Although things were heating up, Ye Qianqian didn't feel particularly aroused. Oddly enough, she felt cold when Shen Zhilie kissed her. She couldn't get away from him no matter how hard she tried. Even though he was drunk, he seemed much stronger than usual.
Shen Zhilie's hands naturally wandered toward her sensitive place. He rubbed it gently, and Ye Qianqian's breathing gradually became heavy. Once she got used to the wine taste in his mouth, it wasn't so bad. But... she was afraid that he would suddenly vomit on her.
She resisted and pushed him away, but it seemed like Shen Zhilie's hands had eyes. Even when his eyes were closed, he would find her hands and firmly grasp them.
He hooked his arms around her legs and opened them before putting himself between them. Ye Qianqian was sensitive and trembling, unable to resist him. She reached out, unbuttoned his belt, then roughly tore his shirt open. It was impossible not to want him after four months apart.
