After taking a cold shower, my body felt much better, and the tight string gradually relaxed.

He washed his hair again, and the small bathroom was filled with the smell of shampoo.

These rough guys don't use shampoo or soap very much, so Rong Jincheng is like an alien in their eyes, he loves to be clean.

In this place, Rong Jincheng even learned to wash clothes.

In the past, there was no need for him to do such work. He was busy doing laundry and cooking when he had not enough time to indulge in extravagant activities. That was done by servants.

Rong Jincheng thought, he is not Rong Jincheng now, he is Xiaoliu.

After he came to New York, he completely changed his appearance. Except for his face, everything else changed.

He took a shower very quickly, taking about ten minutes to finish. He opened the bathroom door and put his clothes in the basin.

There is no hair dryer here, just wipe it with a dry towel and let it dry naturally.

Rong Jincheng came out wearing big black pants, his upper body was bare, he breathed a sigh of relief, and really enjoyed the night breeze.

The wind carried the fragrance of rose flowers, the moonlight was blurry, and there was no one in the yard.

Most people have to find work in the evening. Rong Jincheng didn't want to work today and came back early. During the day on weekends, a group of them would gather in the yard to play cards.

This is a slum anyway, no one will come to check.

Whether it's fighting or gambling, it doesn't matter.

The fire in Rong Jincheng's body was suppressed. While he was enjoying the cool air in the yard and blowing his hair, he lit another cigarette and leaned against the wall.

The wind is so comfortable.

He took several puffs of cigarette.

The moonlight shines in the courtyard, and the flower pots in the courtyard are full of roses. This is the only bright color in this place.

The place where a group of men live is quite messy. They usually don't bother to clean it up. They sleep during the day and work at night. They don't do things like tidying up the house.

Rong Jincheng tidied things up at first, but later he became lazy and stopped tidying up.

After smoking a cigarette, he washed off his clothes and hung them all to dry on the rope outside.

There was a rustling sound in the room next door. After a while, the door opened and a woman dressed in a sexy dress walked out twisting her waist.

She flipped up her hair and happened to see Rong Jincheng drying his clothes.

She looked Rong Jincheng up and down.

She walked over, rubbed her white arm against Rong Jincheng, and said, "Brother, are you drying your clothes alone?"

"That's right, how about you dry it for me?" Rong Jincheng didn't buy it.

"Stop showing off your clothes, what do you think I look like?" the woman cooed, one hand ready to wrap around Rong Jincheng's neck.
Chapter completed!