"No need. I can do it myself." Ai Zhiyin flatly refused.
Although the alcohol made her body weak and unable to use any strength, she still stubbornly put on her clothes by herself.
"Turn around and don't look." Ai Zhiyin ordered.
"Zhiyin, don't be like this. There's no need to be shy. We are still husband and wife..."
"Turn around, don't make me say it a second time."
Han Ji looked at her deeply, and finally turned around reluctantly, sitting up straight and facing the windshield.
"There's really no need for you to be shy in front of me..."
"It has nothing to do with shyness," Ai Zhiyin emphasized coldly, "It's dignity."
Han Ji was helpless and could only turn his back and wait for Ai Zhiyin to slowly put on her clothes.
"You go sit inside for a while, I'll clean up the car. If you don't want to wash up here, you can ask the designated driver to drive to the apartment and wash it there. Is that okay?"
"Yeah." Ai Zhiyin responded coldly, then pushed the door and got out of the car.
However, the effect of the alcohol had not yet worn off. When she got out of the car, her legs were weak and she felt like she was about to fall as soon as her feet touched the ground.
Fortunately, Han Ji got out of the car right after her, walked over quickly, and supported her in a hurry.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you drink so much," Han Ji bent down, picked up Ai Zhiyin, and carried her back into the house.
On the way, Ai Zhiyin lowered her head. Han Ji couldn't see her expression clearly, and it was hard to understand.
"Uncomfortable?" Han Ji asked tentatively.
"I'm fine, just a little dizzy."
"I don't mean drinking."
Ai Zhiyin was slightly startled, then realized that he was referring to what had just happened.
She tilted her head. "I'm not in the habit of talking about it afterwards."
"Things like this also need to be discussed afterwards. If you don't tell me, I won't know where I did something wrong."
Ai Zhiyin's ears felt a little hot, but she still said indifferently: "Is this all based on your experience from hundreds of battles?"
Han Ji's face was stiff, and he smiled bitterly: "Can't get through, right?"
Ai Zhiyin: "Don't try to use the same tactics on me that you use on others. It won't work. I don't want to be compared to trash."
After Han Ji came in, he put the person on the sofa.
After being released, Ai Zhiyin struggled to move to the side, found a corner, and leaned against it with all her strength.
Han Ji sat down next to him, "Are you cold? I'll go get you a blanket."
Ai Zhiyin: "No, I want to touch as little of the things here as possible."
Han Ji's heart sank, "Including me?"
Ai Zhiyin: "You are nothing."
A double entendre.
Han Ji: "Finally said what you wanted to say?"
Ai Zhiyin leaned against the back of the sofa, turned her head away, and didn't look at him.
Han Ji was helpless. "Except you, I have never hugged any woman. You don't have to dislike everything. There are some things I only do for you. You are my wife, so of course I have to pay attention to your feelings. I have never compared you with others. This kind of thing, no matter how I explain it, it is just a sophistry. If you don't want to hear it, I can't say it."
The more he said, the more he would damage his image in front of Ai Zhiyin.
Although, he has no image at all.
If he were to explain or quibble, he could just say that the women outside were just looking for temporary physical pleasure after the novelty came to them.
He could also say that since it's others who serve him, there's no need for him to condescend, or even disregard others' feelings. The only person who can serve him and care about the other person's feelings in bed is his significant other.
But he couldn't say such words.
Cheating is inherently wrong, whether you are doing it for the sake of novelty or excitement, it is wrong.
No matter how much you explain, it will be wrong.
Even if he was lucky and felt that his crime was not punishable by death, even if he had been trying to comfort himself, thinking that he treated Ai Zhiyin specially, treating her as the Supreme God, and himself as a devout believer, and worshipping her.
Nothing can erase the fact that he made a mistake.
Being humble, even humble enough to be in the dust, cannot offset the mistakes made before.
"I respect your concern, and I promise that I will never do to you what I have done to others," Han Ji vowed.
Ai Zhiyin chuckled, "You've slept with others before, and you just slept with me again, how do you count it?"
Han Ji's heart was pierced with pain. "Don't belittle yourself like that. The fault is mine, not yours. If you really mind, I will try not to touch you in the future."
Ai Zhiyin: "Try your best? You really know how to leave yourself some room."
Han Ji: "You can ask me to swear anything else, but I can't guarantee this."
Ai Zhiyin: "Should I praise you for your honesty, or scold you for never being able to let go of this kind of thing?"
Han Ji: "It's up to you, you can think whatever you want. I can't promise you, I really can't control it. I took a look at you at the door of the study at that time, and then... it became like this." His tone gradually became less confident.
Ai Zhiyin turned her head and looked at him with a frown, "Took a look? Took a look at what?"
Han Ji lowered his eyes, "Neckline."
Ai Zhiyin looked at him warily, wrapped her coat tighter around her, and then turned sideways, facing away from him.
Han Ji saw her disgusted and wary look and sighed slightly, "I'll go clean up the car."
Ai Zhiyin's voice was hoarse, and she pretended not to care. She said "hmm" softly, then closed her eyes to rest.
Before leaving, Han Ji said, "The car is really clean. Apart from you, I didn't..."
"Shut up," Ai Zhiyin interrupted.
She was annoyed and angry. How could this man become like this?
You can say some dirty words anytime and anywhere.
outside the house.
Han Ji leaned into the back seat and bent down to deal with the papers on the floor.
Seeing only half a pack of tissues left on the back seat, I felt unhappy at all.
Although it was quite enjoyable just now.
But after the pleasure comes endless self-loathing and emptiness.
What if I get her and satisfy myself?
Ai Zhiyin still disliked and hated him as always.
She wouldn't give her any smile or good look.
After cleaning up the garbage in the car, he opened all four doors to let the smell go.
He leaned against the back of the car and lit a cigarette.
After waiting for a while, he closed the car door, got in, and took out the solid air freshener from the front storage cabinet.
Air fresheners are also Ai Zhiyin's habit. She is very sensitive to the environment and smell in the car, and has odor eliminators in all the cars at home.
He never cared about these things before, but now it seems... she really understands life.
After a while, the scent of green oranges spread out, covering up the subtle scent of joy.
Han Ji sat in the car for a while, took out his cell phone and made a call.
When the call went through, he said, "I'll get a designated driver over for me later. Also, from now on... whoever wants to come can stay. No need to reserve it for me."
The person on the other end of the phone asked a few questions.
Han Ji: "Nothing, I don't like it anymore, and there's no need. No, don't find me another place. If anyone really needs something in the future, let him come to my house."
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