"What happened just now doesn't count. Let's start over!"
His dark eyes were glued to the drunk woman. His voice was hoarse, and he sounded as though he was drunk too.
Shen Fanxing wanted to move her face instinctively. But the man refused to relinquish his grip.
"That doesn't count. Kiss me again," commanded Bo Jinchuan with determination.
Shen Fanxing frowned slightly, feeling unhappy.
She should be very angry!
When her lips collided with his in a fit of anger, her teeth bit into the corners of his lips. He reached a painful outcome.
Shen Fanxing snuggled back into his embrace again and found a more comfortable position before she stopped moving.
Bo Jinchuan licked the inside of his mouth where the smell of blood lingered.
This outcome was considered satisfactory.
Seconds later, Bo Jinchuan became dissatisfied again.
Was this woman unable to differentiate between men when she was drunk?
