Seeing that Zhong Tingyue was drunk, Chu Fang had no choice but to carry her to his room and take care of her all night.

She was really worried about sleeping alone.

Zhong Tingyue lay quietly on the bed, her cheeks flushed with a faint blush under the soft light, looking quite adorable. A slight smile played on her lips, giving her an innocent and naive air.

Zhong Tingyue watched Chu Fang wash her face with her watery eyes. Suddenly, she started laughing hysterically. Chu Fang asked, puzzled, "Are you having an episode?"

Zhong Tingyue shook her head: "Chu Fang, I love you so much."

"You have good taste!" Chu Fang gave a thumbs up.

Do you love me?

"Why are you here again?"

You didn't answer just now.

Chu Fang tilted his head and stared at the other person: "Ms. Zhong, you seem to talk a lot when you're drunk."

“Because this is my true self.” Zhong Tingyue tilted her chin slightly so that Chu Fang could wipe his neck, her voice carrying a cheerful tone: “Actually, I usually pretend, putting on a cold and aloof act, keeping strangers at bay, but today I’m not pretending anymore, I’m laying it all out, I just talk a lot!”

You can only talk so much when you're drunk... Chu Fangcai didn't believe what she said, thinking to himself.

After wiping her face, he brought a basin of hot water into the room, helped Zhong Tingyue up, and took off her shoes. Her feet were exquisite, with strong yet slender ankles, smooth and delicate insteps, neatly and evenly arranged toes, and cleanly trimmed nails, like a carefully sculpted work of art.

Zhong Tingyue swung her legs, as if showing them off: "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Tell the truth?"

“Hmm… …” Upon hearing this, Zhong Tingyue’s eyes darted around. “Given your personality, you wouldn’t praise my feet. The truth would only belittle me. So you might as well lie.”

Are you drunk?

How can someone have such meticulous logical thinking?

And the analysis was actually correct.

Seeing her boyfriend's embarrassed expression, Zhong Tingyue smiled smugly, craning her neck and looking very proud.

After washing his feet, Chu Fang settled him into bed and then went to the bathroom to wash up. A little while later, Zhong Tingyue crawled into bed, covered herself with the blanket, and waited for her husband to come to bed like a familiar wife.

Chu Fang then crawled into bed, but he woke up with a start, his eyes wide as saucers: "What are you doing?"

At that moment, he felt a smooth, delicate body, freed from the constraints of clothing, fully revealed before him.

They used to sleep fully clothed, but today she actually took off her clothes, something he hadn't expected.

To this, Chu could only say one thing:

Alcohol is a wonderful thing, I suggest you drink more!

Zhong Tingyue grinned, a wicked smile playing on her lips: "I'll fuck you!"

Chu Fang tugged at his clothes, feigning innocence: "That's not a good idea, after all, I'm an innocent person."

Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes at him, snorted softly as if she was angry, turned over and ignored Chu Fang, who scratched his head, looking bewildered.

What's wrong?

Isn't this how we usually play?

Why are you so agitated today?

After brainstorming and repeated consideration, Chu Fang made a decision: if the meat is offered to him, he might as well eat it.

If you don't eat, are you even a man?

Is he even human?

Having made up his mind, Chu Fang flipped over and pinned Zhong Tingyue beneath him, a bitter smile immediately appearing on his face.

Zhong Tingyue closed her eyes, her breathing even, and peacefully drifted off to sleep.

paralysis!

So you fell asleep while I was thinking for a while?

Are you a good fit?

You just stirred up a fire in me, and then you went to sleep.

You only care about takeoff and not landing?

You are an unqualified pilot!

At this moment, Chu Fang's resentment was enough to feed ten evil sword immortals.

He could only sigh sadly at this, for there is so much suffering in the world, and nothing is more painful than this.

He had no choice but to get up and take a cold shower before his desires were completely calmed.

Back in the bedroom, he slipped under the covers, propped himself up with one hand, and gazed at Zhong Tingyue—her beautiful face, high nose bridge, smooth skin...

The anger in his heart suddenly vanished, replaced by a peaceful state of mind.

... ...

Before dawn, Chu Fangbian was already awake, his two large eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, his gaze lifeless, as if he were in a daze.

I spent a sleepless night.

At this moment, he was pondering a question: Should I really marry this woman?

Zhong Tingyue really tormented him last night!

She kept pulling at the blanket, kicking him, yelling for water, and saying she needed to go to the toilet... It seemed like she was busier sleeping than working, making Chu Fang jump around in a frenzy.

Chu Fang turned his head and met Zhong Tingyue's clear eyes, saying, "You're really something, Zhong Tingyue."

"Are you praising me?" Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips.

"Yes."

"Thank you for staying up."

Fuck your grandma's legs!

Chu Fang couldn't continue his conversation with the woman, so he got up, stormed out of the room, quickly washed up, felt much refreshed, and then started making breakfast.

A moment later, Zhong Tingyue slowly walked out of the bedroom and happened to run into Zhong Rou, who said with a serious look in her eyes, "Sister, what you did yesterday wasn't good. Drink less alcohol."

"I see."

"The main problem is that you have a bad drinking habit. When you're drunk, you keep bothering your brother-in-law. You should send the video of you being drunk yesterday to your parents."

Zhong Tingyue was stretching, revealing her shapely waist, and said slowly, "You dare!"

"Unless... you give me a hundred yuan for pocket money."

"Are you serious?"

Meeting those cold eyes, Zhong Rou felt a ripple in her heart. After thinking for a moment, she said with a grin, "Sister, I was just kidding."

Zhong Rou recalled the fear of being dominated by her older sister.

After eating, Zhong Rou immediately went to school with her schoolbag on her back.

Because of yesterday's dinner party, the studio was closed for the day. Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue didn't go to work and stayed at home. The former was lying on the sofa, squinting and catching up on sleep, while the latter was full of energy, taking out her drawing tools and concentrating on drawing her two pets.

A cat and a dog were squatting in front, looking well-behaved and adorable.

Was I really that daring yesterday?

Chu Fang answered softly, "Mm."

"You really didn't do anything?"

"Um."

“I’m sleeping naked next to you, and you don’t even make a move. Mr. Chu, is there really something wrong with you in that area? Why don’t you go to the hospital for a checkup?”

"You seem a little unhappy?"

"Hmm... For a couple, a good sex life can enrich their relationship; conversely, a bad sex life can lead to the risk of marital breakdown."

Chu Fang suddenly opened his eyes: "Come on, come on, I'll show you what a man is, what a man's virility is, what it means to be a pillar supporting the sky, indestructible."

“I’m not going.” Zhong Tingyue smiled.

You're all talk and no action!

The room quieted down. While Chu Fang was catching up on sleep, Zhong Tingyue was drawing the kittens and puppies in front of her. Before long, the two pets came to life on the paper.

She touched her chin, looking somewhat dissatisfied. She glanced back at her boyfriend, two dimples appearing on her face.

When Chu Fang woke up, he looked at the painting and asked in confusion, "We only have two pets at home, where did the third one come from?"

Don't you think the third one looks a lot like you?

"Zhong Tingyue, I will never let you get away with this."

... ...

At noon, after a simple meal of stir-fried dishes, Zhong Tingyue pulled Chu Fang outside, saying, "Let's go to Disneyland."

Chu Fang looked at him with disdain, his steps unwavering: "How old are you?"

Despite it being working hours, Disneyland was still packed with people, and long queues were inevitable, but even so, it didn't dampen the couple's good mood.

They didn't care what games they played, but rather the time they spent together.

... ...