Because he was drunk, the man seemed a bit excited. As Pingying helped him lie down on the bed-stove in the room, he pulled her under him and looked at her with burning eyes.
His gaze flickered with small flames, strongly conveying what he wanted to do at the moment.
They were too close, Zhiyong's breath spraying on Pingying's neck, making her body heat up and her face turn slightly red.
Zhiyong looked at her, his lips slowly descending, his large hand exploring under her clothes, roaming all over her body.
Pingying knew this man was eight parts drunk, and talking sense to him was futile, so she gave him a pat, planning to turn over and get up, when suddenly the door was pushed open, accompanied by Yun Mei's voice, "Come, I've made some sobering soup, let Zhiyong have some..."
But her voice stopped abruptly upon seeing the position of Pingying and the man on the bed, him on top and her underneath.
