"Li Beiting, get the hell out!" Yu Weiwei was far from courteous.
She bent her knees, trying to kick him with all her might, but before she could touch him, he had pinned her down.
Li Beiting used his leg to press her down, while one of his large hands seized both of hers, not allowing her to move an inch.
He was somewhat intoxicated; the fragrance of the flowers on her body and the aroma of light wine enveloped him, making it hard to extricate himself.
He kissed her earlobe, ravaging his way down, his wet and hot kisses gently sliding down to her neck, collarbone…
"Mm…" Yu Weiwei moaned, her cheeks flushing even redder.
This sensation, she remembered, she had experienced it once before, four years ago.
That time, she had also drunk too much…
"Weiwei…" He called her name passionately, his hot breath brushing against her ear.
"Li, Li Beiting… let go, let go of me…" Yu Weiwei's voice held a plea.
