No one can refuse Wen Fucheng's deep affection.
Not even time.
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In the middle of the night, Ying Zenan had a pang of conscience and called Ying Jing.
His sister immediately turned into a chatterbox.
"Brother, can't you act like a decent person? Look at how you got Wen Fucheng drunk."
Ying Zenan hadn't even managed to say a few words before Ying Jing rained down words on him.
This little sweetheart was not only drafty but seemed designed specially to catch the wind.
"I'm telling you, Wen Fucheng is such a dog. He did it on purpose. Do you really believe he got drunk on just those two glasses of alcohol?"
Ying Jing glanced at the man sleeping soundly on the bed.
She quietly and gently got out of bed, put on her shoes, and walked out of the bedroom.
The cold wind of the night blew in, and she instantly had no trace of sleepiness.
