"Yes, I promise." Ji Shiting sounded serious. "What kind of wedding do you want?"
"As long as you're the groom." She suddenly smiled and looked at him seriously.
"Of course."
Ji Shiting couldn't help looking solemn.
Ye Shengge couldn't even scream.
…
A drunk woman was easy to talk to. Unless it hurt too much, she wouldn't struggle no matter what he asked.
Ji Shiting felt that his actions were despicable. If he were sober, she wouldn't have let him touch her, but he couldn't care less about that now.
The woman's body was delicate and soft, and he was addicted. Even when she asked for water, Ji Shiting couldn't bear to part with her, so he carried her to find water.
It was the first time he had felt that night was so short when the sky lit up.
The woman on the bed had fallen asleep long ago, and she would only moan when he hit her hard. Even though he was paying attention, he still left some marks on her body.
