But for some reason, he was still afraid, afraid of her violent rebellion, disgust, and hatred when her rationality returned.
No matter how addicted she was at the moment, completely without resistance, this kiss would eventually come to an end, this intimacy would eventually stop.
Once she sobered up, she would be really angry, very angry.
What should he do?
So, while kissing her, Nangong Jin retreated from her mouth, then gently kissed her lips, sliding from her lips to the corners, then to her cheek, and finally tilting his head to rest on her neck, tilting his face slightly.
Not wanting to face confrontation head-on, he might as well continue pretending to be drunk to the very end!
Feeling all his movements, Di Jinxuan blinked in confusion, suddenly snapping out of the magic power he had cast on her.
Shit, she had given up several times or, to put it another way, forgotten to resist.