Jiang Huanchuan's consciousness had long been blurred by alcohol, and his fingertips were groping around aimlessly at his side. There was a hint of the usual casual coaxing in his vague voice: "Be obedient and play with me... Tomorrow, I will buy you the latest model." But as soon as he said these words, before his fingertips could touch the expected softness, a pair of arms suddenly stretched out from his side and tightened suddenly - the strength was astonishing, like an iron hoop, tightly squeezing his whole body into his arms.
The suddenly tightened arms tightly hugged him, and the unfamiliar breath was overwhelming. Jiang Huanchuan struggled violently, half awake from the drunkenness, and his voice was finally filled with real panic: "Who are you?! Let me go!"
He never expected until his death that he was just a hangover fragment and would be "picked up" by someone, and that the person trapping him in his arms with his hot breath was actually a man? !
Purpose: Forced love, chasing his wife in the crematorium