Li Chen hesitated for a moment.
It seemed she was truly befuddled by the drink and didn't even recognize herself.
"What's the matter with you? Get up and talk, come on!"
As he spoke, he helped the girl up from the ground, pulling at her delicate arm. Just as she was pulled up, she stumbled back into his arms.
His chest was pressed against round mounds, soft, firm, and a bit distracting.
Remembering how she had flirted with him last time, following the principle that only a fool would refuse a windfall, his arm went around her exposed waist.
Her slender waist lacked any excess fat yet kept the plumpness of a youthful girl; the touch was incredibly comforting to his fingertips.
His hand moved lower, encountering her taut buttocks.
Every part of a young girl's body exuded a sense of firmness.
He gently pinched it, finding the sensation too comforting.
Just then, six or seven boys and girls, around seventeen or eighteen years old, caught up from behind.
More boys than girls.
