The other party was clearly very agitated.
Their breathing was extremely rapid.
Amanda Smith anxiously watched him, and seeing that he didn't move for a long time, she cautiously said, "Sir, I don't engage in one-night stands... It's getting late, I need to go home, my husband must be getting anxious at home."
As soon as she finished speaking, he reached out and pushed her onto the bed.
Amanda Smith couldn't for the life of her figure out which of her words had touched a nerve, as he pushed her over.
Amanda Smith's face was smeared with his saliva, and after struggling until he lifted his head, she rubbed her face vigorously against the bed before she belatedly realized that her mask was gone.
In the dim light, she saw the mask that had been assigned to her when she entered the party had, at some unknown time, fallen to the ground.
