In the dark room, Wan An was held by a man with one hand and pressed against the door with both wrists.
The man lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, full of temptation: "Are you angry?"
Wan An tsked lightly and turned away: "It smells like alcohol, it stinks to death, stay away from me!"
The man chuckled.
The drunk man's body temperature increased even more, as if he were setting up a stove, trying to break free and push the person in front of him away...
