Their lips had no choice but to part.

She was slightly gritting her teeth in shame and anger, but no matter how she struggled, both her wrists were firmly pinned down by him.

Perhaps it was the moonlight at night, Wen Yu’s eyes were dark and deep as he stared at her, his lips moved to her ear, and he whispered softly:

"...Hmm? Sister, am I small?"

She hadn’t answered his question yet.

Once those words landed, Ruan Yiyi’s head felt like it was about to explode again, completely overturning her impression of him.

Why was he so obsessed with this question...!?

What did it matter if he was small or not?

But that wasn’t the most important thing, the important thing was that he claimed she had violated him, acted improperly towards him, right?

Then what did this situation count as?

Ruan Yiyi exerted force with her wrists, staring at him, she said word by word, "I’ll say it one last time, let go of me!"

After she said that, the boy’s face turned a bit colder, as he bent down again, "Forget it, you better keep quiet."

With that, he blocked her lips once more.

Ruan Yiyi’s eyes widened again, her ears flushed red, but this time it was more out of anger.

He looked lean, but who would have known he had such strength.

Pinning her down so she could not resist was bad enough, and yet he even—

Her wrists were held by him, and at this moment his hands were slowly moving up, covering her hands, spreading her tightly clenched fingers open.

Finally, their fingers interlocked tightly.

In that moment, Ruan Yiyi’s spine tingled.

The boy kissed her awkwardly and inexperienced, clearly without much skill, yet somehow little by little she found herself helplessly, somewhat compromising.

She slowly closed her eyes, allowing him to ravage her lips.

Madness.

It was truly madness.

Ruan Yiyi only knew that everything was in chaos.

If Wen Xian saw all this, he would definitely come with a forty-meter long sword to chop her down.

...

Nobody knew how it all happened, but when Ruan Yiyi felt a chill under her slip dress, her body shivered, as if suddenly sobering up, she abruptly sat up and pushed him away.

He was unprepared and was mercilessly pushed away by her,

when he looked at her again, his eyes were red.

His chest heaved continuously, like a small crimson beast tainted with desire.

Immature yet innocent.

Seeing him like that, something flashed in Ruan Yiyi’s mind like a bolt of lightning.

It seemed that at this moment, she realized something was a bit off about him.

"You—"

One hand still awkwardly covered her chest, using her clothes to clumsily cover herself, yet she reached out with the other to feel his forehead.

But as soon as she stretched out her hand, he grabbed her.

This time, she couldn’t let him succeed again, Ruan Yiyi followed the momentum as she flipped him over, pinning him with her knee against his back, chopping down on his neck with her palm.

Originally dizzy and in pain, he suddenly felt his vision go black, let out a muffled grunt of pain and lost consciousness, passing out.

It wasn’t until this moment that Ruan Yiyi exhaled a long breath, and collapsed to sit beside him.

Both of them looked as if they had been through three hundred rounds in bed, one with bare skin, scratches on back and shoulders,

the other with a red slip dress in disarray, lips swollen and red.

Ruan Yiyi breathed in a chaotic mess, running her fingers through her long hair, after adjusting her emotions she reached out to touch his cheek, forehead.

Everything tonight was too off.

Was he really a lightweight after just one drink?

If that was the case, he wouldn’t be unaware of his own drinking capacity.