Zhao Bin covered his face and looked at Yu Wenxin in dismay. He really didn't realize that the other party suddenly slapped him and was directly forced to fight.

The hand is still holding each other's slender waist, body pressure on each other's body, the gun is vigorous and vigorous rubbing against each other's solid thigh.

"Down!"

Yu Wenxin's voice was very cold and his eyes were angry. His hands pushed directly to Zhao Bin's chest.

"Sorry, you're so beautiful after a drink. I can't help it." Zhao Bin looked at Yu Wenxin embarrassingly. At this time, he really knew he had done something wrong. After all, the other party...