Even just a moment would be enough.

...

Warning! Warning! You have been locked onto by enemy aircraft. Please issue commands...

In Zhou Xiao's mind at this moment, he had become a pilot locked on by an enemy plane, staring blankly at the control panel around him.

What instruction was given?

He can't even fly a plane!

chaos...

It was a chaotic explosion.

Zhou Xiao felt that March 7 was more troublesome than facing a full-strength antimatter army. As far as he could see, March 7's dazed eyes were fixed on his eyes, full of expectation.

"Don't look at me like that..." Zhou Xiao said.

"Just look, just look..." The stubborn March 7th not only looked, but also wanted to get close. Swaying and reeking of alcohol, she leaned against the bed and was then knocked down by Zhou Xiao.

"You've really had too much to drink today. As for the answer you want..."

Zhou Xiao looked at March 7, whom he had pinned down on the bed, paused for two seconds, and continued, "As for the answer you want, I can only say that I treated you like a buddy before, and you actually wanted to sleep with me..."

"There's too much information... I need to digest it."

"Let's talk about it later..."

Dude...

We'll talk about it later...

March 7th caught these two keywords, and her rosy little face pouted slightly, looking like she was about to whimper and shed little pearls.

"Zhou Xiao, you're bad..."

"You actually lust after my body..."

"???"

Zhou Xiao was puzzled by March 7's strange words.

Where did you get the idea that he was craving the body on the seventh day of the third lunar month?

It's slander.

She's slandering me...

Seeing March 7th rolling around on the bed in a drunken rage, muttering "Zhou Xiao is bad," Zhou Xiao frowned slightly and then chopped down with a chop.

Um...

Force shutdown.

Clean and quiet.

With a single chop to the neck, there was no further sound in the room.

Zhou Xiao stood quietly by the bed, looking at March 7's disheveled state after rolling around. He silently pulled the blanket out from under March 7 and spread it over her body.

This room... is unusable for sleeping.

After being rolled around like that on March 7th, the whole room reeked of alcohol. He, who had just been planning to take March 7th back to his room, now thought it would be better for him to sleep in March 7th's room.

call--

Zhou Xiao took a deep breath and then exhaled. Before leaving, he checked San Yueqi's breathing to make sure there were no problems with what he had just done before preparing to go.

As soon as the door opened, a figure could be seen carefully tiptoeing towards the corner in the corridor. Hearing the door open, the figure quickened its pace.

"Stop..." Zhou Xiao's voice rang out, causing the figure to stop moving, turn around, yawn, and say to Zhou Xiao:

"Master... Eh? Why did you come out of March 7th's room?"

That figure was none other than Xingmei.

At this moment, Xingmei pretended not to know anything and looked at Zhou Xiao with a puzzled expression.

She had come out to eavesdrop on the commotion, but the room was surprisingly well soundproofed; all she heard was something like "lusting after you, you naughty thing"...

She had just started listening and was about to listen again when there was silence. Then she heard footsteps and had no choice but to tiptoe away.

"Does this matter... have anything to do with you?" Zhou Xiao looked at Xingmei's guilty expression and felt that Xingmei was also involved in this matter.

"Huh? What's wrong? I just came out for a drink of water, what happened, Master?"

Xingmei wanted to keep up the act, but seeing Zhou Xiao's sharp gaze, she couldn't keep up the act any longer.

“Master, it really has nothing to do with me... In March, she asked me to help her keep you here, so I... just went along with it.”

“I see…” Zhou Xiao walked over.

"Since that's the case... why don't you just go along with it and take care of her? You two can sleep together tonight..."

"ah?"

Xingmei was slightly taken aback when she heard Zhou Xiao say that.

"What? You're not happy? If you're not happy, then I'll have to have a good talk with you. You keep calling me 'Master,' but you're actually siding with outsiders..."

Star Girl: T^T

Star Girl: Waaaaah.

"Master, I'll go..." Xingmei replied, indicating that she would never help March 7th again and would just silently watch the drama unfold...

Watched by Zhou Xiao, Xingmei entered the room where March 7th was and carefully closed the door.

"Goodnight, Master..." Xingmei whispered before the door closed.

...

"Okay, goodnight."

The door closed, and Zhou Xiao remained silent, his figure blending into the gradually dimming lights of the corridor.

March 7th...

Do you like me?

What did she do?

Zhou Xiao then carefully considered what March 7 had just said.

That's clearly unrequited love...

How can you notice when you have a crush on someone?

Do you have to know if someone has a crush on me?

Seeing him shake his head, then look around to see whose room he wanted to sleep in, and after thinking for a couple of seconds, he silently walked into the room next door that was before March 7th.

sleep...

As for whether he liked March 7th... he didn't think much about it, just as he had just responded to March 7th.

We'll talk about it later...

He needs to go through a transformation process.

This transformation involves shifting the perspective from that of a buddy or friend to that of a normal girl.

After experiencing that faceless woman dream, he became incredibly rational about lust, just like the fish-killing knife he used to kill fish at RT-Mart for ten years—his heart was as cold as the knife he used to kill fish.

...

Entering March 7's room, although March 7 hadn't stayed there for long, there was still a faint smell of alcohol. Zhou Xiao wrinkled his nose and thought about whether to go to Xingmei's room, but then he thought that both of them had been drinking... so he gave up on the idea.

I glanced at the time, then changed my clothes and went to bed...

The night passed peacefully, and I didn't have any strange dreams.

The next day.

Zhou Xiao woke up at his usual time. He opened his eyes, sat up, and a ray of light shone through the gap in the curtains onto his face.

He paused for two seconds, as if giving his brain time to reboot.

Um?

For some reason, he suddenly felt as if his left hand was touching something soft. This strange sensation made him raise an eyebrow. Then, he turned his head and saw that March 7th was lying in bed, stretching and letting out a soft moan before turning over and continuing to sleep.

Fortunately, the bed was big, so March 7th didn't roll off...

oh.

It's March 7th.

Zhou Xiao hadn't reacted yet.

After three or four seconds, he suddenly realized what was happening.

Holy crap!

March 7th!

Zhou Xiao immediately got out of bed, a look of panic flashing across his previously calm face. To be honest, he had never been more panicked since he transmigrated.

Can anyone tell me... what happened last night?

What is she doing here?

Did I go into the wrong room, or was it her?!