Dear Mr. Shi
Chapter 886 - 886 886 Unwilling to hurt 1

Chapter 886: 886, Unwilling to hurt 1 Chapter 886: 886, Unwilling to hurt 1 “Annuo, you shouldn’t ask me that. You should know how you feel,” after a long time, Wen Zhaozhao finally suppressed the emotions in her heart and said these words softly.

But at this moment, she realized that Shi Annuo had already fallen asleep on her neck, heavily intoxicated due to the alcohol and yet gripping Wen Zhaozhao’s neck tightly out of concern for her.

Wen Zhaozhao took a long time to pry his hands away and help him sit up in the passenger seat.

She started the car again, driving forward, returning to the villa.

Looking at Shi Annuo, who was still deep in sleep, Wen Zhaozhao got out of the car first, then opened the passenger door, intending to help Shi Annuo out.

However, when Shi Annuo’s hand rested on her slender shoulder, she not only failed to help Shi Annuo stand up but also fell to the ground with him due to the lack of strength.

Fortunately, at that moment, Shi Yuhuan and Song Qinghuan came out and helped them both up.

In the bedroom, Shi Annuo lay on the bed, calling out Wen Zhaozhao’s name in a low voice, “Zhaozhao, Zhaozhao…”

His voice, corroded by alcohol, was unusually hoarse.

After Shi Yuhuan and Song Qinghuan left the bedroom, Wen Zhaozhao also got up intending to undress him and wipe his face, hoping he would sleep more comfortably.

But Shi Annuo seemed to fear that her getting up meant she would leave him forever. He immediately hugged her, speaking softly, asking Wen Zhaozhao not to leave him.

With his eyes closed, his voice was very hazy and muffled, and his hot breath tickled Wen Zhaozhao’s ear with every low murmur.

“Annuo, lie down first, I’ll get a towel to wipe your face,” said Wen Zhaozhao soothingly, trying to push him with one hand, but she was instead firmly pressed down on the bed by his larger frame.

Then, no matter how much she pushed, she couldn’t move him.

“Zhaozhao, Zhaozhao…” Shi Annuo held her tight, kissing every part of her face, calling her name with each kiss.

Wen Zhaozhao struggled but failed to break free. She eventually stopped trying and said softly, “Annuo, I actually know that you’re already halfway sober, you’re just playing drunk now.”

“I just don’t want a divorce. If Zhaozhao doesn’t divorce, I’ll stop playing drunk right away,” Shi Annuo suddenly played the rogue like a child.

“Are you going to threaten me over something like this?” Wen Zhaozhao was truly speechless. She twisted her body, but Shi Annuo pressed her even tighter and then exclaimed indignantly.

“Shi Annuo, get off me!” she said, a bit angry.

But Shi Annuo remained unmoved, still pressing down on her and staring into her eyes with deep affection. His voice was gentle, yet his tone was domineering and commanding, “Wen Zhaozhao, did you hear me? No divorce, no divorce. Agree and I’ll let you go.”

This was even more childish than a kid. Wen Zhaozhao was speechless again, but speechless didn’t mean she was out of options.

She gave Shi Annuo a slight smile and at the moment he let his guard down, she reached for the cup on the bedside table.

The hot water in the cup had been poured before she went to pick up Shi Annuo and had long since cooled down, but what Shi Annuo needed at this moment was cold water.