At this moment, Jiang Yingchi's shirt was completely wrinkled.
He squinted slightly, a shadow falling over his thick eyelashes, his thin lips parted slightly, and he breathed softly, the rhythm of his Adam's apple gradually calming down.
Ning Qiluo felt a burning sensation in her palm, withdrew her hand, and looked at Jiang Yingchi with a look of utter disbelief.
First time meeting...
Noticing her cheeks were burning, Ning Qiluo covered them.
She used a bit of force, and her lips pouted.
He didn't look drunk at all; his eyes were clear, and there wasn't even a hint of flush on his face. But if it weren't for her father saying that Jiang Yingchi couldn't hold his liquor, Ning Qiluo would have been convinced he was faking it.
"Jiang Yingchi?" She leaned down slightly.
Jiang Yingchi opened her eyelids.
His eyes were still clear, but not as clear as during the day.
"Aro".
"Um?"
"I'm asleep," he said.
Ning Qiluo paused for a moment, then said, "You go to sleep first."
"We'll do it together." He turned over, grabbed her waist precisely, and pressed her down. Ning Qiluo was caught off guard and was pushed down by him.
However, he didn't make any other moves this time.
His hands were just wrapped around her waist, his eyes were closed again, his clarity had faded considerably, and he was truly drunk.
Before Ning Qiluo came to the Jiang Group—
Jiang Yingchi had been counting down the time, waiting for her to arrive.
I waited for a long time but she didn't come. Considering her personality, she hates trouble the most, so she probably won't come.
At most, they would have dinner delivered.
Feeling down, Jiang Yingchi poured herself a glass of wine.
He rarely drinks alcohol because he knows his own alcohol tolerance.
The last time we drank together was when I accepted Qi Zhenzhou's invitation.
Everything was prepared, but surprisingly, Qi Zhenzhou didn't make it difficult for him to drink more, only taking a few sips.
Standing by the window, overlooking the Milky Way and night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Jiang Yingchi was not drunk at all. He drank two more glasses, then returned to the lounge and lay down on the bed, still holding a wine glass in his hand.
When he heard the door open, without looking or searching, he knew it was A'Luo. So he dropped his wine glass, making a noise to let her in…
Slightly tipsy, Jiang Yingchi's vision was blurry, and a deep sleepiness was engulfing him.
Ning Qiluo realized he seemed to be asleep, but when she moved, the arm around her waist didn't loosen its grip at all. So she simply reached out and pinched Jiang Yingchi's face: "Wake up!"
He didn't wake up, and he didn't make a sound.
"Fire!"
"Home invasion robbery!"
Your money has been stolen!
"I'm going to be stolen from too!"
The first three sentences failed to elicit the slightest reaction from Jiang Yingchi.
Jiang Yingchi suddenly opened her eyes when she heard the last sentence, "I'm going to be stolen from too."
As soon as they opened their eyes, their gazes met directly.
He hugged her: "Don't be afraid, A'luo, I'm here."
Ning Qiluo: "..."
She never expected to run into Jiang Yingchi drinking tonight!
How much sorrow can one have? I wonder what he is sorrowing about.
Holding him like this, she gently patted his back: "Jiang Yingchi, are you hungry?"
"Um."
Do you want to eat?
"Um."
"are you hungry?"
"Um."
She doubted that whatever she said, his response would likely be nothing more than a simple "hmm."
His mind was still relatively clear, but drowsiness overwhelmed him, so when he opened his eyes, Ning Qiluo was no longer clearly visible to him.
Ning Qiluo slowly pushed him away and coaxed, "Jiang Yingchi, shall we go eat? I'll feed you."
Jiang Yingchi, looking incredibly obedient, agreed, "Okay."
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