Qian Meng's fingertips softly brushed along the length of his jaw. His skin was burning up. His eyelids became heavy and he was struggling to keep them open. His black gaze was completely spaced out... like Marcus and the other people. It was worse actually and that scared Yun Qian Meng immensely.
"I don't feel good," he said, his words so garbled that Yun Qian Meng could barely make them out. His head dropped onto her chest. He mumbled incoherently, though she did make out the word 'beautiful'.
He was talking to her breasts.
Qian Meng glanced down at his half-empty glass of alcohol and wondered how he had gotten so intoxicated. Her mind was a bit fuzzy but she didn't remember him drinking much. She looked at the cookie crumbs but couldn't grasp what her mind had understood.
Why couldn't she focus?
