Ye Li silently took a glance at Ji Yanchen; he was indeed drunk. His eyes carried a clear drunken haze, his usually cool, jade-like face now slightly flushed, lips faint, the rigorous air about him had been disrupted, giving rise to an impulse to overpower him.
Alright, she felt like committing a color robbery.
The man hurriedly said, "Okay then, class leader, but you'll have to walk on your own. Sister Ye, a young lady, certainly won't be able to carry you."
Ye Li expressed her agreement and whispered in his ear, "Can you walk?"
"Hmm." Ji Yanchen responded, his thin lips brushing past Ye Li's cheek, his voice deep and husky but magnetic, "Wife, let's go home."
Her heart, it truly couldn't be saved anymore.
With her heart throbbing wildly like it had been struck by a little deer, Ye Li very calmly got into the car with Ji Yanchen.
Zhou Ran looked back and asked, "Mrs., is President Ji really alright?"
