Under the effect of the drug, Gu Moyang could not hear any sound.
In the throes of heartbreak, he mistook the woman in his arms for Lin Qian.
The more she struggled, the greater Gu Moyang's force became. She couldn't escape.
Even in his drunken stupor, Gu Moyang could easily subdue Jiang Xiaonan with just two fingers.
Some things are simply instinctual to men, no learning necessary.
Soon enough, Gu Moyang had stripped off Jiang Xiaonan's clothes.
"Xiao Qian, Xiao Qian, you are mine."
With that, Gu Moyang pinned Jiang Xiaonan's hands above her head.
He kissed her roughly. Jiang Xiaonan had never been this intimate with Gu Moyang before.
She would often dream of Gu Moyang.
Yet even in her dreams, Jiang Xiaonan didn't dare to imagine being this close to him.
With her hands immobilized, she was forced to accept Gu Moyang's kiss.
He had been drinking tonight, the rich scent of alcohol or perhaps his own breath filled her senses.
