Ji Yanli bent down to hug her and the moment his arm wrapped around her waist.
He could feel the person in his arms snuggle closer to him.
A strange sense of satisfaction filled him.
"Young Master, what are you doing?"
Butler Li hurriedly came around to help, only to see his tall and aloof young master pull someone out of the passenger seat.
Judging from his height, it was a man.
At this sight,
Butler Li's heart skipped a beat and upon closer inspection.
He saw that the man's ankle bones were prominent under his trousers and he was rather thin.
The clothes covering him were his young master's coat.
His neck was already covered, but he could recognize the half-exposed face even if it were ashes.
It was Su Yu, the young master of the Su family!
[Butler Li suddenly became Butler Li—the wicked mother-in-law version.]
[Hahahaha, Butler Li, be careful not to let your eyes fall out.]
[Enough, no elder abuse!]
So noisy... What Butler Wang?
Su Yu frowned, letting out a few barely audible moans. One hand tightly gripping a piece of fabric.
"Young...Young Master, what is this! What is this! Why did you bring him back!"
Ji Yanli didn't speak, only carrying the man inside.
Butler Li followed a few steps behind, his throat choked as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back down.
Touching the soft mattress, Su Yu sighed comfortably, rolling over on the bed like a donkey, his entire body sprawling on the mattress.
A beautiful indentation ran from his neck to his waist, followed by a beautiful, rounded undulation ten centimeters down.
He lay there for a while, feeling a tightness in his chest, and wanted to roll over again.
He used his waist to brace himself on his elbows, preparing to turn to his side.
Suddenly, a warm sensation touched his sensitive waist, and he trembled.
"Hmm...Who is it?"
Ji Yanli simply held his lower back without speaking.
"Let go of me, who...who's so annoying? I'll beat you up!"
Su Yu struggled to look back, only to see a blurry outline.
He would recognize it even if it turned to ashes.
The only person who could be so annoying was Ji Yanli.
"Yeah, who am I?"
Ji Yanli's hand, which was on his lower back, seemed to have eyes, sliding under the loose hem of his shirt.
His fingertips touched his skin, raising goosebumps.
"You're a fucking pervert."
Su Yu was dizzy and tried to turn over but was pinned down.
He was so angry that his blood rushed to his head, and he could only let that face with a cold smile get closer to him.
"Didn't you always know, wife?"
"Get lost!"
The hand that wasn't on the bed smacked the face in front of him.
He vaguely saw that the faint smile seemed to have widened.
Su Yu's wrist was grabbed, and Ji Yanli rubbed his other, unaffected face against his hand, his palm covering his lips and nose, his warm breath sprinkling on the soft flesh of his hand.
"Who is that person my wife is calling for?"
"Is it Yang Fanchi... or Shen Xingyan... or is it me?"
"Or... someone I met at the orphanage?"
A lustrous bead, large in diameter, was wrapped around his fair wrist, binding him like a thick rope, forever keeping him from leaving.
"Don't be crazy."
Su Yu was dizzy from this commotion and just wanted to lie back and sleep.
But the owner of the hand wrapped around his wrist didn't want him to, forcefully pulling him up from the bed.
Fingertips were inserted into his lips, parting his tightly closed teeth to reveal a soft tongue nestled inside.
"Wife, answer me."
Ji Yanli was terrifyingly obsessive, only wanting the answer he desired.
This question had troubled him for too long; he couldn't wait any longer.
"Ugh... no."
Su Yu turned his head to turn away, but after being tossed around like this, his drunkenness had subsided considerably, and his vision had cleared.
He only saw a face that was too close, and that wicked smile.
"Damn it, let go... Ugh!"
His tongue was being swirled around, and he almost vomited.
After what seemed like an eternity, Su Yu couldn't take it anymore.
He raised his hand to punch someone, but his arm, waving in the air, was grabbed tightly.
The next second, the fingers in his mouth were replaced by something else.
That object seemed to have a mind of its own, wrapping around him, dancing with him, covering his lips, its scalding heat corroding his entire body.
The air was completely stolen away.
Su Yu's stomach churned, and he felt a sore throat, as if something was about to burst out.
The moment he raised his hand to push the person away, a thin thread stretched between their points of contact, and he heard two rapid breaths, one of which was his own.
"Ugh—"
Wine mixed with some other liquid splattered all over him, clinging messily to his shirt, leaving mottled stains.
After vomiting, Su Yu felt much better, less dizzy, but the smell was really unpleasant, and he wrinkled his nose tightly.
"Wife, if you hate me, you don't have to do this."
The man's voice was tinged with grievance as he leaned closer to kiss him again.
"Damn it, aren't you disgusting? Get away!"
Even though Su Yu wasn't fully awake, he recognized who was in front of him.
Ji Yanli had just kissed him...
even after he threw up, he still kissed him.
Was he crazy? Was he drunk too?
Ji Yanli held his shoulder.
"Not disgusting, I don't mind my wife."
"I need to go to the bathroom to shower."
It was definitely not comfortable to have this filth sticking to his body, so he needed to wash it off quickly.
But he wasn't fully sober yet, and after getting out of bed, his steps were unsteady, so he could only stumble towards the bathroom.
Ji Yanli tried to reach out to help him, but Su Yu dodged him.
"Don't touch me."
His outstretched hand froze in mid-air, stiffening for a few seconds before he lowered it.
Su Yu went into the bathroom, took off his clothes, and turned on the tap.
The showerhead instantly gushed out warm water at a comfortable temperature.
The water washed away the disgusting smell from his foamy body, leaving only a faint scent of freesia.
A bathrobe was thoughtfully placed at the bathroom door, neatly folded and placed on the soft stool.
Su Yu glanced at it, picked up her clothes, and put them on.
Ji Yanli had already changed the soiled sheets sometime during the night, and the bed was now spotless.
It was as if nothing had happened.
His lips were hot; they must have been a little swollen.
He was really like a dog, kissing and biting at the same time.
"Wife, does your head hurt?"
As Su Yu lay down on the bed in despair, he heard a constant chattering beside him.
"Wife, wife," he called.
"Get out of here, don't disturb my sleep,"
he said, kicking the bedside, hitting the other person squarely on the butt.
Ji Yanli used the force of the kick to stand up.
Su Yu lay on the bed, his eyes half-closed, his bathrobe hanging loosely on his body, revealing a patch of fair, muscular chest—not particularly muscular, but rather soft.
"Wife, you should rest well,"
A hand pulling a thin blanket over him.
Su Yu tucked his hands under the blanket and rubbed his face against the pillow.
As he drifted off to sleep, he heard what sounded like water coming from the bathroom, a sound that seemed to last a long time, only stopping in the middle of the night.
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