I'm In Love With the Guy I Grew Up With Chapter 712: I Want to Sleep with You, What About You? (1 ad

He instructed the driver to take Liang Qianli away, and then he picked up Ruan Xixia, the woman in his arms suddenly clung tightly around his neck.

Ji Yemo’s body stiffened, his spine straightening rigidly.

He didn’t like won getting close to him; his only lover was Ruan Xixia, with whom he had been entangled for a full ten years.

Over these years, he also couldn’t figure out his own feelings for her.

To say he didn’t like her at all would be impossible, but to say it was the kind of deep love that led to marriage seed not quite there.

He lowered his eyelids slightly and stepped forward, carrying her into the car.

The driver asked, "Mr. Yemo, do we take Miss Ruan ho or...?"

The Ruan Family was very strict, and if she went back this drunk, she would surely be scolded.

After a mont of thought, Ji Yemo said, "Go to my apartnt."

...

Jinglan Garden.

Ji Yemo laid the bonelessly soft woman in his arms onto the bed, fed her so warm water, and Ruan Xixia finally woke up.

Her eyes squinted like a kitten’s, still drunk, "Ji Yemo?"

"It’s ," Ji Yemo said indifferently, "I’ve had your assistant call your family, no need to worry. Just wait a mont; I’ll go make you so sobering soup."

Ruan Xixia listened quietly, this was just like Ji Yemo.

There was never a fault to pick with him.

You can never tell if he likes you or dislikes you; he always gives a sense of aloofness like that of cold, towering mountains.

But you can’t hate him either; he is thorough in his actions, a gentleman through and through. Whatever he can think of for you, he will think of, like a ntor, like a benefactor, like that reachable light in the endless night.

The more out of reach it is, the more desperately one wants to get close, like a moth drawn to the fla.

She caught hold of his sleeve, her voice hazy, "Don’t go, I don’t want to drink it."

Ji Yemo raised an eyebrow and humd, "Hmm?"

"I don’t want to sober up; it’s quite nice to be drunk."

"You’ll feel unwell when you wake up in the morning."

"It’s okay..." Ruan Xixia laughed, a laugh that could captivate the city, otherworldly, with his figure reflected in her eyes, gathering an unknown courage; she grasped Ji Yemo’s tie, forcing him to lean down.

She kissed his lips.

Ji Yemo did not push her away, nor did he deepen the kiss, as if he were an emotionless machine.

Ruan Xixia’s shoulders shook uncontrollably, "Ji Yemo..."

"Hmm?" His tone remained indifferent, betraying no emotional fluctuation.

What Ruan Xixia hated the most was this about him; she gritted her teeth, steeled her heart, and started to tear at his shirt without any thod.

His expensive tailored shirt was thus ruined by her; Ji Yemo frowned, but his good upbringing prevented him from laying a hand on a drunken woman. Pushed and pulled in a half-hearted struggle, his clothing was mostly removed by her.

"What do you want to do, hm?"

Ruan Xixia’s eyes teased like silk, her breath as fragrant as orchids, but her eyes brimd with endless self-mockery, "I want to sleep with you, what about you? Do you want to sleep with ?"

Ji Yemo: "You’re drunk."

"Am I?"

"Yes."

A conversation devoid of substance, yet Ji Yemo was still patient.

Ruan Xixia let go of Ji Yemo, feeling deflated, "It seems you don’t want to, Ji Yemo, I really wonder if you ever see as a woman."

It seed like Ji Yemo laughed, "I do."

"Then am I attractive to you?"

"Yes," he candidly admitted, pausing for a mont, "Although I’m not much of a good man, you are a good girl, Xixia, and I won’t hurt you."

Ruan Xixia: "..."

...

Ji Family.

As soon as Ning Xixi got ho, she heard the exhilarated voice of Mama Ji, "Xixi! Yebai! Look who’s back!"