“Hehe, you can’t escape now.” She opened her eyes and looked down at him with an inebriated gaze.
He knew that even though her eyes were open she was not really sober.
He smiled helplessly. “Xiaoxiao, do you know what you are doing now?”
He was a normal man, and she was a drunk woman. And she had climbed over him. Had it been any other man, she would have long lost her chastity.
“I know.” She giggled foolishly, a sweet and blissful smile appearing on her lips. “I want to kiss you.”
Her voice faded and without waiting for him to react, she lowered her head and kissed him on the lips.
She kissed him in an unruly manner, sucking his lips wildly as if she were devouring something.
For a brief moment, Corey did not know what to do. He lay supine on the bed, allowing her to do whatever outrageous things she wanted.
Perhaps it was because of his lack of response, she became angry and bit his lip.
He opened his mouth a little in pain, giving her the perfect opportunity.
The tip of her delicate tongue extended into his mouth. The strong stench of alcohol instantly permeated all his senses. He wrinkled his slender brows instinctively.
“How much did this girl drink?”
Her tongue was careening wildly in his mouth, just like her personality—so direct and willful.
Yet undeniably, she had successfully aroused the hidden desire in the depths of his heart.
His profound eyes sparkled, and he grabbed the back of her head and took the initiative. He wrapped his tongue around the tip of hers, sucking forcefully, not giving her a chance to breathe.
The atmosphere in the quiet room gradually became ardent.
Perhaps it was the kissing which had made her pant. Ying Xiaoxiao frowned and wriggled her body uneasily. As she was drunk, she obviously did not know how fatal her actions were to a man.
Corey snorted and turned over, pressing himself down on her. He propped himself on his hands and looked down at her. Her eyes were glowing like rippling water thanks to her ardor, glistening brightly and looking exceptionally enticing.
His black eyes narrowed slightly. He could not hide the burning fire inside, yet he had not been made irrational by his smoldering desire. He knew who it was lying under him, and what kind of trouble he would end up in were he to take her now.
So he took a deep breath and got up, climbing off her body.
Seeing her fall asleep again after turning his head sideways to look at her, he smiled wryly. He lifted his hand and scratched his scalp, then stood up and left the room.
…
When Ying Xiaoxiao awoke the next day, she found herself in a strange environment the second she opened her eyes. She was so startled that she bolted upright.
Her head was still hurting from the hangover. She had no time to bother about it. Instead, she surveyed the strange room nervously, lowering her head and pushing off the blanket.
Following that, she breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, she was still wearing her clothes from last night.
After making sure that her body was untouched, she wanted to study the room. It was furnished in a spartan grayish-white, very simple and neat. One could tell at a glance that it was a man’s room.
But whose room was this?
She raised her hand and rubbed her aching temples, trying strenuously to recall what had happened last night.
Last night, she had met Halle Mitchell and the two of them had had a drink. Then Corey had come. After that, she seemed to have drunk a lot of alcohol, so much so that she could not remember anything that followed.
But if she had been drinking with Corey for all of that time, he had to be the one who had brought her here.
She pushed off the blanket and got out of bed, tiptoeing to the door and opening it gently. She poked her head out gingerly and looked but saw no one.
So she walked out boldly.
It was a medium-sized apartment. Other than the room she’d woken up in, there were two other rooms.
The living room was not that big. It looked somewhat cramped, with a TV with a screen size of more than 50 inches.