If a butterfly in the Amazon rainforest in South America occasionally flaps its wings, it can cause a tornado in Texas two weeks later. Then the love between Zou Nuo and Zhou Yan is the result of that poor butterfly flapping its wings a hundred times.
"I thought the rumored Zou Nuo was a gentle and reserved girl." Zhou Yan smiled, holding up his wine glass and looking at the girl in front of him who kissed him without any explanation.
"I also thought the rumored Zhou Yan was completely gay." Zou Nuo said through gritted teeth.
"Shouldn't you be the one who knows best whether I'm gay or not?" Zhou Yan suddenly approached Zou Nuo. "Didn't you enjoy the kiss yesterday, huh?"
"I thought you were the bartender invited by Xiaoxiao!" Zou Nuo felt a headache as he looked at the sinister man so close to him.
"So, Miss Zou." The sinister man suddenly said seriously, "I hope you will only talk to that one bartender in the future, only drink the wine made by that one bartender, and only get drunk in front of that one bartender."
Zou Nuo was so dizzy from the hangover that he couldn't hear what the polite scum in front of him was talking about. He just thought he was very noisy.
"Who are you, sir? Where did you get so many skills? Why do you care so much about me?" Zou Nuo felt her stomach burning like being scalded by boiling water. She felt dizzy and the world was shaking. She shook her head vigorously and took a step.
Zhou Yan caught Zou Nuo's missed kick with quick eyes and hands, and said in her ear: "If possible, I think I would prefer Miss Zou to call me Mr. Zhou... Or... My husband."