He just sat quietly in the car and drove in Korean, while Ye Zhiding accompanied him and sat in the back seat of the car.
The atmosphere in the originally dull carriage became subtle because of Han Yi's sudden words.
Before Ye Zhiding could react, Han Yi's body, which smelled strongly of alcohol, had already pinned her down.
In the narrow space, the smell of cologne and alcohol mixed with the man's body constantly impacted Ye Zhiding's nerves.
Ye Zhiding's silence for a long time seemed to annoy Han Yi, and the corners of his lips raised a frightening evil charm, and suddenly he kissed her softly.
Basically, he couldn't resist the temptation brought by her body. He told himself that he didn't want it, but his body went against his thoughts and became a defecting king.
He kissed her again and again, not caring that the lips of the person beneath her were already red and swollen.
Alcohol has weakened his self-control, and Han Yi no longer wants to care so much.
What Han Yu saw through the rearview mirror was this scene. The man's upright body pressed the woman under him. Gradually, the flames of war began to spread. It was obvious that the man was not satisfied with the kiss between lips and tongues.
Ye Zhiding endured it silently. She couldn't break away, so she simply let the man on her body kiss her softly.
But soon, she discovered that his hands were gradually becoming restless. When he was drunk, he didn't have the same self-control as before, so his lips were kissed, and there was a Korean driving in the front seat.
"Han Yi, don't do this, um, don't."
The man was not satisfied with her rejection, but he intensified his attack.
All the sensitive parts of her body were manipulated by Han Yi wantonly. Even when he was drunk, he still knew where she was vulnerable.
In his thighs, his reaction became more and more obvious, and at this moment, the car suddenly stopped.
"arrive."
Ye Zhiding looked at the man who suddenly left her body in shock. He looked at her with half-squinted eyes, "Woman, here we are."
No, was he just pretending? He was not drunk at all.
Thinking of this possibility, Ye Zhiding suddenly felt angry. The blush that appeared due to passion did not dissipate, but his pretty face turned cold: "Yes, we're here."
After saying that, he got out of the car directly, not bothering to care about Han Yi, who was actually drunk.
How would she know that as the heir to a business empire, she must maintain her last trace of clarity even when drunk.
"Master, let me help you in." Han Yu, who was sitting in the front seat to calm down his inner turmoil, saw that the woman walked away by herself, left Han Yi in the car, and hurriedly followed Han Yi out of the car.
The man's unique breath hit her sense of taste, making her a little dizzy.
"No, I'll go in by myself. You go back quickly." Han Yi shook his head. The figure in front of him had already passed the garage door. He wanted to catch up but couldn't catch up.
Suddenly, he stumbled, and Han Yu, who was standing behind him out of worry, quickly caught him with quick eyes and hands.
Thanks to her not being an ordinary delicate woman, knowing that Han Yi was standing firm, she let go slightly.
Han Yi had a cold face and stepped hard on the culprit under his feet. At this time, he no longer looked like the cold CEO when he was awake.
Han Yu looked at his side face from the side. His profile was full of lines. Even when he was drunk, he exuded an aura that kept strangers away.
Finally, he was getting closer and closer to the suite where he lived, and suddenly, Han Yu was reluctant to let go.