In the dark space where she couldn't see her fingers, the man's hoarse voice soothed her quite a bit.
"Fu Yanye? You, have you been drinking?"
But she quickly realized something was off. His breath carried the scent of alcohol, and it was pretty heavy at that.
"Hmm!"
Fu Yanye pressed against her neck, his breath becoming elongated.
"Fu Yanye, when you're drunk, why don't you go back to your own home?"
Zhuo Jian held his wandering hand and asked him with suppressed emotion.
"I want to come sleep in your bed!"
"I'll call and get you a cab, so you can go to Lin Ruxiang's place, okay?"
Zhuo Jian, hearing his low, muffled murmurs, found it a bit unbearable. She figured she better send him away sooner rather than later.
"Not okay! I want you!"
Fu Yanye rolled on top of her, and his thin lips launched an assault on hers.
——
When Zhuo Jian woke up the next day, she turned on her speakerphone and opened Weibo.
