As he spoke, he picked up his glass and raised it to Yang Danning, "If you insist on making me apologize, then I can satisfy you."
"I don't want you to apologize to me, don't you know? What I need isn't your apology." Yang Danning was emotional, her eyes twinkling with tears.
Ji Chicheng shrugged without expression, "Sorry, I can only reluctantly apologize to you."
So proud, really no one else compares, only reluctantly apologizing... Even the apology is reluctant.
But the more he was like this, the more irresistible he became, Yang Danning thought, the women who loved Ji Chicheng were probably born masochists.
Yet she had pride in her bones too, so even though her tears were already swirling in her eyes, she still held her chin high, looking at Ji Chicheng without groveling, "If you're going to apologize to me, one drink isn't enough."
