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295 Baby?Zhan Xiaobao?Xiao Yanyan?

When Zhan Yan heard Wen Rao's words, he immediately ran out of the kitchen, with water and detergent bubbles still dripping from his hands.

"What did you drink?"

When he saw Wen Rao shaking the can in his hand, his expression froze.

"This is the e-country beer that my uncle gave me, but it doesn't smell like alcohol. It smells like rice, but it's very strong. It's nicknamed a cup of beer."

Zhan Yan said, drying his hands and hurriedly came to Wen Rao's side.

Wen Rao was already drunk at this time.

She thought it was a drink Xiaoer bought, so she drank it when she was a little thirsty.

When Zhan Yan came to the sofa, Wen Rao was already drunk. She raised her hand to rub Zhan Yan's hair. She closed her eyes and felt the feel of his hair. Then she slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were slightly drunk and misty, yet pure and innocent.

"This hair feels really good. I wonder if the face feels good too?"

Wen Rao said, sliding down all the way, and her little hand reached Zhan Yan's face.

The feeling of touch made Zhan Yan's whole body tremble, and he looked at her quietly, as if time was stuck at this moment.

But Wen Rao didn't touch Zhan Yan's face, but squeezed it hard.

Zhan Yan, whose face was pinched and rubbed: "..."

"You're drunk, let me help you back to your room."

Zhan Yan sighed helplessly and drank the high-altitude beer as a drink without looking at her.

She was so violent when she was drunk, it made his face hurt when I pinched him.

"I don't want to go back to the room, I'm not sleepy yet. Your name is Zhan Yan, right? Have we decided to live together peacefully for a year? Then what should I call you in the future? You already call me Rao Rao, I should also have a friendly person I’ll call you by a certain name…”

Wen Rao tilted his head and leaned on Zhan Yan's arm, his eyes flickered, and Zhan Yan almost lost control of his sweetness, and his voice became deeper and deeper.

"You can call me whatever you want."

Zhan Yan looked at her drunken body, and primitive desires surged in his body.

Reason told himself again that Wen Rao was drunk and he could not take advantage of others.

"Then I'll call you...little baby? Zhan Xiaobao? Xiao Yanyan? Or baby Zhan Yan, which one do you like?"

Wen Rao's voice was soft and muffled when he was drunk, and every cry was on the top of Zhan Yan's heart.

Zhan Yan responded with a smile, "They all sound good and I like them all. You can change them every day, I have no objection."

Zhan Yan likes Wen Rao so much now.

It just feels like a soft and cute glutinous rice dumpling.

At this time, Xiaoer got up and went to the bathroom. Seeing this scene, he was stunned for a while and kindly reminded Zhan Yan, "Brother Zhan Yan, is my sister drunk? I wish you good luck."

After Xiaoer finished speaking, he went to the bathroom. Zhan Yan was a little confused. Why did Xiaoer wish him good luck?

He quite likes Wen Rao the way he is now.

But soon, Zhan Yan knew why Xiaoer wished him good luck.

He thought that Wen Rao would stick to him and say soft and sweet words when she was drunk. Unexpectedly, after a while, she pushed him away, sat cross-legged on the sofa and started to memorize the multiplication table.

"One to one makes one, one to two makes two, two to two makes four, one to three makes three..."

Wen Rao carried it on her back in a daze, Zhan Yan: "..." I really want to know what she experienced in childhood?

Xiaoer walked out of the bathroom and saw that his sister had already begun to recite the multiplication tables. Xiaoer showed a weird smile.

"Brother Zhan Yan, I feel relieved to have you taking care of my sister. You don't have to worry too much. My sister has no bad habits when she is drunk. She just likes to recite the multiplication table and sometimes recites Mulan poems."

After Xiaoer finished speaking, Zhan Yan signaled him to go and rest early.

Isn’t it just memorizing the multiplication tables and Mulan poems?

Just keep him company!

Such gentleness is more lovely.

But Zhan Yan soon discovered that that was not the case.

"Four-five-twenty, five-five-twenty, five-five-twenty-six...no, no, no...I memorized it wrong. Start over..."

Wen Rao memorized it several times but always made a mistake in the middle, so she had to start over.

She also pulled Zhan Yan and asked him to supervise her.

"You supervise me, I'm going to do it all over again now. One one makes one, one two makes two, two two makes four..."

Zhan Yan: "..." This is the fifth time.