Zhuo Jue assumed that Du Feng, like him, was worried about Fan Zhao's unusual behavior and also worried that Qiao Zhen was a lovesick idiot. What a beautiful misunderstanding.
Around 11 p.m., Fan Zhao, drunk, was taken to Qiao Zhen's apartment.
Qiao Zhen was a little annoyed. Little did she know that Fan Zhao's composed demeanor while drinking was all an act. At first, Fan Zhao kept drinking one glass after another. Although his eyes were a little dazed, he still sat very upright and didn't seem to be so drunk that he couldn't even stand up.
The drunken Fan Zhao seemed to have let himself go, kissing Qiao Zhen's cheek one moment, her lips the next, and sometimes even groping her breasts with his hands, asking her innocently, "Why is mine flat? Are you hiding steamed buns here?"
An invisible cross immediately slapped Qiao Zhen on the forehead. If it weren't for his good looks, she would have thrown him away next to the trash can long ago.
Unfortunately, Fan Zhao, still drunk, was oblivious to his own limitations and exclaimed, "I want to eat steamed buns!"
Qiao Zhen threw Fan Zhao directly onto his bedroom bed, "Sleep soundly!"
She rubbed her sore arms and prepared to leave.
Fan Zhao grabbed her hand and pulled hard, and the unsuspecting Qiao Zhen fell on him. He sniffed at Qiao Zhen like a large dog.
Qiao Zhen supported Fan Zhao's face with her hand, "I didn't do anything reckless while drunk, understand?"
Fan Zhao's eyes cleared instantly. "I don't understand."
When Qiao Zhen looked over again, Fan Zhao was still looking at her with a dazed expression.
Qiao Zhen shoved Fan Zhao, "Get out of my way!"
Fan Zhao touched Qiao Zhen's small hand and placed it a few inches below her abdomen. "I'm in pain, you have to help me."
For reasons unknown, Qiao Zhen, upon touching the hot, hard, and burning sensation in her palm, reluctantly slept with Fan Zhao.
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