The person in his arms was not like other women with heavy makeup; her fair face had a flush that clearly showed she was drunk.
Beichen Rui's face was as dark as could be; the woman in his arms was restlessly moving around, and her fingers were unintentionally or intentionally grasping his chest. "Woman, I'll give you three seconds to get up."
Yet, he cursed himself for reacting. Normally, with remarkable self-control, he was actually feeling something for a stranger.
This made Beichen Rui extremely displeased. However, the woman in his arms seemed not to be affected at all, her small hand kept scratching at his chest. She was still mumbling something.
Her voice was too low; Beichen Rui couldn't hear it clearly. He wanted to pull the woman in his arms away, but she was holding on too tightly, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't pull her off.
No woman had ever dared to get this close to him, yet this woman not only approached him but also laid her hands on him.
