Feeling Wu Xiaoshan's head constantly rubbing against her, Cui Xin'ai felt a surge of anger.
What little rationality she had told her that she couldn't let Wu Xiaoshan off so easily.
She had only drunk this much to coax Wu Xiaoshan's secrets out of him.
Now, not knowing a thing, she obviously couldn't let Wu Xiaoshan have his way.
"Oppa, you're pressing down on me."
Cui Xin'ai complained softly, gently trying to push Wu Xiaoshan away.
But Wu Xiaoshan had no intention of leaving and nudged her a few more times, his hand also joining in.
"Xin'ai, this is so comfortable, let me lie here for a while."
Cui Xin'ai, who had drunk quite a bit, had arms as limp as noodles and simply couldn't push Wu Xiaoshan away; she could only hold back tears and endure his forwardness.
She had been naïve enough to think that when Wu Xiaoshan mentioned adding medicinal herbs to the fertilizer, she would immediately uncover the secret of the Wolong Mountain Brand.
