He had drunk some wine, but he was still not drunk; however, his words sounded more like drunken babble.
"Qi Cheng." She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning on him with emotion, "Since you said it like this, I won't hesitate either. I will feel guilty, probably because I still have my own conscience!"
If she didn't feel a bit guilty, maybe she wouldn't be a normal person.
The next morning, Ji Yunhuan and Qi Cheng got up very early. Guests were coming to the house, so they could not laze around in bed as usual. That would be very impolite.
As Qi Cheng went downstairs, he happened to run into Father Su who was exercising. Seeing that they had something to discuss, Ji Yunhuan didn't go over.
She returned to the room, poured herself a cup of coffee, and then heard a voice from behind, "Drinking coffee in the morning is not good for your health."
Aunt Su stood behind Ji Yunhuan, draped in a fringed shawl, looking elegant and dignified.
