Quick Wear: The Rescue Plan of the Male Supporting Actor of the Popular Cannon Fodder

Chapter 327: Saving the Paranoid and Vengeful Business Leader 71

Perhaps feeling the dull pain spreading across the tip of his tongue, Ji Xingyan stopped his reckless actions.

Wen Yang finally got a chance to catch her breath. She turned her head to the side and gasped for breath.

It took a long time before I felt my breathing become smooth again.

When she turned her head back, she found that Ji Xingyan had opened his eyes and was looking at her with a dazed look.

When Ji Xingyan saw the flushed face on Wen Yang, the emotions in his eyes became more turbulent.

He raised his hand, pressed his thumb on Wen Yang's slightly swollen lips and rubbed it gently, his eyes filled with blatant desire.

Wen Yang, realizing this, quickly pulled his arms to his chest, creating some distance between himself and Ji Xingyan, and muttered softly, "I didn't expect you to be such a drunk."

When Ji Xingyan heard Wen Yang scolding him, he was not angry. Instead, he lowered his eyes and laughed softly, and his tone sounded particularly happy.

Wen Yang didn't expect that Ji Xingyan not only did not reflect on himself, but even laughed out loud. Suddenly, a surge of anger rushed to her heart, and she raised her elbow and punched Ji Xingyan hard in the chest.

Ji Xingyan was completely unprepared for Wen Yang's elbow strike and was hit hard by the tip of Wen Yang's elbow. With a "hiss", he fell beside the sofa.

Seeing this, Wen Yang quickly rolled to the side and escaped from the "quagmire" of the sofa.

Just as she was about to turn around and scold Ji Xingyan again, she found that Ji Xingyan was lying motionless on the sofa.

Wen Yang was afraid of a trick, so he carefully moved a little further towards the sofa.

I stretched my neck to take a look and found that Ji Xingyan's eyes were closed again, and at the same time, I heard a long breath.

Hearing that long breath, Wen Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

She temporarily put aside her complaints, picked up the quilt that had just fallen to the ground, gently put it on Ji Xingyan, and quickly stepped away, as if she was afraid that Ji Xingyan would suddenly wake up and attack her again.

After stepping aside, Wen Yang observed quietly for a while and found that Ji Xingyan was really asleep. So she curled her lips, turned on a small lamp next to the coffee table, then turned off the ceiling light in the hall on the first floor, and then turned back to the room on the second floor.

After returning to the room, Wen Yang let down her guard and suddenly felt weak. Too many things had happened tonight, which had consumed too much of her energy and made her feel hollowed out.

She walked to the bed, turned on the soft ambient light at the head of the bed, and fell onto the bed, ready to sort out everything that happened today in her mind so that she could settle accounts with Ji Xingyan tomorrow.

But perhaps because he had just been tossing and turning for a long time and was really tired, Wen Yang felt a strong sense of sleepiness again as soon as he touched the pillow.

The ambient light on the bedside gradually dimmed in her eyes. Finally, Wen Yang fell asleep again without even turning off the light...

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At three o'clock in the middle of the night, Ji Xingyan slowly woke up on the sofa on the first floor of the villa.

When he just woke up, he felt as if his consciousness was shrouded in fog, and the memories in his head were like a mess of paste, making it difficult for him to distinguish what was real and what was false.

Ji Xingyan sat up from the sofa with his eyes half closed and supported by his arms. After a while, he realized that he had just slept on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor.

Because of his bad sleeping posture, as soon as he woke up, he felt a pain in his shoulders and neck, accompanied by a severe headache.

Ji Xingyan frowned, raised his hand and pressed his temple, trying to sort out what had happened before.

But he could only recall some fragmentary memories of the dream.

He remembered that he seemed to have dreamed of a ruined area, dreamed that Wen Yang had turned into a flower, dreamed that Wen Yang had followed Liang Runcheng away...

Later he seemed to catch up and did some impulsive things, but he couldn't remember any of the specific details, as if he had lost all memory.

After quietly recalling for a long time without any clue, Ji Xingyan sighed and decided not to worry about it anymore. He prepared to go back to his room to wash up first.

But when he stood up, the quilt on his body slipped to the ground.

Ji Xingyan lowered his eyes and felt that the pattern of the quilt looked somewhat familiar. After thinking for a while, he remembered that the quilt draped over him seemed to have been seen in Xue Shuran's room before.

How come the quilt from Xue Shuran's room appeared here?

If the quilt from Xue Shuran's room is here, then what is Wen Yang covering himself with now?

Ji Xingyan looked towards the second floor in confusion. He pursed his lips, picked up the quilt that had fallen to the ground, shook it, and then went upstairs.

Standing at the door of Wen Yang's room, I saw a faint light coming from below.

Ji Xingyan thought Wen Yang was still awake, so he knocked on the door gently several times. However, he received no response except the silence of the night.

With a hint of worry, Ji Xingyan gently pushed open the door and walked in quietly with the quilt.

After entering the room, Ji Xingyan saw Wen Yang lying on the bed at a glance. She was still wearing that loose short-sleeved shirt. Her petite figure looked particularly petite on the wide bed. Her body was slightly curled up, as if she was enduring the coolness of the night.

Although the villa has independent heating, the temperature is not set too high, so it is natural that Wen Yang would feel cold when wearing a short-sleeved shirt and not covering himself with a blanket.

Ji Xingyan slowly approached the bedside and felt heartbroken when he saw Wen Yang curled up.

At the same time, a ripple of self-blame arose in Ji Xingyan's heart. He had never expected that his drunkenness would leave Wen Yang alone to endure the cold in this slightly cool night.

He sighed softly. Fortunately, he came up to take a look, otherwise, Wen Yang might have to spend the whole night curled up like this...

Ji Xingyan gently unfolded the quilt in his hand, carefully adjusted the angle, then carefully covered Wen Yang with it, and finally tucked the corners of the quilt for Wen Yang.

After doing all this, Ji Xingyan took one last look at Wen Yang's peaceful sleeping face, then turned around and prepared to leave.

However, just as Ji Xingyan was about to turn off the bedside lamp and turn to leave, suddenly, a confused voice came from below him: "A Yan?"

Ji Xingyan didn't expect Wen Yang to call him Ah Yan. He was stunned and even his hand, which had just been raised to press the switch, stopped.

He lowered his eyes and found that Wen Yang, who was lying on the bed, had opened his eyes and was looking straight at him.

Ji Xingyan thought Wen Yang was feeling unwell, so he quickly squatted down, leaned over the bed and asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Wen Yang lay on his side, staring at Ji Xingyan with his dark eyes for a while, then suddenly stretched out his arms and hooked them around his neck without saying a word, with a sly smile on his lips.

"A Yan, now that you're sober, let's settle the score."