The air suddenly became quiet.
In the pitch-black living room, Sun Zhe was frozen stiff, not daring to move or even breathe too loudly. How did a naked woman suddenly appear and hug me out of the blue?
To avoid deepening the misunderstanding, he had to force himself to speak. "Uh, miss, I think you have the wrong person."
However, to his surprise, the woman seemed not to hear him. Instead, she hugged him even tighter, her soft, fragrant body snuggling against him as if she were being coquettish.
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have talked to that man at the bar yesterday or let him touch my leg."
"But you can't blame me for that, can you? That guy was just so handsome!"
"Baby, don't be mad at me, okay? Please?"
The woman seemed to be too drunk to be coherent. As she spoke, one of her soft, slender hands slipped inside Sun Zhe's shirt, greedily stroking his eight-pack abs. After a moment, her hand slid down over his hairy abdomen and slowly slipped into his waistband.
Shit!
