C194 She Couldn't Help It

She was pushed to the door, and before she could make a sound, his lips were already crazily blocking her.

"No -" In her panic, she reflexively struggled for a moment, but was held even tighter.

His lips were slightly cold, but his palm was very hot, with a strong smell of alcohol.

The temperature of his hand passed through the fabric on her waist and seeped into her skin