Timothy laughed heartily, "Alright, I'll walk a few steps to show you."
He stared at her wickedly and walked towards her.
One step, two steps...
He walked unsteadily, as if he might fall at any moment.
Ye Anqi stepped back, "You're drunk."
"I'm not... see, I can still walk?" Timothy got closer and closer.
Ye Anqi stepped back a few more steps, almost bumping into the large bed behind her.
Timothy took two more steps, each step like a dance.
"Qiqi, see, I'm not drunk. Can I hold you now?"
"You're definitely drunk, just wait for a minute."
"No, I'm not drunk..." As soon as Timothy finished speaking, he fell towards her.
Ye Anqi thought he was drunk, so she quickly reached out to support him, but he suddenly pushed her onto the bed.
His body pressed down on her—
Ye Anqi was stunned, then started to struggle.
"Timothy, what are you doing?"
Timothy pressed against her, his thin lips wandering across her face.
