Damian Sinclair didn't expect that even though she was drunk, she still had the strength. His hand was only loosely holding her wrist originally.
Now, with a twist of her wrist, she broke free and moved purposefully in a single direction.
"Hmm!" Damian let out a muffled groan, grabbing her wrist again, and said hoarsely, "Bella Acker, do you know what you're doing?"
It seemed Bella Acker didn't hear what he was saying at all, she just tugged at him, talking to herself: "Talia, what kind of stick did you bring, why can't it be pulled out?"
It would be strange if that stick could be pulled out.
Damian squeezed her wrist and said, "Bella Acker, if you keep teasing me, I won't be able to hold back."
The woman he had been dreaming about for so long was now laying warmly and softly on top of him, and she was mischievously provoking him. If it weren't for his exceptional self-control, he would have already taken action by now.
"What a strange stick, why is it getting bigger?"
