Zhuang Xiu set a delicate four-inch naked cake.

Zhou Qiao helped him light the candle on the top of the cake, he closed his eyes, put his hands tightly to his heart, and silently made a wish.

His expression was almost holy.

Zhou Qiao supported his cheek with one hand and looked at Zhuang Xiu's white lower lip quietly.

The place where she bit it last time was still bulging with a small bulge, which made Zhuang Xiu's white lips more charming and sexy.

Zhuang Xiubai's facial features are the favorite among men, and the cultivation in his bones nourishes his warm and warm male aura.

Zhuang Xiubai opened his eyes and caught Zhou Qiao's gaze staring at him, and was immediately flattered, "This is my twenty-ninth birthday. You're the only woman other than my mom to celebrate my birthday."

"Far from it! Blow out the candles and eat the cake." Zhou Qiao immediately collected the feelings that were inadvertently revealed.

Zhuang Xiubai blew out the candle, pulled it out and put it on the table, cut the cake and gave the first piece to Zhou Qiao.

Zhou Qiao thanked him, picked up the cake and put it in front of him, "Today you are the birthday star, and you should eat the first cake."

"But you're the woman your birthday boy has liked for nine years." Zhuang Xiubai stared at her deeply and paused, "Nine years, I waited for the opportunity to eat at the same table with you. I hope that years to come will be the year to come."

Zhou Qiaonian didn't scold him for his birthday.

Zhuang Xiubai's joy was from the bottom of his heart, and he asked for two bottles of red wine from a top winery and chatted with Zhou Qiao while drinking.

Zhou Qiao's amount of wine is larger than Zhuang Xiubai's, and after the two of them drank a bottle of red wine, Zhuang Xiubai was already slightly drunk, and Zhou Qiao was still the same as if he didn't drink alcohol usually.

Zhuang Xiubai looked at the person he liked with wine, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, so he asked the waiter to open the second bottle of red wine.

At this time, Zhou Qiao had fallen into painful memories.

Because this brand of red wine is also what she and Zhao Huan often drink, but the two bottles that Zhuang Xiu ordered in white are just the ceiling level of red wine.

Zhao Huan is an IT programmer, usually under pressure, it is the norm to work overtime and stay up late, and there is no sleepiness when he gets home in the early morning.

Zhou Qiao didn't allow him to take drugs like sleep, and would always let him drink half a glass of red wine.

The sleep aid effect of red wine is very good, and Zhao Huan falls asleep in less than half an hour after drinking it every time.

The past kept coming to Zhou Qiao's mind, and before she knew it, she drank a few more glasses.

Originally, she drank it with Zhuang Xiubai, but Zhuang Xiubai was too strong to drink, and almost all of the second bottle was drunk by her.

When she felt dizzy, Zhuang Xiubai realized that something was wrong and asked the waiter for a glass of lemonade with ice.

She staggered to her feet, said "go back to the hotel" and picked up her coat and walked out of the restaurant.

Zhuang Xiubai quickly chased after her and draped her coat over her.

Her mind was full of Zhao Huan, alcohol was scurrying in her internal organs, and when Zhuang Xiubai grabbed her arm, she didn't refuse, and put her head on Zhuang Xiubai.

Because she was drunk and hazy, she regarded Zhuang Xiubai as Zhao Huan.

The two got into the taxi, and she looked at Zhuang Xiubai with a gaze of 100,000 volts.

Zhuang Xiubai, who has always been calm and moderate, instantly messed up.

The car sped towards the hotel, her eyes closed, leaning weakly on Zhuang Xiubai.

The excessive alcohol in Zhuang Xiubai's body was also raging, and she didn't dare to come out, so she only held one of her arms tightly.

When she arrived at the hotel, she reached out and took out the room card in her bag twice but couldn't find it, Zhuang Xiubai helped her take out the room card and swiped it.

The door opened, and she sat down on the floor as she entered.

Zhuang Xiubai closed the door, gently picked her up and put her on the bed, propped her hands on her side, and leaned over to stare at her.

She had a jade-like complexion, a drunken crimson on her cheeks, and a name muttered to her lips.

Zhuang Xiubai leaned in to listen, and the words "Zhao Huan" were clear in his ears, and they were like a sharp sword poking at his heart.

Zhou Qiao's soft, boneless little hands tightly wrapped around his waist and his neck.

Gently rub along the neck and on the Adam's apple.

Zhou Qiaoxing

His eyes were confused, and he was full of unbearable emotions, "Zhao Huan, don't leave me behind-"

Zhuang Xiubai's heart was mixed, and his anger was like a flood, impacting his only reason.

Two different voices roared within him.

One for him to stay, one for him to leave.

At this moment, he was extremely conscious.

As long as he pulled Zhou Qiao's hand and walked out of this door, he might never have such a chance in his life.

With Zhou Qiao's infatuation with Zhao Huan and his love-hate temperament, he is also very clear about what kind of consequences he will face after staying.

His affectionate gaze fell on Zhou Qiao, which was bold and fiery like never before.

Zhou Qiao completely mistook him for Zhao Huan, one hand groped at his Adam's apple, and the other hand pulled his belt buckle.

Zhuang Xiubai took a deep breath and shouted "Qiaoqiao" emotionally......

For Zhou Qiao, this is a spring dream.

The protagonists of Spring Dream are her and Zhao Huan.

It's just that the interval is too long, and the experience is completely different.

She clearly remembered that Zhao Huan shouted her name emotionally, pestered her, and interlocked her fingers, lingering as much as she wanted.

When he woke up the next day, Zhou Qiao opened his eyes and found Zhuang Xiubai sitting on the edge of the bed.

She was covered with kiss marks of different sizes, and Zhuang Xiubai was only wrapped in a nightgown.

It turned out that the actor of last night's Spring Dream was not Zhao Huan, it was Zhuang Xiubai!

"Zhuang-Xiu-Bai!"

Zhou Qiao pulled the quilt and curled up on the bed, hatefully staring at the man a few steps away.

Zhuang Xiubai woke up two hours ago, and had already imagined all the possibilities after she woke up.

"Qiaoqiao, let's talk calmly." Zhuang Xiu's white eyes were full of tenderness and pity, "I will take full responsibility for what happened last night."

Zhou Qiao gradually calmed down.

Something has happened, and it is useless to say anything, and it is imperative to clear up the relationship with Zhuang Xiubai as soon as possible.

"Last night's incident is rotten in the stomach, and no one is allowed to mention it again!" Zhou Qiao's delicate little face was covered with frost.

"Don't mention it—" Zhuang Xiubai paused and asked mockingly, "Can it be regarded as if it didn't happen?"

"If it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen!" Zhou Qiao angrily grabbed a pillow and smashed it on Zhuang Xiubai, "From now on, I don't want to see you again!" Get out!"

Zhuang Xiubai didn't hide, the pillow brushed his hair, and looked at Zhou Qiao's eyes with firm and persistent, "I still say the same thing, I will be where you are."

Zhou Qiao grabbed another pillow and smashed it over, but he deftly avoided it.

"It's time for class soon, I need to take a shower and change clothes, can you please go to the next door and take shelter?" Zhou Qiao huffed and gave the order to evict the guests.

He picked up his clothes and prepared to leave, but before he could unscrew the door, Zhou Qiao called out his name.

He thought that Zhou Qiao had changed his mind, and turned around ecstatically.

Zhou Qiao frowned deeply and asked embarrassedly, "Last night, did you take measures?"