Her hand groped for his belt, but she was too drunk to remove it.
She lowered her head angrily, and a warm aura breathed softly on his chest.
He felt like his whole body was going to explode! He clenched her hands again, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the fire in his heart.
"Heather, do you know what you're doing?" he asked in a serious voice.
Heather... Heather froze slightly.
The person standing in front of her was clearly a stranger, but why didn't she feel angry but feel very friendly when he called her name?
"Yes!" she said in a fit of pique.
"Good," he said as his eyes were a little deep.
He pressed his finger on the belt, took it off with a swish, and put it in her palm. "Here you are."
Looking at the belt in her hand, she was in a trance. What had she come out for? Why did she have someone else's belt in her hand?
