NOVPUBChapter 112: 112, scared, actively pounce
Chapter 112: 112, scared, actively pounce
On the screen, she could be seen running to Yihan with a beaming smile, sitting next to him, and then wrapping her arms around his waist. She laughed at him and leaned in to kiss his face and lips.
Exclaiming in shock, Song Qinghuan could hardly believe it: “This, this… impossible!!”
With a faint smile, Yihan said, “Keep watching!!”
In the video, Yihan was calm, pushing her away, and like a perfect gentleman, he left the couch for her and walked away.
The video ended there.
Song Qinghuan froze for a moment, then screamed and kicked in protest: “Impossible, impossible, how could this happen, I don’t have sleepwalking syndrome!”
Yihan glanced at her, his gaze mocking: “Don’t blame your desire to seduce me on sleepwalking!”
With that, he clicked on the next video.
In the video, Yihan was sitting on the bed, his usual demeanor cold and arrogant. But then she rushed to the bed, threw herself at Yihan, and wouldn’t let go. At last, Yihan gave in and let her embrace him.
Song Qinghuan looked terrified, as if she had seen a ghost: “This…this isn’t real, this must be fake!”
Yihan’s face suddenly turned cold, his eyes chilling: “If it’s not you in the video, who is it, a ghost? Whether you admit it or not, it doesn’t matter. I recorded it just in case you accuse me of taking advantage.”
With that, he got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom.
As he turned his back to Song Qinghuan, a sinister smile graced his lips.
She dared to scold and hit him in her dreams, so how enjoyable was it to force him in her dreams?
Song Qinghuan watched as Yihan walked nonchalantly into the bathroom, nearly crying with her pout.
She threw off the covers, looking at her own body. Blue and red marks dotted her chest — unmistakably kiss marks, absolutely kiss marks.
These kiss marks obviously could not have been from her, so they must have been from him.
What about her forcing him? She doubted that, but the video, how could she have gotten up in the middle of the night?
Song Qinghuan was in turmoil, her gaze darting around. She accidentally noticed the vodka and glasses on the coffee table.
A scene flashed before her eyes and Song Qinghuan abruptly covered her mouth. Was it possible that being force-fed alcohol while asleep was not a dream but reality?
Yihan, that despicable, shameless jerk. She had never encountered such a lowly, shameless man before — he had not only gotten her drunk but also recorded it on his phone.
My goodness, she was so dangerous when drunk, attacking and hugging any man she encountered?! For now, she needed to confront him, why did he get her drunk!
“Yihan, get out here!” Song Qinghuan pulled up a large bed sheet, wrapped it around herself, and sluggishly got out of bed to go to the bathroom.
(PS: Update completed, goodnight lovelies! And today’s lucky reader is: 〃 殤-)
