Both of them still had the smell of alcohol on their breath. Pello kissed the leftover cheese, and then moved onto the lips that smelled of wine.
"Pello, no," Su Ziceng resisted, although she also understood that today was a day she had agreed to, Pello's birthday, a particularly sensitive day.
"You still owe me a birthday gift," Pello completely blocked Su Ziceng's resistance, he took off her coat, and carried the intoxicated Su Ziceng to the bedroom.
There were things he had been holding back for a long time, regardless of how he was going to deal with Su Ziceng in the future.
In the room, gasps could be heard, Su Ziceng could not push Pello away, and eventually, she gave up struggling. Her top was pulled off, her fingers had already touched Pello's bare, muscular body.
She didn't know if it was the warmth from the alcohol spreading, or her own body heat, but she felt completely limp.
The mattress sank deeply, Pello's consecutive kisses swallowed all her breaths and gasps.
