Zemin didn't know how much wine he had drunk, empty wine bottles were rolling randomly on the wooden floor, and in a daze, he saw the door open, and then Xiaoou's fair face appeared.

"Zemin, why do you drink so much wine?" Listen, her voice is still so gentle, hehe, my savage wife is disguised. Zemin pulled Xiaoou into his arms, "Wife, you're back... I want to kill you..."He turned over and pressed Xiaoou against the carpet, his hot lips couldn't wait to stick to it, with longing for fire and strong alcohol, "Xiaoou, I really love you, don't leave me again..."

However, all this is just his fantasy, and when he returns to reality, it is Zhou Yun's stiff body and painful eyes. On the one hand, she longed for Zemin's gentle caresses, but on the other hand, she was deeply stabbed by the words in Zemin's mouth, it turned out that these favors belonged to Wang Xiaoou.

Zemin staggered to his feet and picked up Zhou Yun, who was calm in contradiction on the ground...

...

The winter sun shines through the glass into the house, and Zemin finally wakes up from a headache, and he feels as weak as a broken frame. He squinted and sat up slowly, "Xiaoou?" he whispered suspiciously, but no one answered.

"Roar, what am I doing!" After making sure that last night was a spring dream, he slapped his forehead in annoyance, Xiaoou is in his hometown, how can he be here, I am really hopeless, I actually think that she thought of this extent. Looking at his naked body again, he was embarrassed for a while, isn't it, am I sick, I don't have to take off my clothes when I dream...

Anyway, he really thought that last night was a spring dream, and the reason was that he missed Xiaoou too much.

Zemin felt so tired, he fell on the pillow weakly, and found a comfortable position to sleep again.

Suddenly, he found a long yellow hair sticking to the clean pillow, he carefully clamped it with his fingers, Xiaoou's hair is black, this is not Xiaoou's hair! Zemin felt that something was wrong, a terrible guess condensed in his mind.

He bounced up from the bed, quickly got dressed, and ran to Zhou Yun's room opposite. He felt his heart beat out, and knocked on the door without heeding.

Zhou Yun, who came to open the door, was also sleepy, yawning and said, "It's so early, why don't you sleep more?"

"Last night... You sleep in your own room?" Zemin didn't know how to ask.

Zhou Yun nodded, "Yes..." she saw Ze Min suddenly exhale a long breath with a relaxed face, "However, I didn't go back to the room until dawn." The mood of the man in front of him deteriorated sharply, "We slept together last night!" she casually played with her messy long hair, long yellow hair.

No, no, Ze Min regressed again and again, isn't it a dream?

"Don't use this expression at me," Zhou Yun was full of confidence, "Jin Zemin, you are my first man, you still have my red on your sheets, you have to be responsible!" As long as Zemin gives her a chance, she believes that Zemin will slowly like herself, then she must seize this opportunity even more, all contradictions and pain have long been covered by the satisfaction she has received.

Zemin's deep voice came from the Adam's apple, "Zhou Yun, you are so despicable, you still do this when you know that I thought it was Xiaoou, do you want to be ashamed!" Regarding everything last night, he was only sure of this, that is, the person he saw last night was indeed Xiaoou. He gritted his teeth and said, "The dignified daughter of the Zhou family doesn't even understand the most basic shame, do you want a man to go crazy?!"