"You have such a sweet, little mouth, Enya!"
His sudden assault drew a sharp intake of breath out of surprise from her. She appeared to be a bit flustered and lost as she tried to push him away.
"Brother Yancheng, d-don't do this…"
"You're looking really beautiful tonight, Enya…"
While smiling obsessively at her, Mu Yancheng grasped and fondled the lady's bosoms lovingly with his hands, his eyes fluttering shut involuntarily in full appreciation of her skin's smooth and delicate texture. He was hungry for more skin-to-skin contact, which was evident when he tilted his body closer toward her.
By now, the drug had completely taken root inside of him, its potency fully unleashed in his system. The young missy realized this fact when she felt the searing body temperature of the man beside her, and she could not help but hesitate a little before she eventually asked coaxingly, "You're drunk; shall I send you home?"
