"Snap!"
The sound of a heavy slap echoed, making it clear how hard that slap was.
Even though Bella Acker had really fallen asleep just now, she was now awakened by that slap.
"So painful..." Bella Acker opened her eyes pitifully, turned her head and looked at Damian Sinclair accusingly, "You hit me so hard."
"Not pretending to sleep anymore?" Damian Sinclair squinted at her.
Bella Acker pouted, "I'm not pretending to sleep, I really am very tired."
"Will you still dare to drink alcohol in the future?" Damian Sinclair clearly didn't want to let this question go easily.
"It's not like I wanted to drink." Bella Acker rubbed her butt, sprawled on his lap like a spoiled child, refusing to get up. Thinking about being forced to drink, thinking about the incident of almost being assaulted, tears of grievance and fear welled up in her eyes.
A perfectly fine life suddenly turned into such a mess, all because of the man beside her.
