Chapter 154: Fang Zhou, What Should I Do With You?

Han Xi murmured for a long time, finally realizing that the man wouldn’t respond to her at all.

She chuckled softly, straightening up, and scanned Fang Zhou’s body from top to bottom, as if tracing his outline with a brush.

Suddenly, her gaze stopped at a certain part, staring blankly.

Her face grew warm, and the surrounding air gradually heated up.

“Why does it feel like you’ve changed quite a bit?”

Han Xi’s mind replayed their first time together.

Youthful passion, uncontrollable, lasting until the early morning.

The first impression was memorable, not just because of the pain, but the pleasure that followed and Fang Zhou’s gentleness.

Whenever they had time and opportunity afterward, they would explore the mysteries of the human body together.

Women tend to view the man who conquers them with a thick filter, and Fang Zhou was Han Xi’s first and only man.

Han Xi tilted her head, using her remaining rationality to ponder if her feelings for Fang Zhou were merely physical dissatisfaction?

Unwilling to lose a man who could please her.

Not wanting to spend a lot of time finding another compatible partner with mutual satisfaction.

Or perhaps because she was usually the dominant one, but in bed, she was at a disadvantage.

So now, is this a good opportunity?

An opportunity to assert her dominance?

If she seized this last chance, could she completely let go of Fang Zhou?

Han Xi stood there for a long time, ultimately denying her previous thoughts.

No, she liked Fang Zhou for more than just his body.

After they broke up, her friends had tried to set her up with muscular young men to help her forget Fang Zhou.

But Han Xi couldn’t accept them even before touching them, quietly telling them to leave.

Her friends lamented, “You, you’re stuck on Fang Zhou!”

“What’s so good about that jerk?”

“Time is the best healer. You’ll forget him eventually.”

But her usually successful friends were wrong.

Han Xi didn’t forget Fang Zhou over time; she buried him deeper in her heart, reminiscing during quiet nights.

These accumulated feelings gradually changed her psyche.

So when she re-encountered Fang Zhou on the show, she couldn’t help but focus all her attention on him.

Han Xi knew following him was wrong, an invasion of personal rights, but she couldn’t control herself.

Not wanting to miss any information about him… whether good or bad, just knowing where he was and what he was doing was enough.

“Fang Zhou, what should I do with you?”

This was the second time Han Xi uttered this phrase.

However, now her tone was no longer confused, more like a signal to herself.

A battle cry for advancing.

Han Xi stood up, approached Fang Zhou, and started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his skin.

Although she had denied her previous thought, reliving it once wasn’t bad.

Meanwhile, at the banquet, Qiao Sisi noticed two empty seats beside her, deep in thought.

Fang Zhou left first, followed shortly by Han Xi.

Besides them, Qin Yun was also absent.

What were these three doing?

For some reason, Qiao Sisi felt uneasy.

A thought flashed in her mind, and she stood abruptly, knocking over a disposable cup.

“Ah! Sisi, your clothes are wet!”

Tang Wan frowned.

Qiao Sisi’s tie-dye shirt was stained with a large wine blotch.

“I’ll go change. You all keep drinking.”

Taking the opportunity, Qiao Sisi prepared to leave.

Zhang Zihang called out, “Hey, wait. I’ll take my sister back too. Let’s all go together.”

“And Xinran, she’s drunk. I’ll take her with us!”

Tang Wan, always kind, remembered Chu Xinran crying and hugging Zhang Zhiyin after losing the poetry game.

Qiao Sisi felt a flash of impatience.

She wasn’t really going back; she was looking for Fang Zhou.

But she had already made the excuse and was on live camera, so she had to agree.

“Okay, let’s go together.”

Zhang Zihang, being sober, drove them, five people fitting neatly in the car.

Qiao Sisi’s unease grew stronger. Sitting in the passenger seat, she dialed Fang Zhou’s number.

“Hello?”

But the voice on the other end wasn’t Fang Zhou’s; it was a husky female voice.

“He’s drunk and resting.”

The call ended abruptly.

The voice was very familiar, so familiar that Qiao Sisi immediately recognized it—Han Xi!

She was with Fang Zhou!

And Fang Zhou was drunk!

Dangerous!

“Stop the car!”

Qiao Sisi, in a panic, urged Zhang Zihang to stop.

She had to find Fang Zhou!

They were halfway up the mountain, just a few meters from the school. Zhang Zihang tried to calm her.

“Let’s drop them off first, then I’ll go with you, okay?”

Zhang Zihang was worried too!

With everyone watching, Qiao Sisi had left with him. Now she wanted to get out without explanation, which was dangerous.

Especially in the wilderness.

Qiao Sisi glanced at the three women in the back seat, pressed her brow, knowing priorities, and reluctantly agreed.

About ten minutes later, when the car returned to the village at the mountain’s base, Qiao Sisi suddenly stopped Zhang Zihang.

“Stop!”

She stared at a brightly lit villa, feeling a strong premonition.

Fang Zhou and Han Xi must be here.