But he didn't know if it was because of the alcohol, or if Chen Yan also subconsciously wanted something to happen.
He clearly wanted to struggle and get up, but his hands lacked the strength, and he couldn't push Meng Xue away after several attempts.
At this moment, Meng Xue was unlike him, as if she had gone mad.
She sat on top of Chen Yan and then bent down to start kissing him.
While weakly dodging, Chen Yan gasped for breath and said, "Meng Xue, come to your senses."
"With this approach, even if you win my heart, you won't have me!"
"A forced melon isn't sweet!"
As he spoke, Chen Yan felt his lines were a bit strange.
Meng Xue didn't care about that, as she tore at Chen Yan's clothes while panting, replying, "It's fine. If it's not sweet, it still quenches thirst."
Seeing Meng Xue nearly going mad, Chen Yan genuinely panicked.
He put strength into his arms and hugged Meng Xue.
