Glancing one more time at Wang Tianshan and Wang Hao, who were already sound asleep, Zhang Xiaomeng grew bolder, letting his gaze wander all over Rong Anyao.
With a coquettish and seductive glance, Rong Anyao gave Zhang Xiaomeng a look and signaled him to hush.
Meanwhile, to his left lay Wang Yuyan, already so drunk she was like a puddle of mud.
To his right was the charmingly coquettish Rong Anyao.
Having these two stunning beauties by his side, Zhang Xiaomeng couldn't pretend to be unaffected.
Zhang Xiaomeng put his arm around Rong Anyao, who, overcome with embarrassment and panic, pleaded, "Xiaomeng, don't do this."
"If Tianshan suddenly wakes up, we're doomed."
Rong Anyao was terrified.
Zhang Xiaomeng glanced at Wang Tianshan, who was so clogged with alcohol that all his meridians were blocked—there was no way he would wake up anytime soon.
His large hand slipped inside Rong Anyao's clothing and reached into her lingerie.
