Cheng Yanzhi didn't drink much, but he himself drank quite a lot.
It seemed like he had something on his mind.
An Qi had someone prepare a sobering soup for him and supported him upstairs.
Li Jiangyuan said, "An Qi, I'm not drunk."
"People who are drunk all say that."
"I'm just sad." His voice was full of sorrow. "How can you forgive me? Just tell me, and I'll do anything!"
"You're drunk, I don't want to talk about this topic with you." She placed him on the bed and tried to stand up, but he pulled her back.
He was a bit drunk, losing control of his strength, and she fell heavily onto him.
He held her tightly.
The scent on her body was, to him, like a catalyst.
An Qi resisted, "Li Jiangyuan."
But he was a man, much stronger than she was.
Now he wouldn't listen to a word she said.
His hands tore her coat open, revealing the off-shoulder dress underneath.
"Li Jiangyuan!" An Qi said, "If you do this, I'll be angry! I won't forgive you! Do you hear me?"
