The night passed without incident.
When Zhou Qing woke up, he discovered it was already past seven in the morning.
There were sounds coming from the kitchen.
By the time Zhou Qing got dressed and came out, Liu Yaqing was standing at the kitchen door with a gentle expression, smiling as she chatted with Zhou Weining.
"Xiao Qing is up," Liu Yaqing began.
Zhou Weining, wearing a light green apron, poked his head out, "You're up, your tolerance for alcohol really isn't up to par. You need to practice more. Go wash up quickly and come eat breakfast."
Zhou Qing felt somewhat embarrassed, "Mayor, I..."
Zhou Weining waved his hand, "At home, there's no need for such formalities. Go wash up quickly."
Liu Yaqing kindly prepared toothpaste and a cup for Zhou Qing.
While washing up, Zhou Qing stole several glances at Liu Yaqing, feeling shocked and increasingly alert. How could this woman remain so calm and composed?
Last night...
It was thrilling indeed.
