Chapter 160: Really Didn’t Sleep

Fang Zhou realized he had forgotten something, opening his mouth to ask Zhang Zihang to turn back.

But he was met with Qiao Sisi’s piercing, disdainful gaze, as if she could read his mind.

“What? Regretting it? Want to go back?”

The car had only driven a few hundred meters, going back was easy.

Fang Zhou inexplicably felt a chill around his neck, as if an icy thread was ready to slice his throat.

“No, no, I just left something there, wanted to get it.”

“Is it important? If not, get it tomorrow.”

Qiao Sisi squinted slightly, not agreeing to go back.

It was easy to leave the first time, but the second time might not be as simple.

Fang Zhou pondered for a moment, realizing it wasn’t that important.

“Forget it, let’s go.”

Facing Qin Yun’s predatory nature wasn’t worth it.

For his own safety, he resolutely abandoned his underwear.

Zhang Zihang glanced at Fang Zhou in the rearview mirror, sneering internally: This guy sure is lucky, so many women vying to be his girlfriend, even my sister has been infatuated for years.

But he couldn’t understand, besides his looks, what did he have that attracted these outstanding women?

Sweet talk?

Who knows, better observe more. If he’s a scumbag, I’ll make my sister give up.

The night wind blew in, bringing a cool breeze, clearing Fang Zhou’s muddled mind.

He began to think about why he was in that villa.

But his last memory was the starry sky, nothing else.

Damn, drinking really messes things up!

“Was it enjoyable?”

Qiao Sisi suddenly asked, confusing Fang Zhou.

“Huh? What?”

“I asked, was it enjoyable being with Qin Yun?”

Qiao Sisi stared at Fang Zhou, not avoiding the presence of another person in the car, directly asking about his experience.

This straightforwardness was enough to make anyone’s toes curl in embarrassment.

Fang Zhou quickly glanced in the mirror, seeing Zhang Zihang focused on driving, reducing his awkwardness.

“I was drunk, don’t know anything, but nothing should’ve happened.”

“What do you mean?”

Qiao Sisi’s emphasis made Fang Zhou’s face stiffen.

“Absolutely nothing!”

He changed his words, firmly stating his position.

“Heh.”

Qiao Sisi gave him a mocking look, deciding not to push further in the car.

She feared losing control and doing something irreversible.

Especially with a third person present, it wasn’t suitable.

Thanks to Zhang Zihang, Fang Zhou escaped further questioning.

Meanwhile, in the villa they just left, Qin Yun locked the door.

She decided to stay and rest there for the night.

Slowly, she returned to the room Fang Zhou was in, throwing herself on the bed.

The faint scent of alcohol and Fang Zhou’s unique scent relaxed her, her pores opening up.

A sense of security spread through her.

She couldn’t remember the last time she was so close to Fang Zhou.

Maybe a year ago, or longer.

Since their reunion, they hadn’t even hugged, with Fang Zhou’s high vigilance towards her.

Qin Yun felt some regret.

“Sigh, I miss the old days.”

She murmured to the white walls.

Sleepiness overtook her, and she got up to freshen up, preparing to sleep.

If she couldn’t hug him, sleeping in his scented bed was enough.

But as she lifted the blanket, seeing a pair of black underwear, she froze.

Her mind flashed back to Fang Zhou dressing.

It seemed he didn’t wear any undergarments.

In his haste, he grabbed his pants and quickly left.

Qin Yun hadn’t noticed this detail.

Now, seeing the black garment, her mind heated up.

Her deep, crazy love for Fang Zhou turned into an invisible hand, pushing her forward.

It pushed her to the bed, making her pick up the underwear.

Anyone nearby would be scared by Qin Yun’s gaze.

It was a predatory, highly aggressive look.

Like a lion on the savannah, eyeing its prey, ready to pounce.

She slowly lay on the bed, removing her clothes piece by piece.

Her hand holding Fang Zhou’s garment trembled, not from fear, but excitement.

Her desire clashed with rationality, like two ends of a fine thread wound around her.

“Don’t do this, Qin Yun, how can you be so shameless?”

A rational voice warned her.

But another voice quickly took over.

“He’s my lover, merging with him is natural. If possible, I want him here, not just his clothes.”

Qin Yun closed her eyes, imagining Fang Zhou beside her.

Their bodies close, his hand roaming her, his chin on her shoulder, their legs intertwined.

His warm breath on her face, his gentle eyes looking at her, softly asking, “Does it feel good? Do you like it?”

Just thinking about it made Qin Yun tremble with excitement.

Her breathing grew heavier, body heating up, as if in a furnace with just her and Fang Zhou.

She felt like on a plane, soaring to the clouds, fireworks of joy exploding, her cells screaming from the altitude.

“Ahn~!! Fang Zhou!!!”

“Fang Zhou… I love you so much”

Finally, Qin Yun called Fang Zhou’s name, falling into a wonderful dream.