Chapter 403 What happened to us last night?
Miao Miao was taken aback, not quite hearing clearly, "Brother Zhou, what did you say?"
Zhou Mubin snapped out of his reverie, a hint of self-mockery in his eyes. "It's nothing."
He grabbed the wine in front of him and drank it one glass after another. Before long, Zhou Mubin had drunk himself into a stupor.
Early the next morning.
The intense headache felt like countless tiny needles piercing my temples, each throbbing with a sharp pain.
Zhou Mubin let out a suppressed groan, his consciousness struggling to rise in the hazy aftereffects of alcohol, like a person drowning in deep water desperately trying to surface for air.
His eyelids felt as heavy as if they were weighed down by two lead weights. He struggled to open them even a crack, but what came into view was not the familiar light gray ceiling of his bedroom, but a luxurious off-white ceiling with a ring of crystal lights embedded in the center, the light refracted from it being somewhat dazzling.
A faint scent of gardenias floated in the air, and the unfamiliar aroma instantly sobered him up considerably.
He sat up abruptly in bed, the dizziness from the hangover making him sway. He frantically braced himself on the soft down mattress beside him, the delicate touch on his fingertips further confirming that this was not his place.
Fragments of last night's memories flashed through his mind, finally settling on the dim lights of the bar. He grabbed the whiskey in front of him and gulped it down, one glass after another. The scalding liquid burned his esophagus, but he couldn't suppress the gloom in his heart.
During this time, he seemed to see someone trying to take his cup with worried eyes, but he waved them away.
But what happened next?
Why did you end up at the hotel?
A series of questions made Zhou Mubin's heart tighten.
Just then, a slender figure unexpectedly came into view.
Miao Miao stood in front of the large French windows, the morning sunlight shining through the double-glazed glass and casting a soft silhouette on her, the golden halo giving her long hair a faint luster.
She held a white bone china cup in her hand, from which wisps of white steam rose.
Hearing the noise behind her, Miao Miao slowly turned around, a half-smile playing on her lips, along with a hint of unconcealed concern.
Zhou Mubin's heart suddenly tightened, as if gripped by an invisible hand, and his blood seemed to freeze instantly.
He subconsciously looked down at himself and found that he was wearing a brand new light gray hotel bathrobe, made of soft material, with the hotel's logo embroidered on the collar.
The dark blue silk shirt he wore last night was nowhere to be seen.
My brain exploded with a "buzz," and countless chaotic guesses surged up like a tidal wave.
He was completely drunk and was alone with Miaomiao in a hotel room, where they even changed clothes...
The combination of this information caused his face to turn deathly pale instantly, and his fingertips began to feel slightly numb.
"Miaomiao?"
Zhou Mubin's voice was terribly dry, like sandpaper rubbing against wood. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down several times before he managed to squeeze out a few words through his teeth.
If I remember correctly, this woman who looks similar to Cui Xiao should have this name.
Zhou Mubin's face was cold, his heart sank suddenly, and he had a bad feeling. His eyes were filled with a sinister light. "What happened between us last night?"
Miao Miao suppressed a laugh, walked briskly forward, and gently placed the water glass on the walnut wood cabinet by the bedside. She deliberately drew out her words, with a hint of teasing, "Brother Zhou, you were completely drunk last night, barely able to stand. It took me a lot of effort, and I even had to call the bar staff for help, to get you into the car and bring you here. Tell me, what could possibly happen between us?"
She tilted her head to look at him, the smile in her eyes like an undisguised starlight. "But then again, a man and a woman alone in a hotel room, I, a girl, didn't panic at all, but you, a grown man, are so flustered, your face has turned white, don't you look like a primary school student who has done something wrong?"
Zhou Mubin's brows were furrowed into a tight knot, and the veins on his forehead were bulging slightly. His face was full of pain and seriousness.
He used to have casual sex with women after drinking, and had one-night stands, but Zhou Mubin didn't think anything of it.
They're all grown men and women; it's just sleeping together, nothing serious, and he never took it seriously. He could easily deal with some difficult women by paying them off.
But now, Zhou Mubin feels a sense of guilt.
They even felt dirty.
His gaze grew increasingly cold. After a moment, Zhou Mubin took a deep breath, his eyes becoming extremely solemn. "No matter what happened last night, our relationship ends here. Tell me, how much money do you want? Name your price."
Upon hearing this, Miao Miao could no longer hold back and burst out laughing, her shoulders trembling slightly.
She was very nervous when she first met Zhou Mubin, but after getting to know him, she found that this prodigy was actually a very easy person to talk to.
He was far better than any of the spoiled brats she had ever met, so Miao Miao wasn't afraid of him at all now.
Miao Miao reached out and gently patted Zhou Mubin's tense shoulder. Feeling his stiffness and seeing his still serious expression, as if he were heading to a battlefield, she had no choice but to suppress her laughter, shake her head helplessly, and say with a hint of amusement in her voice, "Look how scared you are, your brows are almost like ropes. I was just joking with you, did you really take it seriously?"
Zhou Mubin was stunned. His tense body froze instantly, his furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and his eyes were full of doubt and confusion, as if he hadn't reacted yet.
He blinked, looking at Miao Miao's relaxed expression, and tentatively asked, "Are you... joking?"
"Otherwise what?"
Miao Miao pointed to the neatly folded clothes on the sofa, which was the shirt he wore last night, but it looked much cleaner now.
Miao Miao said, "Last night you drank until you blacked out, and Xu Shao asked me to take care of you. He booked this room. But you started vomiting as soon as you came in, and you vomited everywhere. Your shirt was covered in wine stains and filth, and it smelled terrible. I couldn't let you sleep in those dirty clothes, so I asked the front desk for a clean bathrobe. I even called a male server from the floor to help you change. After you changed, I just made do on the sofa for the night. Don't worry, there are witnesses all the way. I definitely didn't take advantage of Brother Zhou."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Mubin's heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled heavily. However, the cold sweat on his back had already soaked the collar of his bathrobe, bringing a slightly cool sensation.
However, her complexion had improved a lot.
At least it's not like before, when those eyes could kill.
After a moment, Zhou Mubin's gaze fell on the water glass on the bedside table. He seemed to be thinking about something, and he said in a low voice, "Thank you. I appreciate your help last night. I won't let you take care of me for nothing."
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