บท 747: The Choice

Ji Yan's deep and cold gaze turned into a warm ocean, and his voice was hoarse and lazy after drinking. "Why is Madam still awake?" His voice did not have the restraint he had when he was sober. Instead, it had an indescribable charm, like tiny electric currents, brushing the skin of her earlobes, and travelling all the way to the bottom of her heart.

Qiao Xi almost screamed. She was so intoxicated! Her cheeks were red and her eyes were bright as she looked at Ji Yan. She wanted to hear more from him, get closer to him, smell his scent, and see the smile on his face for a while. Her heart was screaming madly, and her body seemed to have its own idea. She took a step forward uncontrollably, getting closer to Ji Yan. Unexpectedly, Ji Yan took a step back. He seemed to be a little confused by his own reaction. He looked down at his feet and frowned. Why did his body seem to have its own idea and distanced himself from her?