Gathering up thoughts that shouldn't exist, Ji Yemo put on a stern face:
"Since you know who I am, then get off of me..."
Before he could finish speaking, fingers painted Imperial Red were placed on his thin lips.
"Precisely because I know who you are, I'm not leaving." That smile was brilliantly beautiful, and the voice was mesmerizing and enchanting like a siren.
Ji Yemo frowned, "I don't have the habit of sleeping with friends, Ruan Xixia, I'll say it again, get off!"
It seemed the effects of the drug had kicked in, Ruan Xixia's consciousness was growing more dispersed, yet her hand around his waist only tightened.
The two of them were like the queen of the Women Country and the Tang Monk, one trying hard to seduce, the other maintaining his composure.
Perhaps feeling increasingly uncomfortable, Ruan Xixia lifted Ji Yemo's casual clothes, her little hand wandered erratically over his body, showing a tendency to move downward...
