Chapter 1194 - 1191: Revival of Love 4

He said lightly, "Yan Xixi, you know this isn’t just because of an apology! If apologies led to marriage, I don’t know how many hundreds of wives I’d have to marry!"

"..."

"Don’t make yourself sound so innocent! Back then, I was with you for money, Huang Xiaojue got together with Zhou Ting for revenge... And you, Wan Donglin, acting all noble? If you marry Zhang Chuchu, you might not live forever, but for at least the next ten years, you’d be unbeatable, endlessly successful. If you plan ahead, you might even become the top family in your lifetime... Moreover, Zhang Chuchu is young and doesn’t have fertility issues..."

Wan Donglin was amused and exasperated.

This female swindler, merciless when she criticizes others, indifferent even when she mocks herself.

"Is it meaningful for us to force things this way? Wan Donglin, don’t you feel you’re being hypocritical?"

He paused for a moment and slowly said, "Yan Xixi, do you really think someone like me is forcing things?"

She suddenly became furious for an unknown reason, giving him a hard push: "Don’t bother me..."

"Hey, Yan Xixi..."

Suddenly she grabbed the wine bottle next to her, drank over half of it in one go, and collapsed at his feet, crying.

Wan Donglin panicked: "Why are you crying? Hey, what’s wrong with you?"

The more she cried, the more intense it became. Soon, snot and tears were wiped all over his white shirt.

"Hey... Yan Xixi, don’t cry..."

She tilted her head, lay on his lap, and promptly fell asleep.

Wan Donglin was amused and exasperated.

He was about to drag her up, but as soon as he touched her, hearing her steady breathing, he couldn’t bear to. Oh well, this person truly hasn’t slept well in a long time, managing to sleep so soundly even on the carpet.

The floor heating was comfortably warm.

He didn’t bother to carry her to the bed, simply held her, and lay down on the ground together, falling asleep.

Finally, the sensation of a soft jade and warm fragrance.

It was the long-awaited tender sentiment.

Inside, a thousand horses galloped fervently across his heart, yet he dared not wake her forcibly in this passionate heat.

She was sleeping too soundly.

In the middle of the night, he awoke from the cold.

Yet someone was still lying stubbornly in his arms, their black hair a disheveled mess, still sleeping soundly. Reaching out, he touched her, her palm slightly cool.

Gently, he picked her up and as soon as he placed her at the bedside and pulled a blanket over her, she suddenly sat up.

"Xiaojue... Xiaojue..."

His heart jolted.

The voice was fuzzy, extremely faint.

"Xiaojue, is that you? Really you?"

He stood still, unable to make a sound.

At that moment, the moonlight was wan, a chilling wind seeped through the window’s gaps.

Her voice was like she was sleepwalking: "Xiaojue... Xiaojue... Ha... It’s you..."

He couldn’t speak, his throat unusually dry.

"Xixi..."

Before he could make a sound, he heard a thud, and she lay back down with a loud snoring. It turned out she had been sleeptalking.

He stood there foolishly, not knowing how long had passed, legs almost numb, then finally retreated a step, sitting on the nearby small sofa.

At that moment, even he had to admit.