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Places like toilets are dirty and smelly, and that's what low-class people do.

How could Wen Ruan be willing to sweep the toilet? She looked at Gao Ke for help and begged in a low voice.

"Keke, can you help me ask your friend for mercy, please?"

"I'm a wood-type mutant. I can do other things."

Wei Jie was also somewhat displeased when he heard this. How could someone as gentle as a fairy go to such a filthy place as the toilet?

However, this punishment is already very light.

Gao Ke looked blank. Sweeping the toilet is considered a punishment?

"It's fine if you don't want to clean the toilet, but don't blame me for being rude if you guys offend our young lady."

The surrounding soldiers activated their special powers one after another, waiting for Su Yang's order to wipe out the few people.

A Qiang said, "Ruanruan, just sweep the toilet. It may be a little dirty and tiring, but it's better than dying."

Wenruan cried even harder when she heard that. That was why she didn't want to sweep the toilet anymore.

Seeing her crying and refusing to agree, Aqiang felt a little annoyed.

The lives of the brothers are not as important as her purity?

What's wrong with her being wronged?

Didn’t you just say in a righteous manner that you would do this and that to save people?

Wei Jie was in a dilemma. On the one hand, he felt sorry for Wen Ruan and didn't want her to do hard work, but on the other hand, it was his own life and the lives of his brothers that were at stake.

"Brother Jie, what are you thinking about?"

His brother, who had been through thick and thin with him, already showed emotions. Wei Jie glanced at Wenruan, and his dry lips slightly opened.

"Or, Ruanruan, you just have to bear with the injustice."

Wen Ruan seemed to be hit hard. Her red eyes looked at Wei Jie in disbelief.

Wei Jie also asked her to sweep the toilet?

Wenruan's tears were streaming down her face. No matter how wronged or pitiful she felt, she was unable to sway the people around her.

Compared to death, cleaning toilets for a few days is nothing.

The mockery in Jiang Run's eyes became more and more obvious. "You are the only one who doesn't want to do the cleaning. Why do you say you want to save all living beings, you saint."

These light words hit everyone's heart hard.

Yes.

It's just a cleaning job, why would Wenruan take such a risk?

Didn’t you just say righteously that you wanted to save people?

As a result, Miss Jiang asked her to go down to the arena, but she was unwilling to do so.

Even if you ask her to sweep the toilet, she still won't want to do it.

Everyone looked at Wenruan with contempt. Miss Jiang was right, she was a saint!

Wenruan stopped crying and followed Jiang Run with her eyes.

"I'm not a saint. If you rely on your superpowers to bully others, there will always be someone stronger than you to bully you!"

She said this angrily and picked up the bucket and broom that Su Yang had thrown on the ground.

Seeing her compromise, Wei Jie and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for being so generous and not making a fuss with us."

She was bullied by Jiang Run, and her man even apologized to Jiang Run in a servile manner.

Wenruan squeezed the broom in his hand harder and harder, and his fingertips turned white from the excessive force.

Jiang Run's voice was clear and seductive, "You're welcome. Su Yang, take these psychics down and entertain them well."

Jiang Run was already tired of fighting and killing. To deal with a woman like Wen Ruan who was ambitious, he only needed one move to break her heart.

Rong Qingyue seemed to know what Jiang Run was thinking. He just took her slightly cold hand and put it inside his warm coat.

"Rong Qingyue, do you think I'm bad?"

The two walked side by side, and Jiang Run suddenly asked.

Wen Ruan had not done any substantial harm to her, so there was no need for her to treat Wen Ruan like that just because of a few verbal frictions.

Upon hearing this, Rong Qingyue paused and stopped solemnly.

The wind and snow were blowing, and his voice was floating in the night.

"Jiang Run, don't underestimate yourself."

This was the first time in a long time that he called her by her name.

"You help the weak, not for reward."

"You established the base not for fame or fortune."

"You did very well."

"You are the most outstanding woman I have ever met."

"Arun." He tucked the loose hair behind her ear, and his rough knuckles brushed against her small earlobe.

"I am proud of you all the time."

The originally gloomy and depressed mood gradually dissipated.

Jiang Run exhaled lightly, and white mist dispersed.

"Rong Qingyue, who did you learn how to coax people from?"

In the past, he would just say sorry over and over again.

Hearing the sarcasm in Jiang Run's words, Rong Qingyue clasped her palms slightly, and her delicate face was squeezed like a dumpling.

"Ah, it hurts!"

The man subconsciously loosened his grip, and Jiang Run Qingyue easily broke free from his grip and trotted in the snow.

"Some people are getting angry out of shame, tut tut tut."

Rong Qingyue couldn't see it, so he walked slowly in the direction of her voice.

The hands he kept in his sleeves seemed to still retain the smooth touch of her skin.

……

Before dawn, Wenruan was woken up.

A rag, a bucket, and a stack of garbage bags.

"Hurry up and clean the toilet!"

The person who urged her to get up looked unfamiliar. He was a psychic in the base.

He is the person specifically responsible for supervising Wenruan to complete the toilet cleaning work.

Wenruan went to bed at three o'clock last night, and now it's not even six o'clock and she's been woken up.

She and Wei Jie and others lived in the same suite. When she got up, Wei Jie and others had their doors closed and were snoring loudly.

She bit her lip softly, put on a mask, and took the cleaning tools with her.

The psychic took her to a public restroom.

Before I even got close, I could smell a foul smell.

Wenruan's face turned pale and he began to dry heave repeatedly.

"Don't be so pretentious, get to work!"

The psychic didn't care whether Wen Ruan could adapt or not. He saw that she was acting slowly and leisurely like a lady, so he kicked her directly.

Wenruan staggered after being kicked, and his hand touched something dirty.

She screamed, her hands shaking but not knowing where to wipe them, she was filled with disgust.

"If you don't finish cleaning up today, you won't be allowed to eat!"

After saying this, the psychic walked to a place ten meters away, watching Wenruan's movements from afar.

This toilet stinks so bad.

The ground was covered with dirty paper towels and feces...

Although Wenruan was extremely reluctant, she had no choice but to squat down and clean up the mess bit by bit.

She moved very slowly, and after a whole day of cleaning, she only finished a quarter of the work.

It was already dark.

It's time for the psychics to get off work.

"I don't care about you anymore, just go back by yourself."

"Anyway, the boss has said that when you finish cleaning this toilet, you can eat."

The figure of the psychic disappeared towards the intersection. Wen Ruan immediately took off his gloves and vomited wildly while holding onto the wall.

The acid in her stomach had already been vomited out, and now she was just dry-heaving.

After a day of hard work, Wenruan was exhausted both physically and mentally.

She didn't need to smell to know that she stank.

Wen Ruan walked towards her residence with weak steps, her resentment towards Jiang Run and Gao Ke growing in her heart.

She hates Jiang Run.

He made a big deal out of a tiny matter and ended up in this state for her.

She hated Gao Ke even more. They had been classmates for four years, but he refused to say a good word for her.

Wen Ruan relied on her hatred for Jiang Run and Gao Ke to make it to the door of her residence.

The door is unlocked.

Wei Jie must have felt sorry for her and thought she would be back soon, so he left the door open for her.

Wen Ruan felt a slight warmth in her heart and her nose felt sore. Fortunately, Wei Jie was thinking about her.

She pushed the door open and walked in, and a long-lost fragrance hit her nose.

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