He shook his watch again; the diamonds on it were almost blinding, and he smiled smugly.
"The boss and I made up, so he was happy and gave it to me."
"Oh~"
The duck lounge was filled with a chorus of "oohs".
Unaware of the inside story, they pieced together the fragments and unanimously agreed that what he said made sense!
The fact that the owner of the duck restaurant is actually a lesbian is already shocking enough!!
No one could have imagined that this gossip would later spread widely in the duck community...
The two, who are believed to be the protagonists of a lesbian relationship, were still drinking in the private room.
Xu Zhaozhao was completely drunk, limp as a rag doll, and collapsed into Xia Huai's arms.
Thump.
The wine glass slipped from her hand and fell to the ground with a clatter, completely empty after she had drunk a drop.
She didn't pick up another bottle because she was too drunk to even think about drinking from it.
Xia Huai was still not drunk; her alcohol tolerance was the opposite of Xu Zhaozhao's.
Xu Zhaozhao gets drunk after just a sip of alcohol, while she can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
Xu Zhaozhao, reeking of alcohol, nestled in her arms, rubbing against her restlessly, while she patiently patted and stroked Xu Zhaozhao's back.
"If you feel like throwing up, just groan loudly, don't throw up on me again."
Xia Huai whispered in her ear, even though he knew that the drunk woman in his arms was already unconscious.
This time she was very quiet while drunk, clutching the hem of her clothes, like a sleeping kitten curled up in bed.
Xia Huai's thoughts drifted away.
She met Xu Zhaozhao when she was 6 years old. The two attended the same elementary school, the same junior high school, and the same university.
She went there for Xu Zhaozhao, but Xu Zhaozhao didn't know that because her gaze was always focused on Fu Chengze.
She even submitted a blank exam paper and repeated two grades in order to be Xu Zhaozhao's deskmate.
The teacher strangely paired the top student in the class with the bottom student in the class.
She had always been Xu Zhaozhao's deskmate. Their relationship was neither too close nor too distant; one was not good at expressing herself, and the other hadn't put in the effort.
Xia Huai was a very introverted person during her student days, but after growing up, she was forced to take over the family business and became talkative and shrewd.
On the day of her high school graduation, Xu Zhaozhao took the initiative to talk to her. After hesitating for a long time, she finally revealed her true purpose.
"Sister Xia Huai, could you... could you take me for a drink?"
She agreed.
But Xu Zhaozhao had only taken a small sip when she was swaying and led away by her, then vomited all over her.
She never refused Xu Zhaozhao.
Aside from the time she tried to get into Fu Chengze's bed, and the time she wanted to divorce Gu Qingyan...
This girl is quite smart in every way, except when it comes to choosing men, she's terrible at it.
I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of all those jumbled thoughts.
He easily picked up Xu Zhaozhao in his arms, his steps still firm, and carried her to the large bed in the small room.
He placed her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and stayed by her side with his eyes half-closed.
In a daze, Xu Zhaozhao felt as if he were floating on clouds, with a warm sea of clouds supporting him, making him feel light and airy.
Suddenly a strong gust of wind blew by, the cloud that was supporting her was blown away, and gravity returned to her, pulling her down.
She woke up with a start, sat up abruptly, and found herself lying on the bed in that small room.
The complete darkness, the lack of lights, made her feel uneasy.
"You're awake?"
Someone was calling her. She looked up and saw the duck in the bathrobe.
Those eyes, which looked so much like Gu Qingyan's, were staring at her. For a moment, Xu Zhaozhao almost mistook them for the real Gu Qingyan.
The duck seemed to have an emotional outburst, rushing towards Xu Zhaozhao and startling her.
"Didn't you tell me to take off my clothes? Why aren't you looking!"
Those hands, not as handsome as Gu Qingyan's, gripped her sheets, causing them to wrinkle. "Touch it! Why aren't you afraid to touch it!"
"vomit--"
Xu Zhaozhao finally couldn't hold it in any longer and vomited physiologically.
Because of the pungent and dizzying perfume smell, she felt physically uncomfortable when she was too close to it.
She really couldn't bring herself to touch it.
Looking at his face, Xu Zhaozhao always felt that Gu Qingyan was floating around in her mind, mixed with his voice, and a single word was looping in her mind.
dirty.
It's been filthy, touched by who knows how many people...
Xu Zhaozhao couldn't take it anymore.
She suspected that Gu Qingyan had passed on his obsessive-compulsive disorder to her.
Obsessive-compulsive disorder related to mental cleanliness.
But... this clearly didn't happen, yet she rushed out a split second before she couldn't take it anymore.
I rushed out and drank a couple of sips of wine to suppress the urge to vomit.
Why is he back again? Where did Sister Xia Huai go again?
The increasingly strong smell made Xu Zhaozhao feel dizzy, and she yelled, "Get out!! Don't touch me!"
The only response she received was her own echo.
She opened her eyes blankly; in the dark room, she was all alone.
There was no light, and there was no duck either.
Da da da...
The footsteps were especially noticeable in the quiet environment, and Xu Zhaozhao's gaze fell on the doorway.
A black suit, that perfect face, deep, captivating eyes.
Who else could it be but Gu Qingyan?
Xu Zhaozhao had no time to wonder; her scream was choked back by terror. In Gu Qingyan's hands... he was still dragging a corpse.
It's that duck!
His voice was as cold as a demon just awakened: "He's dead."
"Xu Zhaozhao, you can't beat me."
"Do you like this little dark room? Stay here with me... forever."
Da da da...
He dragged the corpse away, his footsteps echoing, leaving a long trail of blood.
Xu Zhaozhao was breathing heavily, her mind blank, and she collapsed onto the large bed as if all her strength had left her.
Suddenly, handcuffs appeared out of nowhere and bound her limbs, slowly tightening...
She was powerless to resist; her limbs were bleeding from the friction, like an ant trying to shake a tree.
Like a rag doll, she was placed in a fixed position, locked up, and unable to move.
...
"Zhaozhao, Zhaozhao?"
When she felt it again, Xu Zhaozhao was tormented by a stinging sensation in her head.
Who is calling her?
Fragmented memories flooded her mind, but she couldn't piece together a complete picture.
My stomach felt terribly empty, and I couldn't make a sound in my throat. It felt dry and sticky, and even swallowing hurt.
"Drink some honey water."
It was a familiar voice. Xu Zhaozhao instinctively took the honey water Xia Huai handed her and gulped it down her throat.
After drinking the warm honey water, her headache finally subsided, and her vision gradually cleared.
The same room, the same furnishings, those scenes are still vivid in my mind.
But Xia Huai was by her side; there was no blood, no chains, and no bloodstains on her limbs.
Good heavens, I dreamt of the crematorium of the real and fake Gu Qingyan!
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