiaocao gripped the sheets beneath her, summoning all the courage of her life, and asked word by word.

"Since you can use him... can I use him too?"