The Little Ancestor Teaches You How To Live
Chapter 307: The Has-Been Male Celebrity’s Nephew (2)_1

Chapter 307: Chapter 307: The Has-Been Male Celebrity’s Nephew (2)_1

She hesitated for a moment, and the last bit of reason reminded her of some things.

So, she put down her foot and instead used her hand to turn the doorknob.

As the door opened, there was a strange man inside playing the guitar.

The stranger was still lost in his own world, showing no sign of stopping.

"Stop making noise!" Susu said angrily, her face stern.

The man stopped playing, glanced at Susu, and said impatiently, "I know who you are. Don’t talk to me, I’m really annoyed right now."

After saying that, he turned his back, adjusted his guitar, and then prepared to continue playing.

He’s annoyed?

Susu, who had been woken up by the noise, was already very angry.

Now her anger was utterly uncontrollable.

She punched the wall next to her.

"Bang—"

The wall shook, and the white plaster on it cracked.

"What, did, you, say?" Susu asked with maximum anger, enunciating every word.

However, the man had turned his back already and hadn’t seen the plaster crack.

And Susu’s voice was a harmless, soft coo, so the man in the room didn’t take it seriously.

"I told you not to bother me," the man repeated.

No sooner had the man finished speaking than he felt a chill on his back, as a cold draft blew past him.

Then, a tremendous force yanked him, pulling him off the chair and onto the bed.

He landed heavily on the bed, face down, back up.

Thankfully the mattress was soft enough, or else his face, his livelihood, might have been ruined.

Before he could react to what was happening, something fell onto his back, weighing him down heavily, preventing him from turning over easily.

"What the hell?!"

The man was full of question marks.

He had no idea what had happened.

As he was puzzling over this, suddenly, a force tugged at his pants, pulling them down effortlessly to reveal his buttocks, clad in men’s underwear.

"Holy shit!" The man was both shocked and panicked.

"Smack—"

Then a sharp and loud smack resonated throughout the room.

With that sound, a burning sensation swept across the man’s buttocks.

"Ahhh—"

A wretched scream was then wrenched from the man’s lips, piercing and protracted.

"Smack—" Another strike.

"Ahhh—" Another scream.

Soon, the screams attracted the other housemates.

The first to arrive was Qin Yuze, who lived in the room across the hall. He was in his pajamas, with messy hair, and had only managed to slip on one slipper.

"Susu! Show some mercy!"

Qin Yuze hurried over to stop Susu.

Susu pouted unhappily, "He disturbed my sleep."

Her face was full of sleepiness and great anger.

"I know, I know. I heard the guitar from the next room as well. I know he’s bad, but you can’t hit his butt anymore."

At that moment, Qin Yuze felt some regret; he should have come to intervene when he had first heard the guitar.

It’s just that he had also been sleeping in a daze, and the guitar, while not unpleasant with a mournful and chilly melody, felt quite somnolent, so he turned over and fell back asleep.

"He’s bad! I told him to stop the noise, and he told me not to bother him instead! I’m angry!"

"Uh..." Qin Yuze glanced awkwardly at his cousin with the now-reddened buttocks and suddenly felt no sympathy for him.

Discussing guitars at four-thirty in the morning was one thing, but to have the audacity to talk like that to Aunt Susu, who was woken up and irritated, was another!

If he didn’t get his butt smacked, who would?