His breath has become hot, falling on her skin, Zijin looked at his eyes that were gradually becoming more and more confused, and flinched: " What do you want to do? "
His alcohol smell was still spraying on the side of his neck, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms: " What do you think? "
For the first time, Zijin felt that his strength was too insignificant compared to the man who hugged him. No matter how much she struggled, bit and yelled, he easily subdued her, carried her into the bedroom, and threw her on the bed.
Perhaps to him, his own struggles are just as ridiculous as Lele's temper tantrum. Zijin huddled in the corner of the bed, watching him take off his coat, revealing his lean and strong upper body, and as soon as he leaned forward, he gra
