The two of them ate very late that night, and Jiang Junlin was a little drunk. Returning to the apartment, as soon as he entered the door, he hugged Jia Lin, then pressed Jia Lin against the door, and quietly locked the door with his left hand. No matter how hard Jia Lin struggled, he could not push Jiang Junlin away, so just like that, what should happen happened, and what should not happen happened.