Shen Zhirou didn’t quite understand the meaning behind his question.

What did he mean by saying he wasn’t Lu Fanghuai?

However, she didn’t think too deeply about it, assuming he was just drunk and muddled.

Still, she answered his question seriously.

“If you weren’t Lu Fanghuai, then we wouldn’t be together.”

Shen Zhirou felt her answer was flawless.

They met because she knew the name “Lu Fanghuai.” If he wasn’t called that, how would she have met him?

Zhou Jiayu’s heart sank at her response.

The confession he had prepared in his mind was instantly discarded.

It seemed tonight was not the best time for the truth…

—

The next morning.

Shen Zhirou was awakened by her alarm clock.

As she reached for her clothes on the floor, Zhou Jiayu pulled her back into his arms.

The moment their bodies touched, she clearly felt his morning erection pressing against her lower back.

“Where are you going?” he asked, kissing her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her closer to savor the intimate contact.

But the moment didn’t last long as she pushed him away.

“I have work today. I need to get up.” She picked up her clothes from the floor. “You can go back to sleep.”

“I’ll drive you.” He helped her with her bra, fastening the clasp at the back.

“No need, didn’t we take a taxi here yesterday? Is your car even here?”

Zhou Jiayu: “…”

“I’ll take a taxi myself.”

“Can I pick you up after work?” Zhou Jiayu said, rubbing her hand before letting her get out of bed.

Watching her dress and head to the bathroom to freshen up, he got up and put on a bathrobe, leaning against the bathroom door as she brushed her teeth.

“Message me when you finish work, and I’ll pick you up,” he repeated, watching her nod obediently.

To be honest, he still didn’t know where she worked or what she did for a living.

There were so many things he wanted to know about her.

But time was short, and soon he had to let her leave.

As Shen Zhirou hurried out, Zhou Jiayu stood at the door like a stone statue, watching until she disappeared at the end of the hallway before returning to the room.

What had been a comfortable hotel room now felt unwelcoming, especially the bed, which felt dull without her in it.

Zhou Jiayu touched the spot where Shen Zhirou had lain, finding no trace of her warmth left.

Completely awake, he reached for his phone.

Opening it, he saw a flood of WeChat messages.

All from Lu Fanghuai.

Lu Fanghuai: [What mischief were you up to in the bathroom? I know everything!]

Lu Fanghuai: [You’re shameless, getting a girl drunk and lying to her.]

Lu Fanghuai: [When will you introduce her to us? We want to see the beauty who has captured your heart!]

…

The sheer number of messages was overwhelming.

Closing his eyes to clear his head, he decided to call Lu Fanghuai.

“Who is it? I’m sleeping.” Lu Fanghuai squinted at the caller ID and spoke again, “Why are you calling so early? Didn’t you spend the night with that girl?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Did she dump you? Didn’t you win her over? Did you scare her by showing your dick too soon?” Lu Fanghuai sat up, glancing at Fang Wenting beside him, shaking his head.

Indeed, timing and the right person were everything for these matters.

For example, during their school days, when he and Fang Wenting were curious about sex, he had jokingly asked her if she wanted to see his dick while they were in the school restroom. She had actually looked and even helped him pee…

Times were different now. If Zhou Jiayu did that to a girl he just met, he’d be called a pervert!

Lu Fanghuai was about to seriously advise Zhou Jiayu on how not to scare girls when Zhou Jiayu repeated solemnly, “I need to talk to you. I’ll be downstairs at your hotel soon. Come down.”

He had to admit, he needed some relationship advice from Lu Fanghuai and Fang Wenting. He wanted to clear up the misunderstanding that he wasn’t Lu Fanghuai as soon as possible.

If necessary, he would take Lu Fanghuai directly to Shen Zhirou to explain everything.