Chapter 2115

"Yeah... We're married... Married..." mumbled Ye Wenming as he took another swig of wine. He drank one glass after another, while Yi Jinli had only taken one or two sips. Finally, Ye Wenming passed out on the couch. However, even though he was drunk, he was still shouting out Zhuo Qianyun's name. Ling Yiran only saw the drunk Ye Wenming when she walked to the living room. "What did he want with you?" asked Ling Yiran. "To vent his grievances, I guess. He and Zhuo Qianyun had already received a marriage license, but he probably felt more miserable because of this." Yi Jinli looked grimly at Ye Wenming. Ling Yiran also said emotionally, "He and Sis Zhuo could have been a happy couple. If he hadn't forced Sis Zhuo to kneel to Kong Ziyin, perhaps he and Sis Zhuo might not be where they are today. Perhaps... they might’ve been able to get back together when he reversed Sis Zhuo's case." "Yes, people might be consigned to eternal damnation with only one mistake," Yi Jinli murmured when he suddenly turned around and hugged Ling Yiran hard. He held her so hard it was as if he wanted to embed her into his arms. Ling Yiran was caught off guard and felt that his hug was much tighter than usual. "What's wrong? Why are you holding me so tightly all of a sudden?" Yi Jinli muttered, "Because I think I'm really lucky. I'm glad you were willing to forgive me and even... continue to love me." Ling Yiran froze. Then, she understood that he was reacting this way because Ye Wenming had reminded him of their past. "That's because you deserve my love." Ling Yiran's hands gently hugged Yi Jinli back. His body quivered a little. He gently used his face to rub her neck as if he had an endless longing for her. She was quite used to his occasional bursts of affection. It was as if a huge puppy was asking for a hug. "Alright, stop overthinking. Ye Wenming and Sis Zhuo have their own future, while we're only going be together in the future." As she spoke, Ling Yiran reached over her shoulder and stroked his head with her fingers as if she was comforting him. "We’ll never be apart again," said Yi Jinli as he suddenly straightened up and carried Ling Yiran in his arms. "Huh?" She was shocked, but he was already carrying her toward the stairs. "Ye Wenming is still passed out on the couch.” Ling Yiran reminded him. "Someone will take him to the guest room to rest," said Yi Jinli, his beautiful peach blossom eyes full of deep desires and longing. Ling Yiran instantly blushed. Even her neck that was exposed outside her pajamas seemed tinged with pink. "Jin... Well, it's late. Why don't... we... uh... go to bed right away?" "What's the matter? You don't want it?" Yi Jinli carried Ling Yiran back to their room and gently placed her on the large bed. "Not... Not really." Ling Yiran blushed even more as his long fingers were already unbuttoning her clothes. His eyes kept staring at her as if he wanted to engulf her. 'Does he not know how enticing he is right now?' “It’s… It's late now. I'm afraid I won't be able to get up tomorrow morning. I have to take Lil Mo and the rest to kindergarten at seven o'clock," Ling Yiran said reluctantly as she resisted the temptation.