Perhaps she was truly too drunk, perhaps she desperately wanted to hold onto something.
In this state between waking and dreaming, she suddenly unleashed her most passionate seduction on He Yingdong.
As her soft lips kissed his body, he felt like a dormant volcano awakened, ready to erupt at any moment.
His breathing became rapid, and his large hand cradled her little head.
"Don't do this, Qiqi..."
But soon, reason prevailed.
He turned over and pinned her small hand down, confining her to the other side of the bed.
"Qiqi, what are you doing?"
His voice was deep and hurried.
She suddenly deflated and lay down, tears streaming, her voice miserable:
"He Yingdong, why don't you want me? What does Yan Xiruo have that I don't? What's wrong with me? Tell me, I can change! Please don't abandon me!"
He lowered his head, gazing at her.
His heart felt as if it were filled with a sponge, unable to breathe smoothly.
She cried sorrowfully, yet he had no way to comfort her...
