He was in pain to boot.
"Can you handle it yourself?" Zhuang Jing glanced at Gu Ran's pants.
"Yes, yes, no problem!"
Zhuang Jing smiled, didn't say much further, and Gu Ran's hurry seemed to surpass that of a mute youth who helped an elder only to be wrongly accused of extortion.
Before the door even closed, Gu Ran began to take off his pants.
Let alone in Zhuang Jing's private bathroom, even in his own room at Villa of Yearning, Gu Ran now sits down to pee.
He held onto the toilet, slowly turned around, lifted the toilet seat, and sat down directly.
"Phew."
His spine didn't hurt so much anymore.
Just then, the hastily lifted toilet seat slowly fell down with a clatter, landing on his spine.
"Ah!!"
"Ran?" Zhuang Jing, who had been waiting at the door, knocked and asked tentatively.
"It's, it's nothing." Mustering all his will, with 9.99 parts for enduring the pain, the remaining 0.001 part's voice was even fainter than the sound of trickling water.
