He thought Jun Ning ca to him purely to drink together.
Unexpectedly, she ca to talk about her feelings, and the subject was Qi Xiao.
His emotions were extrely complex, not knowing what to say, but looking at the face in front of him that rarely showed emotion yet now looked a bit downcast and sad, he especially wanted to comfort her.
Truly conflicted.
Ye Ying pressed his lips together, set down his drink, and sighed deeply, seemingly convincing himself.
He said, "Talk to , what happened between you and Qi Xiao? How did it co to this?"
Jun Ning held the wine pot, then sat beside Ye Ying, poured him a drink, and then took up the wine pot, drank heartily several gulps, swallowed, and said, "Qi Xiao seems not to like much, he seems unwilling about the marriage with ."
"He’s still unwilling?" Ye Ying found it strange, "What does he want by being unwilling? Is he trying to use this chance to ask you for so benefits?"
In Ye Ying’s impression, that kid Qi Xiao liked Jun Ning, and suddenly showing a dislike must an wanting sothing from Jun Ning, couldn’t think of anything else.
Jun Ning shook her head, "I don’t know."
"Brat!" Ye Ying said through clenched teeth, "Truly doesn’t appreciate what he has."
Does he know, this is the person he constantly thinks about, willing to risk his life to protect? He’s about to have her, yet acting like this?
Ye Ying was mad, planning to find a chance to give Qi Xiao a good beating.
Teach him to appreciate what he has.
"Ye Ying, what are you saying? I don’t understand." Jun Ning was drunk, she laid on the table in front, reminisced the past years, said, "Knowing Xiao Er was my blessing."
In her past life, she always believed emotions were burdens, hindrances affecting her progress.
But ever since the engagent with Qi Xiao, in the years Qi Xiao cared, needed, and valued her, her old mindset gradually faded away.
She started accepting having a future husband, started looking forward to Qi Xiao’s growth.
Exactly when this mindset arose, she couldn’t recall clearly, only knowing when confirming, she already determined Qi Xiao as her future husband, her only husband.
But why, does fate not follow desire?
When she didn’t like Qi Xiao, Qi Xiao clung to her, inseparable, causing her to visit the Qi Mansion frequently.
Once she liked Qi Xiao, Qi Xiao no longer clung to her.
"Ah..."
Jun Ning sighed, drank more wine.
How to relieve worry, only through Du Kang!
The ancients did not deceive .
Jun Ning mused in her heart.
Ye Ying couldn’t bear watching anymore, he grabbed the wine pot from Jun Ning’s hands, said, "Ah Ning, stop drinking! Seeing you like this hurts my heart."
"Give it back, I want to drink..." Jun Ning lunged toward Ye Ying to retrieve the wine pot, but Ye Ying earnestly withheld it, preventing her from getting it back.
Jun Ning tried so hard to retrieve the pot, she pinned Ye Ying to the ground, straddling him, completely unaware of the dark expression Ye Ying had while she desperately reached for the pot.
Ye Ying initially held the pot away, preventing Jun Ning from getting it. Later realizing they were too close and crossed boundaries.
He looked at Jun Ning’s flushed face, charming and lovely, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.
But he remained restrained, realizing this was wrong, he tossed the pot away to prevent Jun Ning from further assaulting him for the pot.
Jun Ning was drunk, but he was not.
The ceramic wine pot hit the ground, shattered, making a crackling sound.
After hearing the sound, Jun Ning glanced over, seemingly no longer attached to the broken thing, also seed a bit overwheld, suddenly closed her eyes, fainted onto Ye Ying’s chest.
Ye Ying pushed her a few tis, unable to wake her.
Unwillingly, he patted her face, still no reaction.
He reluctantly got up, hoisted Jun Ning into his arms, headed toward the bed, carefully laid her down, then helped take off her shoes, socks, and removed the hairpin from her bound hair.
After doing all this, he instinctively wanted to leave imdiately but was held back by so subtle emotion, his feet felt heavy.
He sat by Jun Ning’s bedside, gazing at the face he constantly thought about, day and night, driving him to the brink of madness.
The young girl was nearing twenty, developed significantly. Coupled with the drink, her face flushed like peaches, lips colored like cinnabar, distant painted brows appeared even more beautiful.
He was sowhat entranced, sowhat feverish, losing control.
He shook his head, trying to clear his mind, but whether it was the strong drink he just had a few mouthfuls of that got him slightly drunk, or the sight of the person in front made him unable to extricate himself, his mind was a blur.
In a mont of impulse, he gently pinched Jun Ning’s chin, moved closer, watching those rosy lips, unable to resist, softly kissed them.
More kissed, more enchanted.
More kissed, more sunk.
More kissed, more unable to extricate himself.
Not just wanting to taste slightly, but wanting more, even willing to drown in it.
"Ah Ning, bla , I’ve never been a righteous man."
With those words, Ye Ying deepened the kiss.
——
Unable to extricate himself, his mind was chaotic.
In an impulse, he pinched Jun Ning’s chin, moved closer, watched the rosy lips, unable to resist, softly kissed them.
More kissed, more enchanted.
More kissed, more sunk.
More kissed, more unable to extricate himself.
Not just wanting to taste slightly, but wanting more, even willing to drown in it.
"Ah Ning, bla , I’ve never been a righteous man."
Unable to extricate himself, his mind was chaotic.
In an impulse, he pinched Jun Ning’s chin, moved closer, watched the rosy lips, unable to resist, softly kissed them.
More kissed, more enchanted.
More kissed, more sunk.
More kissed, more unable to extricate himself.
Not just wanting to taste slightly, but wanting more, even willing to drown in it.
"Ah Ning, bla , I’ve never been a righteous man."
With those words, unable to extricate himself, his mind was chaotic.
In an impulse, he pinched Jun Ning’s chin, moved closer, watched the rosy lips, unable to resist, softly kissed them.
More kissed, more enchanted.
More kissed, more sunk.
More kissed, more unable to extricate himself.
Not just wanting to taste slightly, but wanting more, even willing to drown in it.
"Ah Ning, bla , I’ve never been a righteous man."
With those words
With those words
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