The strong scent of alcohol mixed with the essence of male hormones rushed at her. Chi Enen pressed one hand against his chest, furrowing her eyebrows, struggling and whispering angrily, "Li Beijue, let go of me!"
The man gripping her wrist and trapping her between the sofa had falcon-like eyes that were blood red and a handsome face more infuriated than hers, gritting his teeth and growling lowly, "No!"
"Chi Enen, don't think I will let go. You're dreaming!"
Chi Enen was momentarily stunned by his roar, her eardrums buzzing. After a brief moment of bewilderment, she snapped back and was so angry she laughed, "I know you're not drunk. Stop pretending to be drunk. Let go!"
As she spoke, she reached up to pull at the hands pressing on her shoulder, her laughter filled with anger. To the man towering above her, she seemed particularly indifferent.
Li Beijue's wrist was tugged sharply by her several times, but he remained unmoved.
