Of course, Wang Yi had invited Anjiali to the gathering too.
Anjiali knew this might be their last gathering, so she drank quite a lot.
After Wang Yi and the other guys had said their goodbyes, Anjiali staggered over to him, nearly falling over.
Wang Yi hurriedly caught her, and she went limp in his arms.
Wang Yi felt a little awkward.
After all, there were still so many of the guys around.
Mane even chuckled and said, "Boss, we're all men here. Whatever you do tonight, we'll understand, and we definitely won't tell anyone. Don't worry."
Wang Yi shot Mane a withering look. "Get lost."
Mane grinned and said in rather broken Chinese, "Your servant takes his leave."
Then he chuckled and stepped aside.
Wang Yi was baffled. Who had that guy learned that from?
Why was he getting more and more westernized?
Wang Yi was sitting on the sofa, holding Anjiali in his arms.
He tried to help her sit up straight, but taking advantage of her drunkenness, Anjiali clung tightly to his arm and wouldn't let him lift her.
Wang Yi had no choice but to let her lie in his arms.
Anjiali burped, her tongue barely working, and said, "Since this is the last time, what's wrong with letting me lie here for a while? It's not like we're doing anything else."
Wang Yi sighed.
To be honest, he felt a little sorry for Anjiali, just as he once had for Wang Yiren.
She knew she couldn't have what she wanted, yet she still loved him with all her heart.
But feelings weren't something you could just decide to let go of and immediately be free from.
You could lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot.
But what did you become