"Ye Zhou, what am I going to do with these clothes? I don't know how to wash them..."

Ye Zhou had just been resting on the sofa for a while.

Sometimes he felt like he was taking care of a wayward girl who had hands and feet but couldn't take care of herself.

"Throw it in the washing machine."

Jiang Jiayan looked at the dirty clothes in her arms. She was still wrapped in a bath towel because someone refused to lend her clothes.

The length of the bath towel is just enough to cover the upper thighs.

Her snow-white, slender legs made Ye Zhou dizzy.

"But, these kinds of intimate garments shouldn't be washed with other things, right?" Jiang Jiayan asked, somewhat puzzled, though she knew a bit about these basic common sense things.

"But I don't know how to do laundry, could you help me wash it..."

Ye Zhou, who had already closed his eyes and was pretending to be asleep, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

What was this woman thinking, making him wash her underwear?

Who is he?

Of course, it doesn't mean he won't wash in the future; he'll only wash for his future wife.

"If you can't wash it, then keep wearing it," Ye Zhou replied irritably.

"But it's already so dirty... it'll be uncomfortable to wear."

Ye Zhou rubbed his temples and got up from the sofa.

Ultimately, under the boy's pressure...

Jiang Jiayan squatted in front of a small basin, stiffly rubbing the clothes with her hands.

Ye Zhou stood in front of the girl, looking down at her and supervising her.

The girl's skin was snow-white, and droplets of water, whether sweat or water, flowed down her slender neck, sliding into the shallow ravines of her snow-capped mountains.

Ye Zhou suddenly felt a tightness in his throat and a deep thirst.

The girl, engrossed in practicing washing clothes, was completely unaware.

"Is this how you should wash it?" Jiang Jiayan unfolded the clothes covered in foam.

In an instant, Ye Zhou snapped out of his daze, closed his eyes, and turned his head.

This also needs to be shown to him, something Ye Zhou hadn't expected.

Moreover, his Dao heart had become unstable.

This angle is absolutely deadly.

"Ahem." Ye Zhou coughed a few times to ease the awkwardness and walked away from the girl.

"You can wash it however you want, and hang it on the balcony afterwards, is that alright?"

Jiang Jiayan looked back in the direction Ye Zhou had left with a sense of loss.

"Bang!—"

The boy went back to his room and closed the door.

Ye Zhou leaned against the door for a long time before calming down the energetic body.

This young body is too active; it's the time to unleash its youth and sweat.

Jiang Jiayan has to leave; she has to leave tomorrow.

This was a very cautious conclusion drawn by Ye Zhou.

...

It was midnight.

A wet, sticky sensation kept coming from my Adam's apple, along with waves of itchiness.

It seems to be some kind of flexible thing.

Ye Zhou, who was in a deep sleep, did not know how long he had endured it.

In his dream, there seemed to be a snake coiling around him, making it hard for him to breathe.

Ye Zhou was finally woken up.

Then he realized.

"What the hell?!"

The bedside lamp was turned on.

The dark room suddenly became very bright.

The girl withdrew her bright red tongue, her eyes squinting, clearly not yet adjusted to the bright light.

His brows furrowed slightly, indicating some displeasure.

Ye Zhou looked at his shining chest.

That was truly a look of utter disbelief...

"Holy crap!!! Jiang Jiayan!! Are you crazy??" Ye Zhou couldn't help but curse.

The girl looked sleepy, and her bath towel was loosely draped over her shoulders.

Her pretty face was flushed with an unnatural, large area of ​​redness.

She was straddling Ye Zhou's waist, which was now unbuttoned.

Hehe, hehe.

He grinned foolishly, sticking out his tongue.

Unsteady on his feet, swaying and staggering.

The lingering smell of alcohol in the air made Ye Zhou feel as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

"You drank the Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) that my dad kept in the fridge???"

The girl grinned broadly, "Hehe, alcohol emboldens cowards, right? Ye Zhou, let's play a game!"

Ye Zhou couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Play? Play my ass! Jiang Jiayan is really going to get him killed.

Ye Fan only got permission to buy the precious Erguotou after he relentlessly pestered Zhou Ping, and he could only buy one bottle.

He could only drink a tiny sip each day, and he cherished it dearly.

The girl stuck out the tip of her tongue, wanting to play with it again.

Ye Zhou grabbed the girl's shoulders and flipped her over, pinning her to the bed.

"Don't move." The voice was deep and commanding.

Jiang Jiayan blinked her bright, watery eyes and nodded.

Ye Zhou quickly got out of bed and ran to the living room.

Open the refrigerator, and there's still half a bottle of Erguotou left inside.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness."

It seems there were still five-sixths left, because Ye Fan hadn't drunk it many times.

Ye Zhou skillfully poured a portion of a bottle of mineral water into the mixture, shook it to fully blend it with the Erguotou liquor.

Five-sixths, no more, no less, just right.

Put it in the refrigerator and pretend nothing happened.

"Phew~"

Ye Zhou put his hands on his hips and looked down at the glistening chest.

Actually, no.

It's the next part.

He couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Letting Jiang Jiayan stay overnight was a mistake!

He stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

This young body seems to be in a state of constant excitement.

Even the smallest factor can set a person aroused.

Damn young and strong body.

After a long and arduous process, Ye Zhou entered the room with dark circles under his eyes.

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