She was someone that was really innocent. Through her memories, she could not recall any moments of love towards the other sex. However, even someone like her could sense that Shang Mo's intents towards her were not entirely pure.
The way he looked at her was dangerously domineering.
"Since you don't want to drink it, have a good rest then," Even as she tried her best to compose herself, she could not stop her voice from quivering slightly.
With that, she turned around to leave.
Just as she was about to open the door, she found her wrist being tugged back by a warm hand.
She then fell over completely before finding her back pinned against the wall.
"What are you doing?" Rong Mo struggled. Even though Shang Mo was drunk and might not even know what he was doing at the moment, his strength had not diminished in the slightest bit.
She could not fight back at all with what little strength she had.
