Lin Zhiyi was forced to look up and meet the man's gaze, still breathless from the alcohol, a slight heat lingering.
"What are you doing?"
Lin Zhiyi was startled; she didn't need to look to know who it was.
"What do you think?"
The man whispered two words heavily, pressing down on her head, pretending to kiss her.
Lin Zhiyi turned her head slightly: "I've been drinking."
He rasped, "I haven't drunk in a long time. Let me have a taste to satisfy my craving."
"Mmm..."
The forceful kiss carried a faint displeasure, pressing down as if to consume her entirely.
Lin Zhiyi had been drinking, and her head was already a bit dizzy, now even more so.
She didn't even know when the hem of her skirt had been lifted.
She only felt a blazing heat on the places touched on her leg.
But she had no strength to resist; his tall frame pressed tightly against her.
After a moment, Gong Chen finally released her, gazing down at her with lowered eyes.