"Jin Beizhou." She suddenly called his name, her voice hoarse from alcohol.
"Huh?"
"Have you ever done something... That you knew you shouldn't do, but just couldn't help but want to do?"
Jin Beizhou looked at her, his eyes darkening.
"Working on it," he said.
The next second, he grabbed her wrist, pulled her up from the bar, walked through the corridor, and pushed open a fire escape door.
The moment the door closed behind him, he pressed her against the wall.
"Are you sure?" His voice was very low, his forehead pressed against hers, and his breath was all over her face, smelling of whiskey.
