Although Leng Linli was drunk, he had not lost his judgment. He had rested along the way and could have easily gone back by himself. However, after hearing Lu Jinchuan's words, he leaned back quietly and did not move.
After an unknown amount of time, someone came to move Leng Linli.
Leng Linli suddenly opened his eyes. In his field of vision, there were only two servants. After scanning the room, Leng Linli asked angrily, "Where is the young mistress?"
The two servants looked at each other and stammered, "The young mistress is asleep."
As he spoke, the servant reached out to help Leng Linli up.
"No need." Leng Linli replied indifferently, his sharp eyes fixed on the servant.
The servant's heart trembled violently, and he instinctively stepped back.
Leng Linli stepped out of the car with long, cold legs, his leg swaying slightly. His face was cold and his eyes were gloomy.
Lu Jinchuan followed behind, patting Leng Linli's shoulder: "Don't say your brother didn't give you any advice. You know how to play the victim, right? You know how to be shameless, right?"
Leng Linli ignored him and went straight upstairs.
Lu Jinchuan shook his head: "It seems she has truly fallen in love."
Would someone as arrogant as Leng Linli really pretend to be pitiful?
Can he really let go of his pride and dignity?
Lu Jinchuan couldn't help but feel worried.
Leng Linli pushed open the door and entered the room. His eyes darkened as he looked at Yan Zhi, who was fast asleep on the bed.
He was indeed drunk.
But he was indeed able to struggle home on his own.
But at one moment, Leng Linli just wanted to see if Yan Zhi would come down to pick him up.
She really didn't love him at all!
Leng Linli walked over and stood by the bed, looking down at Yan Zhi's face with a cold gaze. Under the night sky, her expression was as gentle as ever.
Seeing Yan Zhi fast asleep, Leng Linli felt a surge of anger coursing through his body and mind.
After a while, Leng Linli seemed to have exhausted all his energy. He slowly took off his shoes, gently got into bed, lay down next to Yan Zhi, and embraced her from behind.
Her body was a little cold, and a cold, sharp hand pressed against her skin, the palm feeling icy cold.
They hugged each other tighter and tighter.
He wished he could meld the person in his arms into his very bones.
That way, she'll be warm.
In that case, she must be his.
Leng Linli's chest heaved, and his long-suppressed emotions finally erupted. His grandmother's words had awakened him, but he was still angry at Yan Zhi's actions!
His voice was low, as if he were somewhat aggrieved: "I was drunk, why didn't you come to pick me up?"
His cold, sharp voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing Yan Zhi, or that Yan Zhi might not hear him. But the more he restrained himself, the colder his tone became.
Yan Zhi was momentarily confused. With her back to Leng Linli, she slowly opened her eyes.
She wasn't actually asleep.
Hearing Leng Linli's words, Yan Zhi felt complicated, unable to tell whether he was blaming her for not picking him up.
Or was he drunk and simply mistook her for a naive girl?
Instinct tends to favor the latter.
Thinking of this, Yan Zhi propped herself up and sat up to create some distance, but as soon as she lifted herself off the bed, Leng Linli pulled her back into his arms, even holding her tighter.
Yan Zhiwei turned her head slightly and glanced at Leng Linli. Before she could see Leng Linli's face clearly, his face suddenly buried in the crook of her neck. She could clearly feel his hot breath on her skin.
Yan Zhi's body stiffened.
This pose is too intimate.
She tried to push Gu Linli, but couldn't push him away at all. Instead, Leng Linli grabbed both of her hands with one hand.
Leng Linli buried his face in Yan Zhi's neck, his breathing becoming heavy. A strong desire lingered in his eyes, and his throat was dry and parched: "Wife..."
Is he calling her?
Are they still calling for a white lotus?
Yan Zhi was slightly taken aback, unable to discern the truth.
A warm touch came, and a kiss landed on the back of Yan Zhi's neck.
A series of kisses fell softly upon her. Leng Linli released Yan Zhi, one arm around her waist, the other reaching under her pajamas to caress her soft, smooth skin, gently holding and kneading it.
Yan Zhi's mind went blank for a second, but reason gradually returned. Her freed hand grabbed Leng Linli's restless hand: "Leng Linli... um..."
Yan Zhi opened her mouth, but the rest of her words were instantly swallowed by her lips and teeth. The cold and fierce kiss was wild and domineering, with an urgent sense of plunder. Yan Zhi didn't even have a chance to speak.
Breathing was disrupted and disordered.
He kissed her coldly and fiercely, his cloudy eyes narrowing, a hint of grievance in his voice as he accused, "Why don't you call me husband?"
These words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Yan Zhi, leaving her feeling both cold and hurt.
Why did you stop shouting? Doesn't Leng Linli know?
Taking advantage of Leng Linli's momentary lapse in concentration, Yan Zhi broke free and, sitting halfway up, said earnestly, "President Leng, look carefully, I am not a scheming woman."
Leng Linli knelt on the bed, his head drooping, looking somewhat dejected and innocent: "Wife, you're not allowed to call me President Leng... My head hurts, I want a kiss."
Yan Zhi looked at Leng Linli's expression and was a little confused. What was going on?
"Wife, kiss..."
"..." Yan Zhi ignored Leng Linli.
"Wife, hug me..."
Yan Zhi: "......"
Is the next step to lift him up high?
Yan Zhi stood there, stunned, without moving.
In a moment of panic, Leng Linli pounced on Yan Zhi again, pinning her beneath him. His forehead pressed against hers, their noses almost touching, their breaths mingling. Leng Linli pouted, "Wife... my head hurts. Look at me, kiss me..."
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