"Yes," Bo Yan said as he leaned against the windowsill, his expression calm, "I unbuttoned your blouse one by one and helped you take off your dress. Seeing that you weren't sleeping comfortably, I also unfastened your BRA and then took your pajamas and put them on you. You weren't willing to cooperate, so I had no choice but to pick you up, press you against me, and then help you change..."
He seemed to be doing it on purpose, speaking slowly, allowing his words to gradually become clear in her mind.
Xia Siyu was both angry and embarrassed, especially since she was too drunk to resist his handling.
When she was angry, she had to vent, like right now she rushed over, grabbed his arm, and bit down hard.
Bo Yan was by the bed, letting her pull and bite him, until she tasted a hint of blood in her mouth, and then she slowly let go. The mark she left was beautiful, a perfect crescent.
