Before Mi Rong could turn around to leave, she was pulled by her waist and her back had fallen into someone's warm embrace. She was momentarily frozen.
The person, who was embracing her from behind, had a much bigger built than her. Surely, it was a man. His arms were tightly holding her and locked her with his strong arms. It was like he was afraid that the person in his arms would disappear and he would lose her forever.
His hot breath was heavily breathing on her neck down to her collarbone whilst his face was planted on her shoulders. As he breathed out, Mi Rong could smell alcohol wretching from him. Sigh, what a day. Having a drunk guy hugging you was not what she had signed up for. She was ready to use some of her strength to release herself when the other person made her stop.
The man behind her called out a name softly, "Fei Ling."
