The other party took off the jacket, revealing smooth, square shoulders on a small camisole and a gap between it and the pleated skirt, emitting an astonishing heat at this moment.
Mainly, Zhou Wang didn't expect that the girl pulling him into the private room was Cheng Xueqing.
When he lowered his head to see the other's features clearly, Zhou Wang shouted in surprise the other's name.
But Cheng Xueqing did not respond; she just tightly closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed, her hands hanging around Zhou Wang's neck. If it weren't for Zhou Wang holding her up, her body would still be continuously sliding down, looking completely drunk.
It was just those occasionally trembling long eyelashes that seemed to reveal something.
"Have you had too much to drink?"
Zhou Wang asked again, wanting to place the other party onto the sofa beside them. It's just that when Zhou Wang bent down, the unresponsive Cheng Xueqing suddenly exerted force, pulling Zhou Wang down onto the sofa with her.
