Emily Clark was dumbfounded when he heard that. Sure, women are said to be naturally unreasonable, but he’d never heard of anyone being this unreasonable. If anyone was being a rascal, it was because you worked so hard to climb up to the seventh floor and forced me into it. To put it in a more popular way these days, I was the one who got taken advantage of.

However, when it comes to a woman’s chest being touched, whether in the mortal world or the heavens, there’s an unspoken rule: it’s always the man who takes advantage, the man who’s at fault. So Emily Clark wasn’t shameless enough to blame Yvonne Foster for what happened.

“I didn’t do it on purpose!” Emily Clark said, feeling even more wronged.

“Even if it wasn’t on purpose, it still happened. If it was on purpose, that would be even worse!” Yvonne Foster continued, her eyes brimming with tears, looking as if they might fall at any moment. Honestly, a girl with a bit of boyish handsomeness crying like that was especially heart-wrenching, as if a woman who was usually so strong suddenly became fragile.

Although Emily Clark knew very well that Yvonne Foster was being unreasonable, he really couldn’t bring himself to say anything hurtful at this point. After all, he really had touched her “Jade Maiden Peaks” just now, even if it was through her clothes. But the seriousness of this matter was entirely up to the woman’s word—if she said it was serious, then it was; if she said it wasn’t, then even if you reached under her clothes, it wouldn’t matter.

“All right, I already touched you. What do you want me to do?” In this situation, Emily Clark really couldn’t argue with a woman.

A sly glint flashed in Yvonne Foster’s tearful eyes. At least this “first touch” had regained some value.

“Then you have to agree to let me co-rent this apartment with you.” Yvonne Foster wiped her watery eyes with her hand and said triumphantly.

Emily Clark really didn’t want to invite trouble, especially since this apartment was so small—so small that there was only one bathroom. Having a woman move in would probably make even going to the bathroom a hassle.

Right now, his cultivation was nowhere near the level where he could avoid using the bathroom.

“Can we change the condition? Like, maybe I treat you to a meal?” Although he was strapped for cash, Emily Clark would rather spend money to avoid disaster.

“No way!” Yvonne Foster said in a tone that brooked no refusal from Emily Clark.

“Didn’t you just say it? Even if it wasn’t on purpose, it still happened. If it was on purpose, that would be terrible. What if I relapse and you end up suffering a big loss?” Emily Clark persisted, staring lecherously at Yvonne Foster’s ample chest as he spoke.

To be honest, Yvonne Foster’s chest really was attractive—firm and full. Especially after having just felt it, it seemed even more appealing.

You brat, I’ll let it go for now, but once I move in, I’ll make you pay.

A faint blush flashed across Yvonne Foster’s face as she took a deep breath. She knew Emily Clark was trying to drive her away.

“Just try it! I’ve had training!” Yvonne Foster struck a pose, looking heroic and truly cool!

Emily Clark couldn’t help but laugh and cry. If he really wanted to use force, even if Wong Fei-hung were reborn, he’d still get knocked down.

But he could tell that this woman was dead set on latching onto him—otherwise, this matter would never end.

“All right then, but let’s be clear before you move in: rent is split evenly, four hundred each!” Emily Clark compromised helplessly.

Renting to anyone is still renting, and besides, the woman wasn’t wrong—having a beauty at home is easy on the eyes! Emily Clark comforted himself with this thought as he agreed.

Hmph, kid, there’s a long road ahead. I’ll take my time dealing with you!

“Deal!” Yvonne Foster agreed cheerfully, finally breaking into a radiant smile. But no matter how Emily Clark looked at it, he felt there was something sinister behind that brightness.

Honestly, I’m getting more and more useless as I get older. What am I afraid of, just a little girl! Emily Clark secretly despised himself and made a gesture inviting her in.

Yvonne Foster glanced warily at Emily Clark’s arm before dragging her huge suitcase through the door.

Aside from being small, old, and on the top floor, the apartment actually had a nice layout and reasonable rent. Both rooms faced the sun and there was even a small balcony.

After a quick look around, Yvonne Foster was only dissatisfied with the cleanliness of her own room—no surprise, since it had been occupied by a lazy fat guy. Everything else she found quite satisfactory. In particular, the tidiness of Emily Clark’s room left a deep and positive impression on her; she’d rarely seen a guy’s room so neat and fresh.

But after touring Emily Clark’s room, she gave him a meaningful glance and asked mysteriously, “You’re not gay, are you?”

Yeah, a man who doesn’t like sharing an apartment with a pretty woman and keeps his room this clean and tidy really does seem a bit suspicious—probably the type who likes to play the “bottom” role. Yvonne Foster came to this conclusion from a medical professional’s perspective.

Emily Clark almost fainted on the spot. He was already miserable enough, having fallen from the heavens to become a mere mortal, and now, thanks to this woman, he’d even lost the right to be considered a normal man—labeled as gay.

“Then are you a lesbian?” Emily Clark retorted irritably.

Yvonne Foster didn’t seem to mind at all. She even patted Emily Clark’s shoulder seriously and said, “Sorry, I’m not. But really, there’s nothing wrong with being gay. Don’t worry, as a medical professional, I have absolutely no prejudice against homosexuals. By the way, were you born with this orientation, or did it develop later?”