Ruan Mengxi felt she might have really drunk too much. It wasn't until the voice above her head sounded again that her whole body stiffened.
"Can you stand on your own?"
Her back was pressed tightly against his chest, hard and warm, and as he spoke, his breath mixed with the scent of alcohol blew from the side behind her, settling into her neck...
It was both tingling and itchy, and warm.
His hand was still resting on her waist, and she was wearing a red dress today. The material wasn't too thin, yet the heat from his palm still seemed to seep through, bit by bit.
"I... I can." Ruan Mengxi stammered, steadying herself against the wall, trying to keep some distance from him, but the hand on her waist hadn't loosened.
She had again drunk too much, plus his chest was radiating scorching heat.
Her legs went weak...
And she stumbled back into his arms.
