Ling Yiran hurriedly got down from the bed. “I’ll... go and wash up,” she uttered out before rushing into the washroom.
Yi Jinli’s gaze darkened as he watched the back view of Ling Yiran running away.
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Inside the washroom, Ling Yiran looked at her blushing red face and sighed.
She could not bring herself to believe what Yi Jinli told her earlier. ‘I... pressed him down and kissed him?
‘How could such a thing happen!’
However, she hesitated. Was it truly impossible? Even she did not know what sort of things her drunk self would do.
‘If what Yi Jinli said is true, then I...’
The possibility of that gave her the urge to bury herself alive.
She hurriedly washed up and exited the washroom to find that Yi Jinli was still in her house.
Right now, he was sitting on a chair and gently sipping on a cup of water.
He was dressed in a well-tailored suit. He was a man with broad shoulders and a slim waistline. He had one leg elegantly crossed over the other. He had a handsome face with a profound contour and delicate features. When his eyelids lowered, those lashes fanned out prettily. One could not help imagining his breathtaking appearance if his eyes were fully opened.
Such a person was enough to please the eyes even if he was merely sitting there. He looked like a beautifully painted portrait no matter what he did.
Even if he was holding a worthless and ordinary cup, it did not bring down his value nor reduced the aristocratic aura he had within him.
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