Yan Zhiqing laughed in anger: "Don't fantasize about what will happen to me? You'd better forget what happened last night. If you can't forget it, it doesn't matter. I can help you erase that memory."

Yan Zhiru hugged Yan Zhiqing from behind: "Brother, can you ignore the rules and accept my likes?"

Yan Zhiqing pinched Yan Zhiru's neck: "Yan Zhiru, if you do this again, I don't mind breaking up with you."

Yan Zhiru's face turned pale, and she felt like she was about to suffocate: "Brother...Brother... let go..."

Yan Zhiqing let go of his hand.

Yan Zhiru coughed violently.

The room was silent.

"Brother, don't worry, I won't tell you what happened last night, but can you promise me not to marry me?" She knelt on the bed, tears flashing in her eyes.

Yan Zhiqing glanced at Yan Zhiru's naked skin, and the violent factor in her body kept shouting: "Yes."

Yan Zhiru let go of his hand, smiled weakly, and then fainted.

Yan Zhiqing reached out to touch her forehead, it was cold and had no fever. He took out a set of clothes and put them on, and the knock on the door sounded at this moment.

Liusu pushed the door open and she saw the scene in the room, her face pale: "Zhiqing, what happened?"

She was filled with a hint of luck.

"I've been plotted."

Liusu was silent for a moment, and forced a smile and said, "Then...then, I wish you happiness."

Before Yan Zhiqing could say something, Liusu had already left. He reached out and grabbed only a handkerchief that had been embroidered.

"A lifetime of one generation and one pair of people, and two people are ecstatic."
Chapter completed!