"Is there even a need to ask?" Luo Qiangwei looked at him, tilted her head with a smile, "Did we lose self-control after drinking, or does Mr. Muo need to explain whether it was you who forced yourself on me?"
But in fact, deep down in her subconscious... She believed it was more likely that she initiated it herself.
Perhaps it's because in their current relationship, she was the one who desired more—they didn't think that he'd want her now, let alone force himself on her.
Mo Shiche's eyelids twitched slightly as he said faintly, "It seems you're quite indifferent to losing self-control after drinking."
Accustomed to it?
"What does it matter whether I am indifferent or not," her eyes and brows carried a layer of cool mockery, "it's done and messed up anyway, can time be turned back, or do you wish for some abuse and hope I slap you a few times? I can satisfy you right now."
