She sniffled and answered Ji Chicheng, "I'm touched."
"So weak." Ji Chicheng disdainfully reached out to wipe Ji Anning's tears, "Even a drunkard's confession can make you cry with emotion."
Ji Anning: "..."
She's touched by Charles's passion, okay.
"Let's go." Ji Chicheng took Ji Anning's hand again, half-dragging her out of Charles's room.
In the banquet hall, Ji Mingyue and Wu Qingsong were busy organizing things. They went straight back to their room.
Ji Anning actually wanted to check on things, as she was worried Ji Mingyue would be tired, but Ji Chicheng wouldn't let her.
They had been busy with the wedding preparations for days, and today was especially exhausting, making her legs weak. As soon as she entered the room, she collapsed onto the bed, unwilling to move.
Ji Chicheng sat down by the edge of the bed, one hand reaching directly under Ji Anning's dress, moving up from her calf.
