Huo Jinnan looked down at Che Huan, who clung to his bathrobe, drunk to a stupor. His voice was magnetic and husky, "How do you want to play?"
How do you want to play?
Che Huan knitted her brows, tilting her head as if in serious thought, biting her lip, endearingly naive.
Huo Jinnan looked down.
She really was drunk!
Not only drunk but also hot to the touch. If he hadn't discovered it in time...
Thinking of certain people, a bottomless chill flashed through his eyes.
Che Huan's eyes softened, and she suddenly smiled sweetly at Huo Jinnan, her eyes brimming clear, "Wall slam, do you know how?"
Huo Jinnan extinguished the cigarette between his fingers, raised his eyes to look at Che Huan, scanning her face.
Che Huan's face flushed, her voice tinged with a trace of huskiness, soft and moist as she spoke, "It's when a guy corners a girl against the wall and puts a hand against the wall, making a 'bang' sound..."
