He just couldn't bring himself to kiss these women. He knew what they meant by the way they looked at him, so he simply drank them all under the table to save himself the trouble.

Ye Zhou, who claimed to be able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, drank many bottles of beer and liquor in one night and was also a little drunk.

He would laugh every now and then, as if the pain could vanish with laughter.

The door to the private room was pulled open and then slammed shut. Ye Zhou sat up from the sofa and looked at the person leaning against the door.

The girl slid down the door limply, seemingly drunk, her eyes glazed as she looked toward Ye Zhou.

Ye Zhou only needed to glance at her from afar to know that she was a natural beauty.

"This is alright. Come here, sit down, and stretch your legs."

Ye Zhou spread his legs wide in a carefree manner, tilted his head back to reveal his Adam's apple, and closed his eyes in a relaxed manner.

After waiting for a while without seeing any action from the woman, Ye Zhou, his mind burning with alcohol, grew impatient.

"Stop pretending to be innocent. The fact that you can come to a place like this shows who you are. Aren't you innocent girls very skilled at this kind of work?"

The scent of perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol entered the girl's nostrils, and An Youhe couldn't help but frown.

She knew by instinct that the person sitting on the sofa was Ye Zhou.

She thought she had misheard those words because she was out of her mind; the Ye Zhou she knew was a gentleman.

Before An Youhe lost consciousness, she saw a familiar figure approaching her, and then she lost consciousness.

Ye Zhou's steps felt like walking on cotton, his bare feet treading on a plush carpet.

"You're pretty stubborn, aren't you? Let's see if you'll still be pretending in a bit."

Ye Zhou swayed and walked in front of the girl, squatted down, and casually pinched the girl's fair chin with his large hand.

Upon seeing the pink lips, Ye Zhou felt a burning desire to bite them.

Upon seeing the girl's delicate features, he stopped his rough actions and instantly became more sober.

Brushing aside the girl's slightly disheveled hair, Ye Zhou's heart pounded.

It is An Youhe.

He instantly reacted as if he had been electrocuted, pulling his dirty hands away from the girl's body.

"Hey, wake up! What are you doing sleeping here?"

The girl didn't react at all, her cheeks flushed slightly.

"Tsk, he must be drunk." Ye Zhou chuckled self-deprecatingly. "How come even you'd come to a place like this?"

Ye Zhou stood up and looked around. He was very familiar with this private room.

He picked up the girl's soft body and walked into the partition.

The space behind is small, but there is a large bed.

Ye Zhou was generous and bought the entire private room.

Just as he was about to put the girl on the bed, he suddenly noticed the dry, hard marks on the sheets.

He had a date here yesterday with a top-tier model with a great figure.

He looked at the sleeping girl in his arms and placed her on the sofa.

Find a clean sheet, remove the old sheet, and put the new sheet on top.

After working for a while, Ye Zhou finally placed the girl on the clean bed.

He lay down next to her, keeping a safe distance from the girl.

This girl helped him a lot. When he first started selling insurance, she made him the top performer that month. Later, his boss promoted him and gave him a raise. He then had the means to quit his job and changed jobs one after another, with his salary increasing.

It was like suddenly seeing a flame in the darkness; An Youhe was that only flame to him.

Especially when the two of them were in the restaurant preparing to discuss contract matters.

That day, the girl was dressed very beautifully, with a shy smile on her face, showing the bashfulness of a young girl.

You can tell at a glance that she's not faking it; she's like a spotless flower.

The contract negotiations went smoothly, but Ye Zhou didn't talk much about the contract with anyone; he wanted to pick up girls.

However, the more they talked, the more he felt that the girl was too pure, like a blank sheet of paper that had never been stained.

And he was that stain, filthy, filthy to the bone, even his eyes were filthy.

After that, he never saw An Youhe again and avoided meeting her. He appeared gentle, but was actually insane inside.

He feared that one day, he might really lose control and paint this entire blank sheet of paper black.

An Youhe became the only girl he wanted to pursue but never did.

Ye Zhou turned his head to look at the gentle sleeping face of the girl next to him. Apart from work, he went to bars. He couldn't sleep and had nightmares. In his dreams, he saw the faces of the people closest to him. He needed alcohol and wild indulgence.

"Were you tricked into coming here? You're not young anymore, you should know more about the dangers of the world, young lady."

Ye Zhou was talking to himself, with the sweet, soft breathing of a young girl in his ear.

"You're so naive, you'll be deceived by men sooner or later. Luckily you didn't meet me, otherwise I would have swindled you out of everything."

"It's lucky you met me today. Go to sleep. Tomorrow, go back home obediently. Learn from your mistakes, understand?"

Ye Zhou finally couldn't resist and reached out to touch the girl's soft hair. The touch was wonderful, and he couldn't help but touch it again.

"Ye Zhou~"

"I like it, Ye Zhou."

I like you.

Ye Zhou's hand froze in mid-air as he listened to the girl's clear murmurs.

Then, as if mocking himself, he chuckled softly.

"If there is an afterlife, An Youhe, if there is an afterlife, maybe there will still be a chance." I also want to know more about you.

He didn't know when, but the scent of the girl's milky fragrance beside him made him feel unusually at ease, and he fell into a deep sleep without any dreams.

...

When An Youhe woke up, she was on a large bed made of silk, and her head was still a little dizzy.

A waiter came in. "Miss An, you're awake. Would you like me to contact the butler to take you home?"

The girl asked, seemingly out of the blue, "Where's Ye Zhou?"

The waitress calmly replied, "I don't know the person you're talking about. You got drunk at the bar last night, and Mr. Feng happened to be there too, so he brought you here temporarily and arranged for me to take you safely back to your residence after you woke up."

An Youhe covered her head. She clearly saw Ye Zhou. Last night, she remembered what Ye Zhou said to her. Her head still hurt a little, and she couldn't remember anything.

"Mr. Feng, is this Feng Gan?"

"Yes."

As An Youhe was leaving, a middle-aged man glanced at her and got into a taxi.

The waitress explained, "This was the previous housekeeper here. He made a mistake and was dismissed by Mr. Feng."

An Youhe didn't say anything; she didn't care about these trivial matters that belonged to Feng Gan's family.

An Youhe got into the car prepared by the waiter, and the car took her back to her apartment.

When she opened the door, she felt something was off. She looked back but didn't see anyone.