Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Ah zhemu looked around with his face, and first recognized that this should be a hotel room by the very weak natural light, while he was lying on the big bed of his bedroom, with his shoulder resting on the young lady who had already owned a famous flower.

All of a sudden, it seems that she feels the changes around her. In her sleep, mu xiaorou unconsciously frowns, dawdles and comes closer to him.

As soon as ah Zhe's breath stopped, he subconsciously wanted to hide back, but his body was pulled by some external force.

He felt numb on his scalp. Later, he realized that a pair of delicate hands of his eldest lady were firmly wrapped around his waist.

“......”

In shock, he did not dare to see if Mu Rouguang had any extra clothes under his bare shoulders. His face was burning and he tried to avoid them, but he moved to the floor and saw a mess of clothes.

After careful identification, he recognized his shirt, trousers and a dress.

Ah Zhe, "..."

He was surprised. He was really surprised. His memory of the last second was still in the bar. How could he lie on an incredible bed with his eyes open? He was still in such an incredible environment.

Just as he was thinking about whether he should push her away now and jump down the window or break his neck by crashing against the load-bearing wall, a slight hum came from his ear.

Looking down, Miss Mu opened her eyes. There was no wave in her clear eyes.

Ah Zhe's back is stiff. He has some silly eyes. He doesn't know what to do. Do you want to say good morning to her?

He is doing complex psychological struggle here, but mu xiaorou just looked at him and said calmly, "you wake up."

Then he pulled back his arm around him and sat up with no expression. He grabbed the quilt and wrapped himself firmly in the dazed sight of a Zhe. Instead of looking at the expression of a Zhe, he got out of bed and peeled off the skirt entangled with the man's suit pants. He walked into the bathroom with one hand and looked calm as a robot.

The sound of the water in the bathroom rang and stopped. When she came out in her wrinkled skirt, ah zhe had already put on his shirt and trousers, and his clothes were full of tangled and ambiguous wrinkles.

When mu xiaorou came out, she saw that he was rubbing the corner of his shirt. She couldn't help smoking.

Feeling as if there were two eyes staring at him, ah zhe moved his hand and looked up awkwardly. After a while, he said, "Miss, where are we?"

"Hotel." Mu xiaorou replied dryly, "you drank too much last night. I went to the bar to pick you up. I didn't know where your home was, so I brought you here."

"... oh."

She has a light face. By contrast, ah zhe feels that she is more like a good girl who has been treated by others.

He struggled for a while unnaturally, racking his brains to remember what happened last night.

There is a problem with him. He is meticulous in his daily work, and his memory is extraordinary. However, as long as he drinks, he seems to be a different person. When he gets a little drunk, his brain will no longer store his memory.

However, looking at the current situation, it seems that there are both human and material evidence, and that neither of them has a clue

But mu xiaorou's reaction is not right. She is a little too calm.

Ah zhe suddenly became nervous and wondered if she had been stimulated by what she had done last night.

Thinking of this, he felt more and more flustered and decided to stop thinking and ask clearly.

After a moment's silence, he felt that the atmosphere around him was inexplicably awkward. He coughed softly and said, "Miss, I and we were last night. Is it... Is it..."

"What do you want to ask?" Mu xiaorou looks over without expression.

By her sudden interruption, Azer almost bit off his tongue, and it took a lot of effort to find a trace of voice, "I - have you done anything you shouldn't do?"