She was so dizzy from being kissed by him that her breathing began to become disordered involuntarily. A pair of small hands struggled and helplessly grasped the skirt of his clothes. They grabbed so hard that they tore off two of his buttons, revealing her sexy wheat-colored chest.
He smiled evilly and murmured in a low voice, "In such a hurry?"
Wen Tong's face turned red with embarrassment, and she pushed him away with all her strength amid the violent music.
On the stage in the private room, there was a woman showing pole dancing. She seemed to be used to this kind of situation. She did not hesitate for a moment in her enchanting dance and was still working hard on her poses.
"Beichen Xiao, that's enough, there's still someone else!" Wen Tong covered her lips with her hand and looked at him warily.
He didn't seem to hear. He pushed her down on the sofa with one hand and raised the other hand holding the cup. Wen Tong realized what he wanted to do and it was too late to stop her.
With a careless smile, he poured all the wine in the glass onto Wen Tong as a joke, until her white shirt was soaked by the wine, revealing her exquisite curves.
The color in his eyes gradually deepened, and his desire was like a wild beast in a cage, wild and intense.
He leaned down and kissed the alluring top. Moistened by the wine, it became erect and fragrant.
"Well." Wen Tong's eyes suddenly opened wide, her body felt cold, and she hurriedly protected her chest, "Beichen Xiao, you are crazy."
The woman on the stage was wrapped around the steel pipe like a snake, swinging her waist with the ups and downs of the music.
"Shy?" He smiled lowly and raised his eyebrows. His voice was neither serious nor soft, but full of authority. "Get out."