Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"I...I may be too tired." Zhuo Shu turned around and said in a deep voice, a trace of surprise and annoyance flashed across his masculine face.

Yao Rong stepped forward, hugged his waist from behind, put her face on his back, smelled the man's breath, and whispered: "Are you in trouble?"

Zhuo Shu turned around, picked her up, and let Yao Rong lean against her side.

"Hmm." The man kissed her head and face.

Zhuo Shu was ready. Suddenly, his whole body felt as if cold water had been poured on him.

"Zhuo Shu, what's wrong with you?..." Yao Rong was stunned for a moment.

Zhuo Shu retreated, and his body hit the pillar as if he was struck by lightning.

"I, I'm going for a walk." Zhuo Shu was about to leave, but Yao Rong grabbed him.

"How could.... Are you in a bad mood?" Yao Rong's fair face turned red, and she quickly retracted her hand.

She held on to Zhuo Shu, trying to figure out what was going on, until she seemed to realize something.

"Bang" Zhuo Shu turned around and punched the wall. He took a deep breath and said to her, "I may be too tired. Let's try again."

"Zhuo Shu." Yao Rong saw this and wanted to stop her, but Zhuo Shu carried her back to the room.

"Bang", his tall body fell to the ground, looking at himself in disbelief, like a joke.

"Zhuo Shu, it's okay." There were kiss marks on Yao Rong's neck.

She stepped forward and looked at Zhuo Shu.

The woman's small hand patted his shoulder and whispered: "It's okay! Trust me."

Zhuo Shu hugged her and held her tightly.

"Pop" he lit a cigarette and took a puff.

"Get some rest early." Zhuo Shu said in a deep voice, pulling the quilt for her before getting up and walking out, closing the door gently.

Watching him leave, Yao Rong lowered his head, reached for his phone, and searched: "I can't afford it, why?"

The information I checked online has different opinions.

"...If you can't get excited, it's usually because of a mental problem or...a physical problem." Yao Rong read the words and raised his eyes.

When she saw the door open, Zhuo Shu stood there, staring at her blankly.

"Pa" Yao Rong became anxious and threw the phone aside. She hugged the pillow and said to him: "You are back? If you are not busy, go to bed early."

Yao Rong said, lifting the quilt beside him and motioning for him to come up.

"I still have something to do." Zhuo Shu was embarrassed. Looking at the soft bed, he couldn't lift his feet. He turned around and walked out, closing the door gently.

Yao Rong sat by the bed and was silent for a long time. He reached for a coat, put it on and walked out.

Inside the courtyard, it was eerily quiet.

She stood in front of the door, looking at a certain corner. She walked over and vaguely heard movement. Yao Rong walked forward lightly and saw Zhuo Shu sitting there, pouring beer into his mouth.

"Bang" he raised the beer bottle, poured it towards his face, and wiped his face with his big palm, trying to wake himself up.

"Zhuo Shu, that's enough." Yao Rong stepped forward, slapped the beer bottle away, and lifted Zhuo Shu up, but he backed away to block her.

Yao Rong reached out and lifted his shoulders, looking at his somewhat depressed look, and dragged Zhuo Shu back. Zhuo Shu was afraid of hurting her, so he didn't dare to struggle. Plus, he was too drunk and couldn't stand steady.

"Bang" Zhuo Shu was thrown into the bathtub by her, and the general held him down to wash away all the alcohol smell from his body.

Zhuo Shu ran out of the bathtub, backed away step by step, and said to her, "I don't know what's going on? I'm useless, Yao Rong, I'm useless."

Without any warning, becoming a "soft man" in one second was a huge blow to Zhuo Shu.