“Did you hold your ex-boyfriend like this too?”
Xie An leaned in close to Xu Qingzhou’s ear and whispered softly.
There was a hint of jealousy in her tone.
“Probably, I guess.”
“From now on, only hold me.”
Xie An wasn’t satisfied with that answer, but she knew Xu Qingzhou had dated an ex-boyfriend before.
If there hadn’t been any intimate contact, she wouldn’t have believed it.
But more intimate things were only between her and Xu Qingzhou—that was fine.
Only she had heard Xu Qingzhou’s most vulnerable moans in bed.
Thinking like that made it feel a little better.
Xu Qingzhou felt the other woman hug her even tighter than before.
It was obvious jealousy.
She didn’t say anything.
This person was so childish—really so childish.
Did she think she was in her twenties?
The sensation of speeding like lightning was something Xie An experienced for the first time.
It felt like the thrill of skipping class in high school.
Very stimulating, and of course, the girl by her side was the one she liked most.
She felt very happy right now—truly very happy.
At the nightclub entrance, Xie An got off the bike.
It was her first time riding a motorcycle, and she wasn’t quite used to it yet.
But she was willing to get used to this feeling for Xu Qingzhou’s sake—and she also wanted to make her healthier.
Fatten her up a bit, make her healthier.
She lived in Xu Qingzhou’s home every day. Even fostering Tangyuan there was to help adjust her living habits. Xu Qingzhou had suffered so much in the first half of her life, but now someone loved her and cared for her.
She hoped Xu Qingzhou could live a better life.
“How was it? You’ve never had an experience like this before, right? Doesn’t this feel amazing, Dr. Xie?”
Xu Qingzhou started teasing her.
She let out a roguish chuckle.
She was already thirty; she’d seen everything she should and shouldn’t have.
As for adult videos, no need to mention them.
She couldn’t even count them all.
All uncut and collector’s editions.
She was thirty—couldn’t she watch them anymore?
Xie An had probably watched a lot too, of course, all tooth-rotting sweet ones.
Don’t think randomly.
“Yeah, it really feels amazing.”
Xie An took off her helmet, leaned in slightly, and whispered into Xu Qingzhou’s ear.
It was like they were doing something intimate.
They were pressed very close.
For some reason, it always felt a bit suggestive.
This woman was going to be the death of her.
It didn’t feel like she was talking about the motorcycle at all—like she was referring to something much more intimate.
Xu Qingzhou touched her nose, feeling like she’d lost again somehow.
After stowing the helmet, she led Xie An into the nightclub.
The lights inside were a bit blinding, and the air carried the scent of alcohol mixed with all sorts of perfumes.
She didn’t like it.
Xu Qingzhou found a spot to sit. Since she’d taken cefaclor, she couldn’t drink alcohol.
“One Long Island Iced Tea and a big glass of watermelon juice, both with ice…”
“Watermelon juice at room temperature, iced for the alcohol. Thanks.”
Xie An cut her off directly.
She even pointed at her teeth. If the other woman hadn’t reminded her, Xu Qingzhou really would have forgotten.
She regretted bringing her even more now.
Why was her ex still controlling her after they’d broken up?
She felt a bit depressed.
Xie An knew she would definitely get drunk tonight. If she didn’t, Xu Qingzhou wouldn’t be satisfied.
So the alcohol was hers.
The watermelon juice was Xu Qingzhou’s.
“Why don’t you go dance?”
“How? No alcohol, and room-temperature watermelon juice—not iced. What’s the point?”
Xu Qingzhou wilted immediately.
Was Xie An the karma from her previous life?
She had to pay it back honestly in this one, especially by listening to her.
Why did she still have to listen to her ex after breaking up?
Seeing that the other woman didn’t seem too happy, Xie An stood up. Her white short-sleeved shirt and jeans stood out among the nightclub girls in revealing outfits.
Her scent was a faint woody perfume.
She was like a white swan that had accidentally fallen into the nightclub.
Especially since she’d dragged her here herself—this white lotus who was completely different from her indulgent lifestyle.
Xie An walked over and gallantly extended her hand.
“Teach me how to dance, okay?”
“Me?”
“Yeah, you. Teach me to dance.”
Xu Qingzhou reluctantly took her hand.
The two of them walked into the crowd, where the music grew louder and louder.
Xu Qingzhou threw herself into the music.
She danced and jumped wildly.
She was always alone at home.
She actually hated loneliness and liked crowded places.
Especially coming back from the noisy studio to a dark house every day.
She was a little scared, but there was no way around it.
She had lots of friends on her phone, and plenty of close ones.
But those with partners were with them, and those without had their own things to do.
Even if she treated her friends to dinner every day, once it ended, endless loneliness enveloped her. She had no one to talk to, no one to confide in—she could only rely on alcohol.
Whenever she felt lonely, she came to the nightclub to drink and dance.
Then she’d take a cab home or get a hotel room to sleep.
At least it was better than staying quietly alone at home. She felt pretty busy that way.
Staying busy every day, always at the dubbing studio staring at work.
It was all because she was afraid of loneliness, so she threw herself into work.
Only when busy did she stop overthinking.
Xie An watched her, her eyes fixed only on her.
What she saw wasn’t this indulgent Xu Qingzhou in front of her, but the little girl wrapped in darkness, huddled in the corner, crying in fear. She knew the old Xu Qingzhou wasn’t like this.
“The drinks are here. Let’s go have some.”
Xie An said to her.
Xu Qingzhou was tired from dancing and panted lightly.
On the table, the Long Island Iced Tea and watermelon juice—she subconsciously reached for the alcohol glass.
But Xie An slapped it away.
She’d almost forgotten she’d taken cefaclor today.
If she really drank, she’d be flat on her back tomorrow.
Better not.
Even if she lived alone and wasn’t afraid of dying.
She still wanted to die later—she didn’t want to die now.
She grabbed her watermelon juice and drank most of it.
It was pretty good, just missing something.
Missing the alcohol, but she couldn’t drink.
Xie An sat in the chair, sipping the Long Island Iced Tea slowly.
“You know this drink has a high alcohol content, right? And you’re drinking it?”
“Does this drink… have a high alcohol content?”
Xie An was a bit confused. Soon, her cheeks flushed with two patches of camel red.
Xu Qingzhou knew it.
She thought the other woman would switch, but she really didn’t?
Had water gotten into her brain?
A few people in the nightclub were looking at her.
She felt inexplicably irritated.
She turned to Xie An, who was still sipping slowly from her glass.
Whispered softly.
“Drunk already?”
“Nope.”
“You’re really good at making trouble.”
Xu Qingzhou had no choice. She hadn’t even stayed long at the nightclub.
And now she had a big trouble on her hands. No way around it—she called a cab for Xie An first.
After putting her in, she rode the motorcycle home.
She parked the bike at the apartment entrance.
Then waited at the main gate for the cab, paid, and pulled Xie An out.
She mentally noted a debt on the other woman.
“What are you looking at? You have to pay me back this money when you’re sober.”
“Oh.”
“Carry me on your back.”
“Carry… carry your sister!”
Xu Qingzhou supported her a couple times—this woman was so clingy.
Someone half a head taller than her pressing down—it was shameless.
“Come on, get on. Just this once.”
“Oh.”
