Feeling the softness against his arm, Lin Kuang would be lying if he said he felt nothing. After all, a great beauty was standing right next to him. With the soft swell of her breasts constantly brushing against his arm, he would have to be inhuman to feel nothing.
Looking at Britney's drunken state, Lin Kuang was truly at a loss for words. He really could not understand what was going on in the mind of this Western beauty.
Could she really not be worried that I might take advantage of her? Lin Kuang wondered.
After helping the drunken Britney into the car, Lin Kuang slid in himself.
"Where do you live?" he asked, turning his head.
"Endless Hotel, sixteenth floor, room 1601," Britney mumbled drowsily. Her body swayed, and she leaned her head against the seat, looking sleepy.
As she moved, her already scant clothing shifted, revealing a flash of snow-white skin that reflected in Lin Kuang's eyes. He felt a bit embarrassed but still snuck a few more glances.
