Chapter 7 You Recognized the Wrong Person 1

Turning around and preparing to leave, she heard a loud thud from behind. Shen Ruo turned her head to see a man had fallen to the ground, several bottles of wine from the table knocked over by him.

"Sir, are you all right?" she asked softly.

The man didn't answer her; his deep, confused eyes stared at her. Eager to stand up, he fell again due to his severe drunkenness.

Unexpectedly, he was so handsome. Just one look was enough to make an unforgettable impression, seared into one's memory.

Shen Ruo was not one to fancy good looks, but she was slightly shocked by his appearance. Seeing that he couldn't get up, she felt she should help him.

"Sir, are you okay?" As soon as her hand touched his arm, it was forcefully grasped by his hand, then with a pull, she fell into his embrace.

"Sir!"

"Rongrong, is that you? Have you come back to see me?" The man held her tightly, his breath heavy with alcohol on her face, making her feel uncomfortable.

"Sir, let go, you're drunk," Shen Ruo didn't expect things to turn out this way.

When she tried to push him away, he held her even tighter, as if he was terrified she would vanish.

"Rongrong, do you know how much I miss you, how much I long for you." Holding Shen Ruo tightly, the man brought his face close and started to lightly kiss her cheek.

Shen Ruo panicked, "Sir, you've mistaken me for someone else. Let go, you've mistaken me for someone else... Mmph..."

He captured her lips, kissing her firmly, leaving no room for refusal. His kiss was urgent, dominant, and filled with intense longing.

As if she were his long-lost lover...

Shen Ruo was stunned for a moment, and by the time she came to her senses, she had been turned over and pressed onto the soft carpet, his entire body weighing her down, immobilizing her.

"Rongrong, don't leave me again... Don't leave me again..."

"Let go quickly! If you don't, I'll call for help... Mmph..."

The man intentionally didn't give her a chance to fight back, silencing her with his kisses every now and then. Shen Ruo exhausted all her strength but failed to push him away.

Thankfully, he was only kissing her lips and hadn't gone any further.

Just as she thought this, Shen Ruo's body froze. His hand had slipped into her knit shirt, gliding up along her smooth skin, caressing it.

Shen Ruo grew angry, "Bastard, let go of me!"

She suddenly regained her strength, beating and kicking him, only to be subdued by him once more.

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