Chapter 89 You Will Regret It
I don’t know how many days passed, but Zhou Xubai locked himself in the room, drinking alone.
In the dim room, Zhou Xubai sat dejectedly on the edge of the sofa, with several empty wine bottles lying around at his feet, and the room was filled with the smell of alcohol.
"Crack~"
The door slowly opened, and a pair of feet wearing Martin boots walked in. The owner of these feet came to Zhou Xubai, who was already drunk and dreaming.
He stretched out his slender white fingers and gently poked his chin, which was already covered with stubble, and whispered, "Zhou Xubai, wake up?"
Zhou Xubai groaned, frowned and slowly opened his eyes.
The haziness in front of his eyes gradually cleared as the gap slowly opened, and the outline of the person in front of him became clearer.
"Yu Mian?"
The owner of the hand froze when he heard this. He didn't explain, but his tone revealed a hint of helplessness.
"Why do you drink so much? Didn't you never drink before?"
Zhou Xubai looked at 'Su Yumian' in front of him, his mouth suddenly drooped, he rushed forward and hugged him, begging, "Yumian, don't go, I was wrong, I beg you not to go..."
The drunk Zhou Xubai was already somewhat unconscious, and his coquettish tone was like that of a child longing to be loved.
Su Yumian, who was held by Zhou Xubai, was silent for a few seconds, then he sighed heavily, patted his back gently, and spoke in a gentle tone.
“…Okay, I won’t leave.”
Zhou Xubai shuddered, and as if to confirm, he repeated, "Are you really not leaving?"
"Well, I'm not leaving."
After getting the correct answer, Zhou Xubai let go of Su Yumian and held his face in his hands, his breath reeking of alcohol as he said, "Then I'll kiss you now, and you can't hit me again."
Su Yumian was shocked and subconsciously asked, "Did he hit you?"
Zhou Xubai nodded heavily, swaying with a dizzy head, "Yeah! It hurts a lot, it hurts a lot, here... it hurts too!"
He pointed to his heart and said.
Su Yumian was silent for a few seconds, glanced at Zhou Xubai, who had become a little childish, sighed helplessly, and helped him up.
Said, "Don't sleep here, get up, I'll help you to the bed."
It took a lot of effort to help the man up, but Zhou Xubai still refused to walk properly, which made Su Yumian very tired.
Finally, he helped the man lie down on the bed. He stood up and prepared to get some water to wipe him, but Zhou Xubai hugged his waist.
Then she rested her head on his thigh and said vaguely, "Yu Mian, don't go, I like you, I want you..."
Su Yumian remained stiff for a while, looking at Zhou Xubai who had climbed up and was staring at him with blurry eyes.
He sighed, his tone weak, "You will regret it."
"No! I will never regret it. I want you now."
After saying that, Zhou Xubai held Su Yumian in his arms and pressed his lips against hers.
"Su Yumian" closed his mouth tightly, looking at the person who was so close to him and eagerly licking his lips.
His nails dug into his palms tightly. He was enduring it, waiting for Zhou Xubai to give up on his own initiative.
But Zhou Xubai became more and more anxious, and his hands were groping around his body randomly.
The last thread of his rationality broke, he loosened his fists, and instead put his arms around Zhou Xubai's neck and began to respond.
The smell of alcohol rushed into his mouth as his lips and teeth intertwined, making "Su Yumian" forget that he was just Su Yumian's shadow at this moment.
As if he was looking at a treasure that he had been eyeing for a long time, Zhou Xubai took advantage of the person under him bit by bit, his movements rough yet cautious.
After tossing and turning several times, Zhou Xubai finally fell into a deep sleep due to exhaustion and drunkenness.
Su Yumian stood up with his aching body, looking at the mess on the bed sheet, he sneered.
He got out of bed, walked into the bathroom, turned on the light, looked at the bruise in the mirror, reached out and touched it, whispering softly.
"Like a cow, what are you doing with all that strength?"
Then I turned on the shower to take a shower, and after I was done cleaning up, I went back to the bedroom to get dressed.
He walked around to the other side of the bed, sat on the edge, and stroked Zhou Xubai's face as the blush gradually faded.
He lowered his head and kissed her chapped lips, then their foreheads touched. He whispered, "Xiaobai, one day you will regret this."
Finally, he quietly opened the door and went out. As the door slowly closed, the room returned to silence again, as if he had never appeared...
The morning light slanted into the room through the white gauze curtains, casting mottled light marks on the messy bedding.
As the breeze blew the gauze curtains, the traces of light seemed to come alive, dancing and slowly climbing onto the pillow, melting away the remaining beauty of last night in the room inch by inch.
The consequences of a hangover are always painful. Zhou Xubai frowned uncomfortably and subconsciously raised his hand to block the light coming in.
But as soon as he moved, his feet hidden in the quilt came into contact with something wet.
He was stunned and suddenly pulled back the quilt, but was shocked by the scene in front of him.
He was naked, with obvious bite marks on his body, indicating what happened last night.
He rubbed his aching head, and the next second, fragments of last night's ordeal came flooding back to him.
He was shocked. Last night, he and Su Yumian...
Asleep? ! !
He always thought that everything that happened last night was a dream or a fantasy in his subconscious mind.
But looking at this scene, it’s not a dream at all.
Thinking of this, he suddenly grinned, but after the laughter, a hint of bitterness surged from the bottom of his heart.
Yesterday he kept saying that he loved Fu Quezhou, and then he came to see him in the evening. What did Su Yumian think of Zhou Xubai?
A massage stick?
Although he was a little angry about Su Yumian coming to him for comfort in the middle of the night, it also showed that Su Yumian still had him in her heart, right?
Thinking of this, he felt much better. He quickly got out of bed and put the soiled sheets and quilt into the washing machine.
He also tidied himself up, shaved his beard, changed into clean and refreshing clothes, and went to find Su Yumian.
Since the two have already slept with each other, some things must be made clear.
However, when he arrived at Fu Quezhou's villa, Wu Ma told him that Fu Quezhou had taken Su Yumian on a trip.
Zhou Xubai was stunned and asked hurriedly, "When did you leave?"
Aunt Wu glanced at the time and said to him, "We've been walking for three hours. We should be here by now."
In other words, not long after Su Yumian left his house, she went out traveling with Fu Quezhou?
He suddenly sneered in a low voice, secretly clenched his knuckles, and suddenly felt powerless as if he were being used as a tool.
The lingering warmth from last night and the now empty villa create a surreal and absurd feeling.
He even looked down at his palms, as if to confirm whether the lingering warmth from last night was real.
Aunt Wu gave him a strange look and asked, "Sir, if you are really my husband's friend, do you need me to tell him that you came to see him?"
The four words "my husband" from Wu Ma sounded particularly harsh to Zhou Xubai's ears.
The person who threw herself into his arms last night turned around and went out with another person.
Su Yumian, you are really great!
On the other side, the two people who drove for two hours to the Red Line Karting Club where Qian Jiangshan was finally arrived at their destination.
As soon as he got off the car, Su Yumian sneezed.
"Is it cold?" Fu Quezhou asked.
Su Yumian rubbed his nose and said, "It's not cold, it's just itchy."
Hearing this, Fu Quezhou took off his coat and put it on him. "Although it's spring, it's still a little cold. Be careful not to catch a cold."
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