The drunken Zhang Xiaowei only felt as if he was floating.
He seemed to hear something, but his already muddled brain could not make a clear judgment.
Alcohol coursed through his body with his blood, burning like fire.
It was too hot.
Someone please cool me down.
The remnants of consciousness made Zhang Xiaowei eagerly want to alleviate the rising body temperature.
Unexpectedly, his wish was soon to be fulfilled.
Li Yanyan, her face flushed, sat on the bed, looking at the alcohol-reeking Zhang Xiaowei without any disgust.
She strenuously helped Zhang Xiaowei up and then began to undress him.
When she saw Zhang Xiaowei's strong muscles, Li Yanyan shyly covered her face.
But the next second, she could not help but sneak a peek.
After stealing a few glances, her courage grew, and her shyness faded away.
Should she continue?
Li Yanyan looked at the last piece of underwear on Zhang Xiaowei's body, blushing and hesitating.
