Ruan Danchen exhaled roughly. She thought that the alcohol would only turn her face slightly pink, but it had turned puffy and crimson.
Her face felt numb and swollen. As she put her phone away, she whispered softly, "I never even intended to let you sleep with me!"
"
Ruan Danchen's forehead felt hot and itchy. She snorted softly and said, "If you want to get in your own bed, I couldn't care less."
Without realizing it, his hot and dry palm reached out and grabbed her hand that was on her thigh. Rubbing the back of her palm gently and speaking softly, he said, "But if you got in my bed, I'd definitely care."