Chapter 35 Honey, you're so handsome, let me touch you.

What exactly is this kind of fun?

The people in the private room didn't know.

Since Duan Jinchi didn't come to the private room, Song Yinxi picked up her bag and left first.

As soon as Song Yinxi stepped out of the private room, she saw Duan Jinchi, who looked travel-worn, walking towards her.

Song Yinxi immediately got into character, her body went limp as she leaned against the wall, her eyes hazy, looking drunk, and softly called out, "Husband~"

Duan Jinchi's face was dark and gloomy. He swept her up in his arms and said, "What kind of cooperation is worth getting this drunk? Anyone who keeps plying you with alcohol is no good person and not worth cooperating with!"

Song Yinxi leaned against him, able to clearly feel his chest heaving violently with anger. Without any hesitation, she reached out and touched his chest, "You're so handsome... Your pectoral muscles are so muscular, you've really worked out well, let me touch them."

"You've touched me several times already!" Duan Jinchi couldn't help but chuckle, but his tone was tinged with helplessness. "Did you even listen to what I just said?"

"What? You want to kiss me again? We're outside!" Song Yinxi pretended to be shy and buried her face in his chest, but her hands continued to pinch and knead him restlessly.

oops!!

Duan Jinchi: "..."

You can't have a conversation with a drunk person.

Duan Jinchi put her in the car, and Song Yinxi clung to him like an octopus.

The driver was very sensible and lowered the partition, creating a closed space in the spacious back seat.

Song Yinxi straddled Duan Jinchi's lap, kneading and pinching his face. "If you hadn't told me you were my husband when I woke up, I would have thought you were my mortal enemy. Otherwise, why would I want to slap you just because I see your face!"

Duan Jinchi leaned against her, her entire weight pressing down on him. She was teasing him like this, rubbing his face. He even started to wonder if Song Yinxi had regained her memories!

Slap him!

Duan Jinchi pinched her soft waist as punishment, "Baby, it's because we had a fight before, and you were angry with me, that's why you wanted to slap me."

Song Yinxi gently patted his face and said softly, "Then don't make me angry in the future. Your face is so handsome, I can't bear to slap you!"

"You're reluctant to part with it?" Duan Jinchi laughed.

They say that feeling sorry for someone is the beginning of liking them.

Does the fact that Song Yinxi couldn't bear to slap him mean that she's really starting to like him?

She nodded. "I can't bear to part with him. My husband is handsome, he gives me money, buys me jewelry, and even a car! Wow, you're so wonderful! How could I have such a great husband?"

Duan Jinchi was so coaxed that he pouted.

"Honey~"

As Song Yinxi spoke, she began to unbutton her shirt.

Duan Jinchi's eyes darted around in panic, "The car, my wife, she's in the car, in the car—"

“What’s wrong with being in the car? It’s our own car, the back seat is so wide, I could kneel down in it…”

Kneel, kneel down?

Why is she kneeling down?

Duan Jinchi's ears turned bright red, his heart burned, and his whole body tensed up. "Wife, did you... did you see something... weird?"

"What are you being shy about!" Song Yinxi sat on his lap, twisting her waist and involuntarily pressing her body closer to him, "Mmm—"

A kiss landed on his lips.

Duan Jinchi licked his lips. It was strange; Song Yinxi smelled of alcohol, but her breath didn't.

"You're acting like an innocent man. We're newlyweds, shouldn't we try some new things? Have we tried 'car sex' yet?" Song Yinxi drew circles on her chest with her fingertips.

Duan Jinchi's mind was buzzing. What, what—

What did she say?

"We, my wife..."

Song Yinxi was practically laughing inside. How could he be so easily charmed?

Just those two sentences were enough to make him feel hot all over, and he couldn't even look her in the eye.

"Have we... tried?" Song Yinxi asked, unwilling to give up.

"No, not yet..."

There wasn't even one in the bed, let alone in the car!

So, Song Yinxi has a little yellow heart inside her?

She also likes being in the car?

"Huh?! There isn't one?"

Song Yinxi excitedly patted him hard.

ah!

pain!

She looks thin, but she has a surprisingly strong grip.

"No..." Duan Jinchi lowered his voice.

"What about the office?" Song Yinxi pressed.

"No...no."

Song Yinxi's eyes widened in shock. "Where's the sofa? The bathroom? The area in front of the French windows? The hotel?"

Duan Jinchi was heartbroken...

In Song Yinxi's eyes, their relationship must be full of passion and excitement, right?

cocoa……

They were neither a real couple nor had they ever had a marital relationship.

Tragic...

That's him!

"Looking at your eyes, you don't even have any, do you?" Song Yinxi said with a look of disgust. "Oh no, you're no good..."

"I can do it!"

Duan Jinchi exclaimed excitedly, "Why can't I? I'm perfectly healthy!"

“You can’t…” Song Yinxi shook her head slightly, “Otherwise, how could you resist someone as beautiful as me?”

Duan Jinchi clenched his fist in grief and indignation, "Do you believe me, I'm a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle?"

Song Yinxi shook her head, "We're both under thirty, a young couple, yet we don't have a marital life. Platonic love... I don't feel this is the married life I want. I don't like Platonic love!"

"I don't want Plato—"

"I don't want Plato—"

"I want kisses, hugs, and to be lifted up high..."

"But I love you so much, but being with you is like a platonic relationship, so... maybe we should get a divorce..."

Duan Jinchi initially watched her act quietly, but now he can't stand it anymore.

"No! Honey, we're really not platonic. We've been sleeping separately lately because you haven't fully recovered." Duan Jinchi grabbed her wrist. "Baby, believe me..."

"Hmm... I don't believe it."

"You have to believe me, because I'm your husband!" Duan Jinchi was furious. "I'll give you everything you want in the future!"

Song Yinxi narrowed her eyes, "Will... it?"

"meeting!"

"Really?"

Song Yinxi pouted.

What kind of expression is that?

What expression is that?

He was also in his prime, he was also young and vigorous, and he was also burning with desire, okay?

Duan Jinchi scooped her up and pulled her into his arms, their waists pressed together. He breathed heavily and whispered in her ear, "Baby, feel it for yourself. Will you consider me...?"

Song Yinxi dared not move. Woman, you've played with fire!

The fire is burning quite fiercely tonight.

"What if...you're all looks and no substance?" Song Yinxi whispered.

Duan Jinchi is about to explode.

Even if his arch-nemesis has lost his memory, he still knows how to hit a nerve.

"At least I'm good at hardware. If you divorce me and find someone else outside, they might not be as good as me!" Duan Jinchi said quietly, "Definitely not as good as me!"

(ˉ▽￣～) Tsk~~

man.

Today, with my feet firmly on the ground, I feel confident all over again.

"How would I know? I'm a traditional woman, and you're the only man I have..." Song Yinxi nestled shyly in his arms. "I've never seen anyone else like that..."

"You don't need to see anyone else, I'm enough..."

Song Yinxi stroked his cheek with her left hand, "Then prove it to me tonight, and I'll reluctantly believe you..."