It was after eight o'clock in the evening, the alley next to the farmhouse was pitch dark, with no streetlights, only a crescent moon in the sky emitting a faint light.
The streetlights on the street were bright, but sadly they couldn't reach the inside of the alley.
Two figures appeared in the quiet alley.
The wine she had added just before leaving started to take effect, Qingran felt her head dull and numb, nothing like her own.
Even though she had already pinned Xie Ying'an against the wall, with no way to retreat.
But the last trace of clarity in her mind was still trying to pull her back to reason.
Back to reason...
Looking up, she saw the young man with his shirt front torn open by her aggressive actions, exposing his delicate collarbone.
Damn, that should be illegal.
A man with collarbones, isn't that just begging to commit a crime?
