"You haven't had too much to drink?" Ruan Mengxi struggled a bit, but he pressed her tightly and she couldn't move, "Get off me, it's uncomfortable."
The breath he exhaled was filled with the strong smell of alcohol, blowing over repeatedly, making her heart palpitate and head dizzy.
"You've messed up my hair."
"You messed up mine today too, so what's wrong with me messing it up a bit?"
Zeyan nodded, "Seems quite reasonable."
"Then get off me, don't press on me." He was too heavy, and reeked of alcohol, making her almost unable to breathe.
"How about you press on me for a bit too, and we'll call it even."
She press on him?
What kind of wild talk is this, clearly taking advantage of her.
Qi Zeyan wasn't drunk, but he had indeed drunk alcohol, smiling freely and boldly, looking handsome. Such a handsome face swaying in front of you makes people blush.
What kind of flirty talk is this, have you no shame.
"Get off." Ruan Mengxi pushed him.
