Pretend to Be Drunk

Phillip kissed Ann all the way they were out of the private room.

Phillip's kiss almost suffocated her.

Finally, Ann pushed the beast-like man away and helped him, who was unconscious, lie on the sofa in an empty room.

Ann pulled out Phillip's phone from his pocket carefully. She wanted to call someone to pick him up, but she was pressed into his embrace again.

Ann struggled to hold up her head and looked at Phillip, only to find that his eyes, which had been clear, seemed to be somewhat distracted.

Ann panicked. Was he in heat again?

She just seized the opportunity to bite him when Phillip kissed her. Then he could become more clear-headed.

How could she control him now?

Bite him again? But it's embarrassing...

As Ann was about to retreat, Phillip rolled over and pressed Ann under him.

Ann raised her eyes in panic and saw Phillip's normally cold eyes covered by a layer of mist, his breathing being hot and heavy.