Pressing down on Lin Qingyun's shoulders, Zhao Dong kissed her fiercely.
For a moment, Lin Qingyun's mind went blank. She felt as if she had fallen into a vortex, mercilessly devoured by it.
Zhao Dong's hand, resting on her shoulder, slowly descended, finally stopping on her ample curves. Lin Qingyun shuddered, her face flushing red. Still shy, she unconsciously clenched her fists.
The weight on her vanished. When she opened her eyes again, Zhao Dong had already taken two steps back.
Lin Qingyun stared at Zhao Dong, a complex emotion in her eyes.
Zhao Dong, however, offered a smile. "Alright, you should rest. I need to head back."
Lin Qingyun remained silent, and the two of them just gazed at each other.
Zhao Dong silently lit a cigarette, then spoke slowly.
"Qingyun, when you fall in love with me and are willing to give yourself to me, body and soul—that's the outcome I truly desire. You've had too much to drink tonight."
