Jun Yan's body was suddenly tense.
"Such a nuisance, you shouldn't be wearing clothes."
The woman muttered unhappily, tugging at the hem of his shirt with one hand, while the other hand was on his black belt buckle.
His pupils contracted, and he immediately reached out, grabbed her wrists, and pulled them out forcefully, causing several buttons on the shirt to pop off.
They fell to the ground, rolling several times on the smooth floor.
The shirt hem under the belt was pulled out.
Several buttons beneath the shirt broke, opening on both sides, revealing glimpses of perfectly defined abs.
Jun Yan stared at her, his eyes deep and dark, "You're drunk."
Si Fan lazily coughed, looking up at him with a teasing smile, "Drunk? Underestimating me?"
Jun Yan's eyes were half-closed, with hidden danger, "Not really drunk?"
Si Fan: "Not drunk, absolutely not drunk!"
Whoever dares to say she's drunk, she'd punch them to death!
Jun Yan: "..." The epitome of stubbornness.
