Sang Xia did not know how much she had drunk. She only knew that everything seemed to be shaking.
She seemed to have tripped and fallen onto someone, and someone's hand had slipped under her clothes in the dark.
The hand was rubbing her delicate skin ambiguously and was even moving upwards.
Sang Xia subconsciously wanted to refuse, but she was no match for the other party.
Her dignity was swept to the floor with such behavior done to her in front of everyone. When Sang Xia raised her head to drink the wine, she suddenly felt choked up and her eyes prickled.
Why did she meet this bastard!
The light was dim and when his hand was rubbing under her clothes without restraint, Sang Xia could not help coughing violently because of her rough drinking.
The long arm behind her pressed her into his arms.
She was slightly dizzy and everything was in double.
