Chapter 211: They Slept Together!

Night had fallen, and the height of the 17th floor was enough to block out the sounds of cars and birds.

In the silent room, only Han Xi and Fang Zhou’s breathing could be heard.

One lay on the bed, facing sideways, sleeping soundly.

The other sat by the bed, looking at Fang Zhou’s hand, lost in thought.

“Fang Zhou.”

Han Xi called softly, but there was no response from the owner of the name.

She moved a bit closer, unable to resist pinching one of his cheeks.

“Fang Zhou.”

This time, he finally reacted, mumbling groggily but not opening his eyes.

“Who gave you this red string?”

Han Xi lifted his hand, patiently asking.

Fang Zhou didn’t open his eyes, just mumbled, “Hmm.”

Han Xi chuckled coldly, increasing the pressure on his cheek.

“Answer me properly.”

Fang Zhou, feeling the pain, half-opened one eye, glancing at his hand.

“My sister gave it to me.”

After answering, he quickly closed his eyes again, and no matter how much Han Xi asked, he didn’t respond.

The alcohol had taken its toll.

Han Xi, having gotten her answer, let him sleep peacefully.

His sister gave it to him?

Then it should be fine.

Fang Zhou only had one sister, and it was natural for him to cherish something she gave him.

Thankfully, after drinking, he only wanted to sleep, not vomit or act out.

This made it much easier for the person taking care of him.

Han Xi’s hand moved from his cheek to his nose, then to his lips.

It was this mouth that had sweet-talked many women, only to heartlessly abandon them in the end.

The warmth from his lips slowly warmed her fingertips.

Just then, Fang Zhou mumbled something inaudibly.

But because he was speaking, his lips moved, catching Han Xi’s finger.

Her gaze turned heated, filled with endless desire.

Gently, she pushed her fingertip into his soft mouth, feeling the moist warmth of his lips.

Her heart raced, and her face flushed.

“Fang Zhou.”

Han Xi called softly again, but he didn’t respond, instead sucking her fingertip deeper.

From above, it looked like a big dog begging its owner, hard for any woman deeply in love with him to resist.

She placed her hands under his shirt, helping him take it off, then his pants and shoes.

Finally, her eyes fell on his boxers, hesitating for a moment before taking them off too.

Even if it doesn’t rise, at least I can look.

In the hot weather, she also stripped down to just a vest.

Embracing Fang Zhou tightly from behind, Han Xi felt a long-lost sense of security.

“Strange, the smell of alcohol usually bothers me, but on you, it’s not so bad.”

Han Xi murmured to herself, knowing Fang Zhou couldn’t hear her, and continued talking.

“Last time, I thought I’d be content just holding you, but something unexpected happened.”

“Tonight, no one should disturb us.”

Her kisses fell on his back, making him feel ticklish but unwilling to wake up.

Unfortunately, Fang Zhou didn’t wake, and neither did his little brother.

Han Xi, after much effort, ended up exhausting herself.

Helping him get boner, coupled with a long day’s work, made her feel sleepy.

She didn’t plan on doing anything bad. After all, last time Fang Zhou was drunk, and nothing happened.

This time, the result wasn’t much different.

But as long as she was by his side, she felt content.

Finally, Han Xi fell asleep with a smile.

The night breeze blew in through the window. On the bed, the two seemed to sense the temperature drop and cuddled closer together.

***

The next morning, sunlight brought warmth into the room.

In the heat of summer, the rising temperature made everything feel stifling, even in sleep.

The man woke up drenched in sweat, feeling hot and trying to throw off the covers.

However, instead of the covers, he flung aside a hand.

Fang Zhou suddenly sensed something was off. Why did what he touched feel so soft?

Opening his eyes, he was shocked.

Why was there a woman in his bed?

The woman had black hair covering her face, her features obscured.

But her curvaceous figure, fair skin, delicate collarbone, and slightly raised chest were all clearly visible, making a huge impact on Fang Zhou.

He held his breath, in disbelief.

Glancing around, he confirmed it was indeed his room.

Damn, did Li Siming bring someone over last night?

When did that guy become so considerate?

Wait, he’s a model socialist youth! How could he do something like this?

Something had definitely gone wrong!

While Fang Zhou was lost in thought, the woman beside him moved.

She slowly raised her arm, placing it on Fang Zhou’s face, as if trying to touch him.

Fang Zhou bolted upright, looking at her in terror.

What’s going on? The service is over, why are you still touching me?

Noticing his movement, the woman slowly opened her eyes, brushing her hair aside to reveal a face as serene as the moon.

Normally indifferent, she now looked languid and relaxed, like a queen waking in her 800-square-meter bed, waiting to be served.

It was Han Xi!

Fang Zhou was astonished and terrified.

He backed away repeatedly, staring at Han Xi, trying to comprehend what was happening.

Her crescent-moon-like eyes fixed on him, silently questioning, “What’s wrong?”

At this moment, Han Xi had shed her usual aloofness, her fair face looking youthful and soft—adorable.

No man could resist a beautiful woman looking at him like that.

Fang Zhou was no exception.

Especially since this woman was Han Xi, someone he had once been intimately close with.

He suddenly felt his throat itch, unable to meet her gaze.