It's hard to quit, but it's the perfect marriage!

"What did you say?" Zhou Yinghuai asked urgently. "What did you say?"

The person in his arms unconsciously found a more comfortable position and wrapped their arms around Zhou Yinghuai's neck.

With her forehead pressed against his, she murmured, "I like Zhou Yinghuai."

"A little bit of liking."

Just two simple sentences, no more than twenty words.

Zhou Yinghuai, who was holding Zhu Xi, froze and tightened his arms around her.

It was like hearing a mesmerizing celestial melody, and I began to feel completely disoriented.

The warmth on the back of his neck felt so real; her pulse pressed against his stubble.

Even though the speaker was right next to them, it felt like they were in the clouds.

Melodious, ethereal.

It smells sweet and pleasant.

His surprised gaze fell on the face of the drunk man in his arms. He didn't mean to tease him, but he managed to make him pout.

A smile played on his lips, and his heart pounded with excitement.

Zhou Yinghuai stood there quietly for a long time.

There was only one voice all around him, in his ears, and throughout the entire house.

Don't tell Zhou Yinghuai that she also has a bit of a crush on him.

She likes him.

She liked him a little bit.

Although it's only a little bit.

Zhou Yinghuai felt as if he had discovered a new continent; what he thought was a solo performance now had music and harmony.

His emotions found a foothold.

Her affection brought him immense joy and satisfaction.

Zhou Yinghuai kept looking at her, staring at her intently.

Zhou Yinghuai stood like a statue, holding the drunk man without feeling tired.

He wanted to laugh, but he was afraid that if he laughed too loudly, he would wake her up.

He wanted to wake her up, cup her face in his hands, and ask her the answer she wanted to know.

But he can't.

He couldn't bear it, he was reluctant to part with it, and he dared not.

The unreal joy of this unexpected windfall did not overwhelm his rationality; Zhou Yinghuai's innate sense of worthyness was once again fulfilled.

The first person he fell in love with shared the same feelings.

A hazy moon shines outside the window, while an ambiguous atmosphere fills the room.

Zhuhe came out of the guest room to pour wine, and seeing him standing there dumbfounded, holding someone, he laughed and asked, "What's going on?"

Zhou Yinghuai snapped out of his daze, tightened his arms around the person, and pulled him closer to his chest. "My legs are numb."

"I thought you were working out while holding my sister!" Zhu He teased. "You seem to have a habit of working out, right?"

Zhou Yinghuai: "Of course. My sister says no woman dislikes abs."

"Coincidentally, my sister said the same thing."

"My sister also said that thin skin is best, as too much skin is cumbersome and frightening." This is what Zhou Lingyi said.

"My sister saw a lot of men when she was interning in urology. She usually liked men who looked slim in clothes but were muscular when they took their clothes off."

Zhu Xi did indeed have a great time in the urology department back then, and even shared quite a few of the sights with Zhu He.

Zhou Yinghuai: "She's a doctor, so nothing surprises her."

Zhuhe glanced at him, her eyes mocking, but clearly saying "it's all for the best."

Although he didn't know what had just happened to Zhou Yinghuai, he knew all too well what kind of behavior Zhu Xi had when he was drunk.

Su Daiqing said more than once that Zhu Xi was a demon.

A single, unwavering gaze can devour a person's soul and reason; a touch of something subtle that seems like affection, and he'll willingly cleanse himself and offer up his entire soul.

In this way, Su Daiqing talked about everything from before they started dating to after they broke up.

Even on the night he decided to return to China and issued a congratulatory letter, he was still talking about it.

Now, the second soul that Zhu Xi devoured has also voluntarily cleansed itself.

Congratulations! I saw my sleeping sister; she's beautiful, even when she's asleep, her face is gorgeous.

He firmly believed that only his own parents disliked Zhu Xi.

Everyone will fall in love with her.

"Really?" Zhu He asked with a smile.

Zhou Yinghuai hummed in agreement, moved a little to the right, and replied with feigned seriousness, "Want to come out and get some drinks?"

Zhuhe shrugged, raised his empty glass, and said, "I can't sleep anyway."

Zhou Yinghuai: "I didn't realize you were still a heavy drinker."

Congratulations: "You might as well just say I don't want to drown my sorrows in alcohol."

Suppressing the overwhelming sense of satisfaction in his heart, Zhou Yinghuai said, "You're an adult, I don't care about you."

Congratulations: "My sister is also an adult; we're about the same age."

Zhou Yinghuai looked down at the person in his arms and felt her warm breath on his neck.

He stopped talking to He Zhu and said, "I took her back to her room."

He offered his congratulations without saying a word, then lowered his head and poured himself a glass of wine.

The specially made goblet was stained with red liquid. He held it up and observed the color in the light.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Zhou Yinghuai's foot just taking a step. "Hey."

Zhou Yinghuai stopped and looked back at him.

Congratulations, he said casually, "As a friend, let me give you a heads-up."

Having just taken a step, Zhou Yinghuai had no choice but to listen attentively, "I'd like to hear the details."

Zhu He took a sip of his wine and said quietly, "Just take what Xi Xi says when she's drunk with a grain of salt."

"Huh?" Zhou Yinghuai didn't understand. "What?"

Zhuhe glanced at the sleeping Zhuxi and sighed inwardly, "Drinking leads to trouble, sister."

And then he couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, even a business tycoon like Zhou Yinghuai, like Su Daiqing, had fallen into this trap without even realizing it.

"She won't recognize a single word she said when she's sober. I suggest you don't ask her anything, unless you're worried about it backfiring." That was all he said. Zhu He shrugged. "Take her to her room and then come out. I'll be waiting for you in the study."

Zhou Yinghuai looked at Zhu He's unconcerned back and then at his wife, who was drunk and unconscious.

Once again, I sighed with regret for not being able to have the grapes.

Congratulations on your skillful handling of tough issues with a soft touch.

It seemed like he was given absolute freedom, but in reality, he was completely under the control of the congratulatory spirit.

Congratulations! If you take a step back, Zhou Yinghuai and Zhu Xi will take a big step forward.

on the contrary.

Only two words came to Zhou Yinghuai's mind: "Don't speak."

I won't talk about it.

He gently placed the person on the bed.

Zhu Xi pressed her head against the pillow, gave a haughty snort, and turned her head to continue sleeping.

Zhou Yinghuai raised an eyebrow and let out a long sigh. He twirled the end of her hair and said, "Sister Xi, I really like even the little bit of affection you show me."

He smiled, leaned down, and kissed her cheek.

I got up and turned off the light.

Before even reaching the door, they turned back.

In the darkness, two figures intertwined, skimming the surface like dragonflies.

Intertwined and separated, separated and entwined again.

-

In the study, Zhuhe had already poured wine for Zhou Yinghuai.

He flipped his watch over. "My sister's throwing a tantrum again?"

"She's very quiet and has excellent drinking manners." Zhou Yinghuai strolled in. "Is there something you need?"

Zhuhe raised his hand, gesturing for him to sit, and then raised his glass to clink with his.

"Is Xixi really not awake?" Congratulations, a question asked knowingly.

Zhou Yinghuai took a sip of wine. "He's awake. I knocked him out with one punch."

"No wonder it took so long."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yinghuai's face burned with embarrassment.

Those awkward half-minutes felt like an eternity.

Zhou Yinghuai drank one cup after another, and drank quite a lot.

Congratulations were accompanied by toasts.

the end.

Zhou Yinghuai asked, "What's the matter?"

Congratulations, nodding. "I have something to say."

"Um?"

Congratulations! Pour him a drink; this time it's aged wine, a cool peach-flavored liquor.

Zhu He picked up the small, exquisite Song Dynasty bamboo hat cup and clinked it against the cup next to Zhou Yinghuai's.

He downed the drink in one gulp, his voice low and deep, "Something big."