Dressed lightly, her face flushed with drunkenness, she leaned against the door, seemingly too unsteady to stand.
Jiang Ye's already furrowed brow now looked like it could trap a fly:
"Get out!"
He didn't waste any more words.
However, the woman, getting an inch and taking a mile, not only didn't leave but instead swayed her way further inside.
"Young Master Jiang~"
Hiss!
"Scram!"
The two buttons at his collar that had been undone were now mysteriously done up again, stained deeply by red wine, which did not in any way diminish the cold pressure emanating from the man at this moment.
Actually, it wasn't hard to guess what was happening.
It was disgusting.
The woman hesitated for a moment, seemingly uncertain.
But in the end, reason was defeated by something else.
With a 'whoosh,' the zipper on the side of her dress came down.
The woman's gaze turned towards Jiang Ye, and she was clearly not as utterly drunk as she had been before, quite sober in fact.
