The two were locked in a standoff—one on the bed, the other on the ground.
Ye Wuge reached out and pulled her into his arms. Then, flipping over, he pinned her firmly beneath him and leaned in to kiss her.
Jiayin grew furious and fiercely struggled, raising her hand to hit him.
"Ye Wuge, if you don't let go, I'll really beat you."
Even drunk, Ye Wuge didn't miss a chance to retort. "Finding a wife who knows kung fu is absolutely terrifying."
Who knows, maybe one day she'd be in a bad mood and resort to domestic violence.
"If you know it's terrifying, why won't you let go?" Jiayin was so angry she felt like she might explode.
"Not letting go. What can I do? I love you. Go ahead and hit me." Ye Wuge slurred drunkenly.
Was there really someone asking to be beaten?
Jiayin gritted her teeth, glaring at his shameless behavior. She started suspecting—was he really drunk, or was he deliberately pretending to act out under the guise of alcohol?
