"Xinlan!"
Cheng Zhiming pulled Mu Xinlan into his embrace from behind, his lips close to her ear, earnestly saying, "Believe me, there's no way Pan Shuyi and I will remarry! Our values don't align, and we can't live together again! As for Angel, I believe after we get married, you can give her a mother's love too, right?"
Mu Xinlan turned her head to look at him, "Eiran, you don't have to comfort me. I was willing last night; you don't need to feel guilty and make choices that go against your own heart!"
"Silly girl, you were indeed willing last night!"
Cheng Zhiming looked at Mu Xinlan and said with a smile, "Don't you remember anything?"
Mu Xinlan shook her head and replied, "I must have been dead drunk yesterday, that's why I don't feel anything at all!"
"When you came home yesterday, you clung to me and demanded kisses. I wanted to refuse you, but you were very forward. You know I like you, so when the woman I like takes the initiative, of course, I can't resist!"
