Tang Yuanchu's arm trembled, and he looked at her as though he had seen a ghost.
Xie Wanwan laid her head on his shoulder, chuckling softly. She had totally no idea how unsettling her words had sounded to him. She asked in a feathery voice, "Are you scared?"
Tang Yuanchu was finding it hard to swallow and replied in a throaty voice. "I'm not interested in a drunkard."
That teasing laugh, accompanied by her soft, feathery voice, was as though a snake hissing, tearing through Tang Yuanchu's weakened nerves. "If I'm not drunk… how will you get a chance?"
"…"
Tang Yuanchu's chest was heaving up and down.
Only a thin layer of clothing separated the two of them. The heat generated from the friction turned into an electric current, spreading all over his body. It felt as though all his pores had opened up and clamoring in desire…
The woman in front of him looked as if she turned into a siren.
