Zhou Yang is currently experiencing extreme inner conflict.
She clearly felt she should hate Chu Yang, but she couldn't bring herself to shut him out completely.
I kept reassuring myself that I should just treat him as a business partner and not talk about anything else.
Even if we let him in, it would be only out of consideration for Shu'er.
They really couldn't bear to hurt Shu'er.
But the more I try to find excuses for myself, the more he fills my mind.
Hearing the intimate conversations and laughter coming from the kitchen, Zhou Yang felt a pang of unease.
For a fleeting moment, I even considered getting involved.
His hands were mixing drinks, his ears were perked up, and his eyes kept glancing towards the kitchen.
"What's wrong with me..." She felt like she was possessed.
Somewhat exasperated, he picked up the cup on the table and gulped it down in one go.
Only after finishing it did I realize that it was high-proof rum.
Before long, she got a little tipsy, and her face started to turn rosy.
However, she still had a certain alcohol tolerance. After calming herself down, she walked over to the sofa and sat down.
I opened my laptop, logged into QQ, found Red-Butt Monkey's chat window, and scrolled through their chat history once again.
As I watched, tears started falling.
It was all that glass of wine's fault; it made her lose control of her emotions and become unruly.
Seeing Shuer bring out the stir-fried dishes, she quickly wiped away her tears.
"Sister Zhou Yang, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Li Qingshu put the dishes on the table and rushed over to comfort her.
Zhou Yang shook his head: "I'm fine, don't worry about me."
Li Qingshu glanced at the laptop screen and suddenly realized, "Did the red-bottomed monkey bully you?"
At this moment, Chu Yang also came out carrying the dishes.
Zhou Yang looked at him: "Yes, he's the one who bullied me, you damn monkey, you scumbag!"
He even gritted his teeth as he spoke.
Chu Yang blinked, feeling guilty but remaining calm on the surface: "Um, it's time to eat."
"Sister Zhou Yang, let's eat first," Li Qingshu said.
Zhou Yang withdrew his gaze, nodded, closed his notebook, and went to the dining table.
The meal consisted of three dishes and a soup, all delicious and visually appealing, including her favorite stir-fried celery with pork.
"Sister Zhou Yang, please eat more of this dish. I don't really like celery." Li Qingshu added rice to her plate and handed it to her.
"Thank you." Zhou Yang took the bowl of rice, thought for a moment, and then said to Chu Yang, "You've worked hard too."
Chu Yang smiled slightly: "Alright, eat up."
Then I saw her bring out the wine, and it looked like she was about to start drinking.
"Sister Zhou Yang, is your body fit enough to drink alcohol? Maybe you shouldn't drink it." He said, reaching for the bottle.
"Zhou Yang is in a bad mood," Li Qingshu stopped him, saying, "Let her have a little drink."
"We'll drink with you, okay?" She brought over two more cups.
Zhou Yang was deeply moved and said softly, "Thank you, Shu'er."
"No need to thank me, we're best friends, aren't we?" Li Qingshu poured the wine.
Chu Yang had no choice but to join in and drink as well.
But it was clear that the young lady couldn't hold her liquor; her face flushed after just one sip.
"Don't drink too fast, eat some food first to fill your stomach." He said, putting some food into her bowl.
"This is my first time drinking alcohol," Li Qingshu said, sticking out her tongue.
Zhou Yang had already finished her drink and then refilled it.
Seeing her drowning her sorrows in alcohol, Chu Yang didn't dare to speak and let her drink.
Before the meal was even finished, she had already drunk a bottle of wine, half of which ended up in her stomach.
But it was the young lady who got drunk first.
His head was swaying from side to side, and he couldn't even hold his rice bowl steady.
Chu Yang chuckled and helped her to sit down on the sofa.
"You can't drink but you're still forcing yourself, you must be feeling really uncomfortable, right?"
The young lady smiled softly, squinting her eyes and mumbling, "I'm just a little dizzy. So this is what it feels like to be drunk, huh? Hehe..."
She even started laughing, her drunken state endearing, and leaned on his shoulder, looking absolutely adorable.
If Zhou Yang hadn't been here, he wouldn't have been so polite... Hmm, where's Zhou Yang?
Chu Yang looked around and found that Zhou Yang had crawled under the table.
Good heavens, they're all drunk? That means...
Just as he was lost in his fantasies, he saw Zhou Yang struggle to get up, stare at him with dazed eyes for a while, and then smile charmingly: "You silly monkey, come here."
Seeing that the young lady had fallen asleep, Chu Yang gently placed her on the sofa to lie down.
Then she saw Zhou Yang staggering into the house. She wondered what she was going to do, so she followed her to take a look.
She's wearing black stockings there.
Her long legs were wrapped in black stockings, which were slowly lifted up until they reached her thighs.
Zhou Yang smiled sweetly: "So, what do you think? Don't you like it?"
This silk is so alluring!
How could I not like it?
But she still said, "Sister, stop fooling around, Shu'er is still in the living room."
"Shu'er? Is Shu'er the only one in your heart and eyes?" Zhou Yang put on her stockings, swayed as she walked up to him, and placed her hands on his chest.
She brought her face close to his, breathing warm air, her voice soft and sweet: "No, you still have Xiaoli in your heart and eyes... do you have me in your heart? Do you?"
"Yes," Chu Yang said firmly.
Zhou Yang laughed and tapped his chest: "You're so cunning, you scumbag!"
Then she led him to the dining table.
"Keep drinking with me, sister!"
Chu Yang pressed down on her cup: "Eat some food. It's hard work for me to cook."
Zhou Yang brushed his hand away and snorted, "The food was made by Chu Yang, not by you, you monkey."
Chu Yang: "..."
So, was she genuinely drunk, or was she doing it on purpose?
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