"Help!"
Seeing that the situation was bad, Meng Yiyi immediately pushed Han Lingfeng away and looked for an opening, quickly running toward the outside of the old lecture hall.
But before she could take more than a few steps, she suddenly felt a hand grab the hem of her skirt.
Zzzzip!
A corner of Meng Yiyi's pale blue long dress was torn apart by that hand, instantly revealing a span of her fair, long leg.
Fortunately, only a corner of the dress was torn, and the rest was enough to cover the important areas.
Yet even the exposed leg was so distracting.
Even in the dark of night, it was so clear.
Under the influence of alcohol, Han Lingfeng naturally found it even harder to resist this temptation and continued to chase after Meng Yiyi with bloodshot eyes, at a very fast pace!
"Stop running, tonight you must become my woman, Han Lingfeng!" Han Lingfeng, after all, was from the basketball team—tall and strong, both swift and powerful.