A Steamy Wedding Night! Mortal Enemies by Day, Kissing Like Crazy by Night

[Sharp-Tongued, Soft-Hearted, Scheming CEO × Delicate, Teary-Eyed, Fussy Matchmaker] Zhou Youlin and Lan Zeyu had been sworn enemies since childhood. When she was four, she chased after him to kiss him, and he found her annoying. When she was twelve, he shoved her away in front of everyone. “Can you stay away from me?!” From then on, she swore never to chase after him again and became his sworn enemy. When the Zhou family ran into trouble, a marriage alliance was arranged to save the day. On their wedding night, after going hungry all day, she cooked a bowl of jian shou qing mushrooms to fill her stomach. Ten minutes later, she saw the refrigerator talking and little sprites flying all around the room. She stumbled after them into a bedroom, where she saw a two-meter-tall chicken drumstick lying on the bed, and pounced on it to take a bite. Lan Zeyu was dead drunk. Half-conscious, he thought: Why am I dreaming about clingy Lin? The next day, when the whole family opened the door, the eldest brother was the first to react. “Why don't... we let those two get married?” Zhou Youlin clutched the covers around herself. “I refuse! I just made the same mistake every woman in the world would make!” Lan Zeyu sneered. “I'd marry anyone before I'd marry her!” He said that, but ever since that night, he couldn't stop finding excuses to get close to her. He'd drop by her matchmaking agency when passing, or choose a restaurant downstairs from her place for dinner. Zhou Youlin was so flustered by his constant appearances that she asked, “Are you sick?” He kept a straight face. “Coincidence.” She strutted around in a spaghetti-strap dress. He stared at her for three seconds, then went and took a twenty-minute cold shower. He held her in the crook of his arm, his thumb brushing over the corner of her mouth. “Little Zhouzhou, when are you going to get a marriage license with me?” Her heart skipped a beat. “Didn't you say you wouldn't marry me?” He pulled her into his arms. “My darling, I was wrong.”