The drunken man pulled off his bow tie and unbuttoned his shirt, clearly dissatisfied with the touch of clothing between them. Avery Jane looked at him in shock, and as he released her wrist, she tried to run away. But he circled her beneath him, his eyes closed, his thick lashes covering his profound eyes. The air between them was filled with strong alcohol breath. Even with his eyes closed, he accurately caught her hand, pressing it tightly and exploring his fiery body.
He was very close, the breath from his thin lips swept over her cheek, as he guided her small hand to wander over his body.......
"Joshua Hughes, please get up, you're drunk, let me make you a cup of tea....." He had never been like this before, but today, why did he get drunk? He was hardly sober now, calling him seemed ineffective, and pushing couldn't move him, she felt the heat radiating from his body like a furnace.
