"Cannon Fodder Being Riden" - 68 What do you really want?

"What are you doing?" As soon as Luo Aiai opened the door, she saw Zhou Zhou sitting on the sofa like a Bodhisattva, with the dishes she had put there before leaving on the coffee table in front of him.
"Didn't I tell you to heat up these dishes in the microwave? Aunt Lin said you used to be able to make these things, how come you're getting worse and worse?" Luo Aiai was almost going crazy. A ten-day trip to Europe had completely won over her mother, selling her here as a slave.
"Have you been drinking?" Zhou Zhou said something completely out of the ordinary.
"You want to control me when I drink? Let me tell you, I'm just someone your mother asked me to take care of you, not your servant. It's none of your business what I do!" Luo Aiai said, feeling much better. "So what if I want to drink? I'm drinking now." With that, Luo Aiai got up and started looking for some alcohol.
She opened the refrigerator but couldn't find what she was looking for. Finally, Luo Aiai found a bottle of white liquor in the living room, used as decoration; it looked quite old. She picked it up, uncapped it, and started gulping it down. The liquor seemed to be of good quality; it wasn't harsh on the throat, but rather had a pleasant aroma.
As Luo Aiai drank, she complained, "Did I betray my country or do something heinous in my past life? I have to pay for it in this life! Why is nothing going smoothly?..."
The man who had been sitting on the sofa got up silently, took the food to the microwave to heat it up, and his movements were natural and smooth.
After heating it up, he sat at the table and began to eat at a leisurely pace. He ate all the food, then took the dishes to the kitchen, put on gloves, and carefully washed them. This took about 40 minutes.
By the time he finished, the woman was already passed out on the sofa, drunk. Her lips were slightly parted, and her cheeks were flushed.
The man sighed softly, picked up the woman, and carried her to the guest room.
Lay the woman flat and unbutton her shirt. Carefully remove her high heels and stockings.
He sat on the edge of the bed and began to scrutinize the woman.
The woman looked exceptionally beautiful after drinking. Her skin was already fair, and her small face, flushed with alcohol, appeared rosy, as if she had applied the finest blush. Her lips were thin and naturally slightly parted, making it seem as if her breath alone could intoxicate.
The man thought for a moment, then reached out and took the hairband she was using to tie her hair. Her long, black hair fell loose, adding to her charm.
Scientific research suggests that intoxicated people should wear loose clothing for greater comfort. With that in mind, the man's hand reached for the woman's blouse.

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