23 Tooth marks? It can't be a mosquito bite, right?

After Wen Zihuan realized this problem, he immediately prepared to go out to check the room number. As a result, as soon as he opened the door, he almost bumped into Zhou Jingbai who was about to knock on the door.

The two of them were stunned at the same time, looking at me, I looked at you, the atmosphere was weird.

[Why is he staring at me like that? I pissed him off again, wait, how come I remember this room number is Zhou Jingbai's room? ]

Wen Zihuan blinked and said a little embarrassedly, "Honey, is this your room?"

"What do you think?"

"Why am I in your room? Haha, I went to bed early yesterday, did I sleepwalk here?" Wen Zihuan tried to ease the atmosphere with jokes, but the effect was not ideal.

"I ordered some sobering soup. Remember to drink it when it's delivered later." Zhou Jingbai turned around and left without any intention of coming in.

Sobering soup? Wen Zihuan then remembered that he seemed to have drunk alcohol last night, no wonder he had a headache and a sore throat.

"But why did I wake up in his room if I was drunk?" He muttered to himself as he walked inside.

When he poured himself some water, he noticed his red and swollen wrist. Could it be that the pain in his hand that he vaguely felt before was not an illusion?

"No, what happened to me? Why does it look like someone pinched me?" He touched it and felt a burning pain.

Then he quickly discovered several marks on his neck through the fitting mirror in the room.

Although he was a complete blank slate when it came to relationships, he still knew a thing or two. There were teeth marks on the left and right, so they couldn't possibly be mosquito bites, could they?

Wen Zihuan ruffled his hair into a bird's nest and couldn't remember what happened.

Not long after, the hotel staff brought a bowl of sobering soup. Just as he was about to open the door, he remembered the marks on his neck, but after searching the room for a long time, he couldn't find anything to cover them.

In the end, he simply took a towel from the bathroom and wrapped it around his neck. Compared to the weird look in the waitress's eyes when she stared at him, he didn't want her to see the marks under the towel.

Wen Zihuan was indeed feeling uncomfortable because of the hangover before, but he had completely forgotten about the discomfort because he was shocked by the marks on his neck not long ago.

While drinking the hangover soup, he tried hard to recall. Although he couldn't remember what happened last night, someone must know what happened.

After all, he had slept directly in Zhou Jingbai's room, so he must have come here last night.

Now the whole hotel has been booked by the Zhou family. No one except them and the hotel staff is allowed to enter the hotel.

The marks on the neck were obviously done by someone else. Although Wen Zihuan knew that his guess sounded outrageous, he felt that guessing about other people was even more outrageous.

Zhou Jingbai was obviously the most suspicious one, and the most likely one.

After all, it couldn't be Fang Xingluo and the elders of the Zhou family who did it, right?

Although he still felt that this was the only answer was nonsense, and although Zhou Jingbai and he were on the surface a couple since he entered this family, he knew very well that he had never thought that way.

Wen Zihuan has always been very clear about his position in the family. If it is divided according to the hierarchy in the palace drama, then he is equivalent to a personal maid, who does not have to do heavy work and only needs to serve the master.

He is also very self-aware that Zhou Jingbai has absolutely no feelings for him.

But now these marks on his body are obviously not something he can do by himself after getting drunk.

Half an hour later, Wen Zihuan plucked up the courage to find Zhou Jingbai. After all, he had to find someone to ask about this matter clearly, and he had to know who did it.

"Uh...husband, did I do something strange after I got drunk yesterday? Sorry, I drank too much yesterday and I can't remember what happened. It's like, it seems like someone bit my neck. Do you know what happened?"

Wen Zihuan had prepared himself mentally before he opened his mouth, but he couldn't help stuttering when

he really spoke. [What does he mean by not saying anything? Could it be that he really did it? By the way, why do I feel that his attitude towards me has been a little different since I woke up? He always lost his temper when he drank before, but this time, not only did he not scold me, but he also asked someone to bring me sobering soup. 】

Zhou Jingbai couldn't stand the look that wanted to stare through him, "I drank last night, too, and I don't remember what happened. Since we're all drunk, let's just pretend nothing happened."

Wen Zihuan was ready to continue asking, but the former didn't give him the chance.

However, before leaving, Zhou Jingbai left a good news, that is, he could leave the room later, but he was asked not to go to the bar.

He couldn't help but feel strange as he watched the back of the person who was walking away in big strides. Maybe he was used to Zhou Jingbai's usual fierce look, and he felt particularly uneasy when he suddenly became kind and easy to talk to today.

Wen Zihuan's little brain went around in circles before he realized why he suddenly treated him well.

The previous meaning was that they both drank last night, and looking at the marks on his body, it was obvious that something unspeakable had happened between them.

"So he suddenly stopped caring about me and stopped scolding me as compensation for last night?" Wen Zihuan couldn't help but think of the one-night stand in the TV series when he said this, and the next morning a stack of banknotes was thrown down as a reward.

Obviously, he was not very satisfied with his compensation the next morning. In comparison, he would prefer Zhou Jingbai to throw a stack of banknotes to him like in the TV series.

After all, his biggest problem right now is being poor. He can't even find ten yuan on his body.

If he is out alone one day, he really has no need to live. And not only is he poor, the most important thing is that he still owes a lot of foreign debts.

The loan in installments from Butler Liu, and the phone bill that Lu Zhou paid for him last time.

However, he couldn't pay it back anywhere now, after all, not long ago, his pocket money for half a year was deducted.

Wen Zihuan came out of the room while muttering about his loss, and happened to run into Fang Xingluo.

He should have just gotten up and was going downstairs to have breakfast. He was about to say hello when he suddenly remembered that he had taken off the towel from his neck to cover the marks.

Because he came to Zhou Jingbai just to ask him how these marks came about, but he just came out to think about money and forgot to cover it with the towel.

Fang Xingluo's obvious change in his eyes told him that it was too late to put the towel back now.

He raised his hands and scratched his head a little embarrassedly, then he lifted his face up inadvertently, which could not cover everything, but at least covered the most obvious tooth mark.

Fang Xingluo was not smiling at first, and after seeing those marks, the expression on his face became even more difficult to control. He nodded and left.

Wen Zihuan watched him leave in a hurry, and ran back to the room with a look of despair on his face.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw several wine bottles lying on the floor of the room, and finally understood why he had no memory of so many things that happened last night.