Holding her slender waist, he lowered his head and wanted to kiss her full lips from the side.
But unexpectedly, she dodged it nimbly.
There were tears on her eyelashes, her eyebrows were knitted together tightly, and she looked aggrieved, ashamed and full of resistance.
Rong Zhan was a little upset and snorted. "Why are you hiding? Didn't you throw yourself on me and kissed me that night? Weren't you the one clinging to my waist and not letting me go in the bathroom?"
Sang Xia did not know if she had drunk too much or was provoked by his obscene words, but there was an unnatural redness to her face.
Holding down her humiliation, she gritted her teeth and said, slightly panting, "Rong… Zhan, cut the nonsense, or it'll make me think that you can't do it."
"Ha, I didn't know you're so anxious… Did I make you feel very comfortable that night?"
