Realizing what it was, Jiang Ling's breath surged, and he stumbled, almost tripping.
"Jiang Lai!"
He growled and let go of his hand.
Jiang Lai, holding his neck, shouted in dissatisfaction.
"What! Why are you calling your aunt!"
"You... you are really... unreasonable!"
There's no point in reasoning with a drunkard. Jiang Ling gathered his breath and quickly walked to his courtyard, kicking open the door without lighting the lamp and accurately threw Jiang Lai onto his bed.
Jiang Ling irritably loosened the cuff ties of his sleeves, enduring the heat, just about to leave when he unexpectedly felt a tug from behind, and in the next second, Jiang Lai started whining again.
"Husband, where are you going..."
Jiang Ling turned his head. He had good eyesight and could see Jiang Lai lying on the bed even without turning on the lights. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, her figure was graceful, and her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of drunken foolishness.
