After one night of indulgence, the abstinent tycoon kissed her every night with his hand on her hip.

Jiang Zhi looked up and saw the man leaning against her front door. Who else could it be but Ling Jingyuan?

Jiang Zhi frowned as he watched the man sway slightly. Had he been drinking?

Jiang Zhi has now gotten used to, or rather, adapted to, this man appearing at her doorstep from time to time.

Perhaps it was because of the man's silent and gentle companionship last night, or perhaps it was because she was happy to have two days off from work, but in any case, Jiang Zhi was in a pretty good mood.

She couldn't help but show more patience and gentleness towards Ling Jingyuan.

"Ling Jingyuan, have you been drinking?"

Jiang Zhi glanced at Ling Jingyuan as she opened the door and helped him inside.

She helped him to the sofa, looked at the man with his head down and a somewhat dazed look in his eyes, and turned to go to the kitchen.

The next second, her hand was grabbed by the man on the sofa. The man looked up slightly, and his usually deep, aloof eyes, which carried the air of a superior, were now slightly red.

Ling Jingyuan exerted a little force and pulled Jiang Zhi into his arms, causing her to fall onto his lap.

Seeing the obviously drunk man, Jiang Zhi couldn't help but gently push him, her voice unconsciously softening, "Ling Jingyuan, you're drunk. Let go of me, I'll go make you a cup of honey water."

The man who was accused of being drunk looked up at Jiang Zhi with a hint of grievance in his eyes, like a pitiful puppy abandoned by its owner.

"elder sister……"

Ling Jingyuan called out softly in a deep, magnetic voice, then buried his head deeply into Jiang Zhi's chest.

Jiang Zhi was wearing a beige V-neck knit top with a matching skirt. A camel-colored polka-dot scarf was wrapped around her long neck, and her dark hair fell over her shoulders, giving her a gentle and aloof look.

The man's head rested on Jiang Zhi's chest, and with his gaze slightly lowered, he could see the woman's superior breast curves through Jiang Zhi's low neckline.

The person pretending to be drunk couldn't help but darken slightly as they took a deep breath; it was the faint scent of Jiang Zhi's shower gel.

It smells like lavender and is very sweet.

elder sister?

Jiang Zhi was startled by Ling Jingyuan's words, thus ignoring the fact that the man was currently leaning against her chest.

Ling Jingyuan calls her "sister"?

How much did this man drink to get this drunk?

He's several years older than her, so why is he calling her "sister"?

Besides, with his usual domineering and aggressive demeanor, how could this man possibly call her "sister"?

Jiang Zhi felt a sense of dread; this feeling was too surreal!

"elder sister."

"I feel so bad, can you help me?"

"Sister, I feel unwell."

"Sister, help me."

As the man called out "sister" again and again, Jiang Zhi was now certain that he was truly drunk.

She frowned slightly as she looked at Ling Jingyuan, who was so drunk, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Look at how tough it is to be a CEO. How much alcohol must it have taken to turn this usually aloof and rational man into this mess, hugging her and calling her "sister"?

This was the first time Jiang Zhi had seen Ling Jingyuan like this, and she couldn't help but feel more patient and gentle.

"Ling Jingyuan, I am not your sister."

"Let go of me first, I'll go make you some honey water, okay?"

Jiang Zhi shifted slightly. The neckline of her dress was a bit low today, and the hot breath from the man's breath, which was buried in his head, was spraying directly onto her chest, making her feel itchy and hot.

"Ling Jingyuan, be good and let go of me."

Jiang Zhi was held tightly around the waist by the man, and since she was sitting on his lap, she couldn't move at all.

"No, sister is lying."

"As soon as I let go, my sister left."

"Sister, I feel terrible, can you help me?"

The man buried in Jiang Zhi's chest spoke, his burning lips brushing against Jiang Zhi's chest skin almost imperceptibly.

The man slightly raised his head, and his handsome eyes were now filled with a drunken mist and a hazy look. Jiang Zhi actually felt that Ling Jingyuan was a little cute at this moment.

It looks a lot like a dog she used to have, but sadly, that little dog that had been with her for many years also passed away the year her mother died.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhi's gaze towards Ling Jingyuan softened even more.

"Where do you feel unwell? Are you about to vomit?"

Jiang Zhi's voice was soft and gentle as she looked at Ling Jingyuan with concern. A sly glint flashed in the depths of Ling Jingyuan's dark eyes.

"Sister, I feel uncomfortable here."

Ling Jingyuan looked at Jiang Zhi with innocent, puppy-dog-like eyes, his large hand grasping Jiang Zhi's small hand and placing it directly on his abdominal muscles.

Jiang Zhi felt the firm yet familiar texture of the abdominal muscles under her hand, and she was slightly taken aback before her face flushed slightly.

Faced with Ling Jingyuan like this, Jiang Zhi always felt as if she was taking advantage of him.

"Sister, please help me."

As Ling Jingyuan spoke, he tore open his white shirt with one hand, revealing his firm and sculpted chest to Jiang Zhi.

Ling Jingyuan's shirt was wide open, and his tie was tied crookedly around his neck.

"Let go, I'll go get it for you..."

Jiang Zhi was slightly startled by the man's intoxicating and alluring appearance, and immediately looked away.

Having grown accustomed to the man's usual distinguished, well-dressed appearance, Jiang Zhi was indeed struck by his somewhat disheveled and puppy-like demeanor.

It's that contrast that's so alluring, isn't it?

Jiang Zhi couldn't help but think of the little links and short essays that her friend, Ms. Shen Yutong, would send her all the time; when she opened them, they were all like this...

Jiang Zhi shook her head to stop her wandering thoughts. She struggled to get up, but froze the next second as her face instantly began to burn.

"Sister, I feel terrible, please help me."

Jiang Zhi looked down slightly and saw that the man had placed her hand on his burning hot surface at some point. Even through the fabric of his suit pants, the scalding heat burned Jiang Zhi's hand.

Jiang Zhi was slightly taken aback, and the temperature on her face rose again. She tried to pull her hand away, but the man held it down tightly.

"elder sister."

Drunk, Ling Jingyuan looked up and gently kissed Jiang Zhi's chin, his breath hot and intense.

"Sister, what should we do?"

"Both it and I love you so much..."

Before Jiang Zhi could react to what Ling Jingyuan meant, Ling Jingyuan grabbed her slender waist and kissed her lips. The man's movements were slow and gentle.

Gently, slowly, with each lingering, ambiguous touch, it traced the shape of Jiang Zhi's lips.

The hand that had been gripping her waist had somehow moved to the skin of her slender waist, gently caressing Jiang Zhi's sensitive waist.

"Sister, it's so sweet."

Ling Jingyuan's gentle and sticky kiss slowly slid down, gently nibbling on Jiang Zhi's earlobe. His hot breath sprayed on Jiang Zhi's neck, and the ambiguous atmosphere made Jiang Zhi's originally fair skin blush with a light pink.

Jiang Zhi's face grew increasingly red, and that familiar feeling returned to her body.

This man was practically the key to unlocking her body; he knew exactly how to open her body, even better than she did herself.

Jiang Zhi felt her breathing become erratic, her chest heaving slightly as she softly said, "Ling Jingyuan, don't..."

Ling Jingyuan's originally hazy eyes gradually cleared up. He lowered his head slightly and his burning lips gently took Jiang Zhi's soft breast into his mouth through the collar, applying a little force.

Jiang Zhi couldn't help but let out a soft moan from the corner of her mouth. Upon seeing this, the man chuckled softly, looked up, and kissed her soft lips again. His voice was deep and husky, with a hint of seduction.

"Sister, do you want it?"