Hmm?

In her hazy state, March 7th rubbed her sleepy eyes. She seemed to see someone standing in front of her bed. She blinked, and her blurry vision gradually became clearer.

oh.

It's Zhou Xiao.

Slow to react, March 7th didn't realize the seriousness of the situation when she saw that it was Zhou Xiao. At that moment, she only felt a slight headache and a throbbing sensation in her head.

Zhou Xiao...

Zhou Xiao?!

Very soon.

Before Zhou Xiao could leave the room, she suddenly sat up, her beautiful eyes wide as she stared at Zhou Xiao not far away.

Her first reaction was much the same as Zhou Xiao's: what happened?

She glanced at herself; it seemed she had changed her clothes.

Beneath a loose-fitting garment were two sections of fair thighs, and whether due to her sleeping position or some other reason, one of her shoulder straps was showing.

She scratched her messy hair and looked at Zhou Xiao again. She wanted to remember what had happened yesterday, but the fragmented memories made it all seem disjointed.

"you..."

"I..."

She and Zhou Xiao made a sound at the same time, and then stopped when they heard each other speak.

"You go first?" Zhou Xiao gave March 7 a chance to speak.

"Nothing happened between us, right?" March 7th's question was quite direct.

"No, I'd really like to know... how you got into this room..." Zhou Xiao first denied it, then asked a question in return.

"This..." March 7th indicated that he didn't know, at least not at this stage.

"Take it easy for a while, and drink less in the future..."

Zhou Xiao feigned composure and retreated back to his room. He felt he needed to find Xingmei and get some answers, as Xingmei probably knew what had happened since he returned to his room.

"Oh... okay."

March 7 nodded, then watched Zhou Xiao leave the room. After Zhou Xiao left, she carefully looked at the room to make sure it was her room.

Did Zhou Xiao go to the wrong place last night?

That shouldn't be the case...

What happened last night?

I drank too much last night, March 7th.

Her memory was fragmented. She shook her head and began to review her memories from the night before when she returned to the hotel.

"Why... does my neck hurt a little?" She shook her head, feeling a slight pain in her neck and was a little puzzled.

"I think I am..."

She remembered that last night, after returning to the hotel, she drank two glasses of high-proof liquor, Belleberg, to bolster her courage to ask Zhou Xiao questions, and afterwards... she returned to her room drunk.

After returning to the room...

She seemed to have mustered the courage to knock on Zhou Xiao's door...

Recalling this moment on March 7th, he touched his chin, his expression becoming somewhat tense.

I actually went and asked...

What was his answer again?

March 7th tapped his head, trying to piece together the fragmented memories.

What type of girl do you like?

"Tell me quickly..."

"It's none of your business..."

"So you have feelings for someone like Himeko?"

Don't you have any feelings for me?

"You have no idea that I was tricked into washing the dishes by you, not because I'm stupid... but because I really wanted to spend a little more time with you..."

Those fragments of conversation flashed through March 7's mind, instantly making her blush.

This...is this really what I said?

How could I possibly say something like that?!

March 7th was a mess.

She was like a candle flickering in the wind, barely clinging to life, and she didn't know how to face Zhou Xiao.

She just wanted to sneak in a friendly attack, but she accidentally used her ultimate ability...

Drinking leads to trouble, but without alcohol, one wouldn't have the guts...

March 7th hid under the covers, looking utterly dejected.

Speaking of which...

How did Zhou Xiao respond?

Rather than fearing social death, she suddenly realized Zhou Xiao's answer...

If Zhou Xiao refuses... what would it mean if he lay on her bed?

If Zhou Xiao agrees, wouldn't it be a bit too casual for him to lie on her bed?

In an instant, a flood of strange thoughts rushed into her mind, plunging her into deep thought.

It seems... Zhou Xiao refused?

Dude...

We'll talk about it later.

These two words were all that came to mind on March 7th, just like Zhou Xiao's answer.

Zhou Xiao seems to treat me like a buddy...

Is this considered a rejection?

On March 7th, a hint of disappointment unconsciously crept into his expression.

We'll talk about it later...

There seems to be some hope, right?

On March 7th, I pondered the phrase "we'll talk about it later" again.

Zhou Xiao didn't explicitly reject her, but instead gave her a little room to imagine...

There is an opportunity.

Um.

On March 7th, she licked her dry lips, and her mood improved somewhat.

That's how a pretty girl's mood is... sometimes good, sometimes bad.

That's...

How did I end up sleeping in the same bed as Zhou Xiao?

And these clothes...why were they changed? Who changed them for me?

These three questions still lingered in March 7's mind, and she couldn't recall them no matter how hard she tried.

...

"What... happened???"

On the other side, Zhou Xiao had already returned to his room. When he opened the door, the smell of vomit was overwhelming. He opened the curtains and saw several puddles of vomit on the bed and the floor, emitting the odor.

He desperately wanted to know what had happened...

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