"No need. I will do it myself." Ai Zhiyin flatly refused.

Although the alcohol made her body soft and unable to exert strength, she still had to stubbornly put her clothes on her own.

"Turn around, don't look." Ai Zhiyin ordered.

"Zhisi, don't do this. You don't need to be shy. We are still husband and wife..."

"Turn around, don't let me say it again."

Han Ji looked at her deeply, and finally turned around helplessly, sat upright, and faced the windshield.

"In front of me, you really don't need to be shy..."

"It has nothing to do with shyness," Ai Zhiyin emphasized coldly: "This is dignity."

In addition to helplessness, Han Ji had no choice but to turn his back and wait for Ai Zhiyin to slowly put on his clothes.

"You go to the house and sit for a while. I'll clean up the car. You don't want to wash here. You can ask the driver to drive the car to the apartment. Where to wash it??"

"Yeah." Ai Zhiyin responded coldly, then pushed the door and got out of the car.

However, the effect of alcohol has not yet faded. When she got off the car, her legs were weak and she felt like she was about to fall down as soon as she touched the ground.

Fortunately, Han Ji followed her out of the car, walked quickly, and hurriedly supported her.

"Sorry, you shouldn't have let you drink so much wine," Han Ji bent down, picked up Ai Zhiyin and sent it back into the house.

On the way, Ai Zhiyin lowered her head, and Han Ji couldn't see her expression clearly, which was also unpredictable.

"It's uncomfortable?" Han Ji asked tentatively.

"Fortunately, I'm just a little dizzy."

"I'm not talking about drinking."

Ai Zhiyin was slightly stunned and realized that he was referring to what had just happened.

She turned her head, "I don't have the habit of talking about it later."

"This kind of thing also requires communication afterwards. If you don't tell me, I can't know where I'm not doing well."

Ai Zhiyin's ears were a little hot, but she still said coldly: "Is this all your experiences of many battles?"

Han Ji's face was stiff and he smiled helplessly: "I can't get through it anymore, right?"

Ai Zhiyin: "Don't try to use the means of dealing with others on me, it's not easy to use. I don't want to be compared with garbage."

After Han Ji entered the door, he placed the person on the sofa.

After Ai Zhiyin was let go, she moved to the side with force, looked for a corner, and barely leaned on her, but she had no strength at all.

Han Ji sat next to him, "Are you cold? I'll go find a blanket to cover you."

Ai Zhiyin: "No, I want to try to touch the things here as little as possible."

Han Ji's heart sank, "Including me too?"

Ai Zhiyin: "You are not a thing."

One pun.

Han Ji: "Finally, I said what I wanted to scold you?"

Ai Zhiyin leaned against the backrest of the sofa, turned her head and refused to look at him.

Han Ji was helpless, "I have never hugged any woman except you. You don't have to dislike everything. I will only do some things to you. You are my wife, of course I have to pay attention to your feelings. I have never compared you with others. No matter how you explain this kind of thing, it is a quibble. If you don't want to listen, I can't say it."

The more he said, the more he would lose his image in front of Ai Zhiyin.

Although, he has no image at all.

If he explains and makes excuses, he can say that the women outside are just looking for a temporary physical pleasure after they feel fresh.

He can also say that it is all others who serve him, and he does not need to do condescending things, and it is nothing to ignore other people's feelings. The only thing that can make him serve and pay attention to the other person's feelings in bed is his other half.

But he couldn't say such words.

In essence, cheating is wrong. No matter whether you feel new or exciting, it is wrong that you are wrong.

No matter how much explanation is, it is wrong.

Even though he was lucky, he felt that he would not die in sin, even if he had been seeking comfort for himself, he felt that he had treated Ai Zhiyin as a special treatment, regarded her as the Supreme God, regarded himself as a devout believer, and worshiped her.

It cannot erase the fact that he made a mistake.

Humble, lowly as low as dust, cannot offset the previous mistakes.

"I respect your mind, and I promise that I will not do anything to you again when you have done to others," Han Ji swore.

Ai Zhiyin chuckled, "You have slept with someone else and just slept with me, how do you count?"

Han Ji's heart was so painful, "Don't belittle yourself like this. The mistake is on me, not on you. If you really mind, I will try not to touch you in the future."

Ai Zhiyin: "Try to do what you can? You really will leave room for yourself."

Han Ji: "If you want me to make any other thing, I can't guarantee this."

Ai Zhiyin: "Would I praise you for being honest or scold you for never letting go of such things in your mind."

Han Ji: "It's up to you, you can do whatever you want. I can't promise you, I really can't control it. I took a look at the door of the study and... it became like this now." His tone gradually became unconfident.

Ai Zhiyin turned her head and frowned and looked at him in confusion: "I took a look? What did I take a look?"

Han Ji lowered his eyes, "collar."

Ai Zhiyin looked at him vigilantly, wrapped her coat tightly, then turned her back to him.

Seeing her disgusted and alert look, Han Ji sighed slightly, "I'll go pack the car."

Ai Zhiyin was hoarse and deliberately pretended not to care. She let out a "hmm" and then closed her eyes to rest.

Before leaving, Han Ji said, "The car is really clean. I didn't have any other things except you..."

"Shut up," Ai Zhiyin interrupted.

She was both annoyed and angry. How did this man become such a person?

You can say a few dirty words anytime, anywhere.

Outside the house.

Han Ji leaned into the back seat and bent down to process the paper all over the back seat.

I looked at the back seat with only half a pack of tissues, but I felt unhappy at all.

Although it was quite enjoyable just now.

But after the pleasure is endless self-disappointment and emptiness.

What can I do if I get her and satisfy myself?

Ai Zhiyin still disliked him and hated him as usual.

She won't give her any smile or good looks.

After packing up the garbage in the car, he opened the four doors to dissipate the smell.

I leaned against the back of the car and lit a cigarette.

After waiting for a while, he closed the door, got into the car, and took out the solid aromatic from the storage cabinet in front of the car.

Aromatic agents are also Ai Zhiyin's habit. She is very sensitive to the environment and taste in the car, and she has deodorizing things in all the cars at home.

He never cared about these things before, but now it seems... she really understands life.

After a while, the smell of green orange spread out, covering up the unrecognizable breath of joy.

Han Ji sat in the car for a while, took out his cell phone and dialed it.

When the phone was called, he said, "Let me find a designated driver later. Also, in the future... you can stay for anyone who wants to come, and you don't have to leave it for me."

The person on the other end of the phone asked a few questions.
Chapter completed!