A single sentence, spoken intermittently, could not be completed even after a long while.
Drunk but clear-minded, this sentence is indeed true.
Last night, after drinking alcohol, she was a bit dizzy, but what she said and did seemed still clear in her memory.
"Wasn't it?"
Qin Jin reached out and pulled her over, his long fingers slid down her neck and paused at her collarbone.
His slightly rough fingertips gently rubbed against her collarbone, his gaze misty, profound as an ocean deep enough to draw one in.
"Was there or wasn't there?"
He asked again.
The seemingly deep and calm voice carried a hint of threat.
"Yes!"
Ye Zi nodded vigorously.
She admitted, there were two reasons.
First, last night she did indeed do that.
Second, if she dared to say no, she would definitely be thrown onto the bed, and then...
