It was exactly at that moment, as if really drunk, that Song Anqi squeezed through the gap in the door.
Lu Jihan wanted to close the door, but it was too late; Song Anqi had already entered his room.
Suddenly, his handsome thin lips pressed even tighter, and his face grew even darker.
Song Anqi, using her drunkenness, staggered inside and lay straight down on the sofa, refusing to get up.
She puffed out her chest and raised her legs, striking seductive poses, wishing she could just strip off her clothes.
"Oh, it's so hot, Mr. Lu, didn't you turn on the air conditioning in this room? Why is it so hot, ugh, it's killing me..."
She placed her wine glass and bottle on the coffee table, fanning her face with one hand, while with the other she pulled down one of her straps.
Lu Jihan's face was as dark as Satan from hell.
It was at this time that Song Yinyin's call came through.
