Chapter 23

Rong Zhan, Can You Give Me Some Dignity?

Sang Xia did not know how much she had drunk. She only knew that everything seemed to be shaking.

She seemed to have tripped and fallen onto someone, and someone’s hand had slipped under her clothes in the dark.

The hand was rubbing her delicate skin ambiguously and was even moving upwards.

Sang Xia subconsciously wanted to refuse, but she was no match for the other party.

Her dignity was swept to the floor with such behavior done to her in front of everyone. When Sang Xia raised her head to drink the wine, she suddenly felt choked up and her eyes prickled.

Why did she meet this bastard!

The light was dim and when his hand was rubbing under her clothes without restraint, Sang Xia could not help coughing violently because of her rough drinking.

The long arm behind her pressed her into his arms.

She was slightly dizzy and everything was in double.

The person behind her held her tightly and Sang Xia struggled to lower her head. Smelling the slightly familiar scent on his body, her eyes turned red and her voice was hoarse. “... There are so many people, I don’t want to, don’t...”

Could he give her some dignity?

Rong Zhan, could you?

Her cheeks were red and enchanting. It was really enticing, but some things were principled, after all.

But Rong Zhan chuckled the next second and then laughed lazily with some ambiguity. “Didn’t you hear her say that there are too many people here and that she doesn’t want others to see us being intimate?”

At this point, regardless of their tongue-tiedness, he paused slightly. “So, all of you get out. Understand?”

Everyone present was speechless.

Feeling the coldness behind Prince Rong’s smile, the others left quickly. Tang Ye was unwilling to go out and wanted to speak a few times but hesitated.

There was a sudden silence in the noisy room.

Rong Zhan then opened his eyes and stared at her.

At this moment.

A pair of long, narrow and beautiful eyes were flirty, infatuated, and extremely charming in the midst of the changing lights.

Sang Xia had drunk too much wine in one go and was feeling a little confused. She wanted to push him away, but her body was weak and clung close to him. Her breath made him feel like honey, soft and warm, pulling at his heart bit by bit.

Rong Zhan saw that she was as obedient as a kitten and, with the unknown fire from before, a strong desire to trample her suddenly rose in his heart.

This woman finally showed weakness.

Since that was what he was thinking, he would do that...