Domineering: The Billionaire Lover of a Bad President

She wanted to refuse, but when she thought about her 'real' purpose, she felt that it was not a good idea to refuse.

Do you want to snuggle up with the trend?

It's just that this man doesn't seem to be so easy to control.

Perhaps, in order to achieve the goal, some necessary small means must be used-she doesn't like playing hard to get, but obviously, playing it once in a while, the effect should not be too bad.

She shook her head, her big clear eyes filled with apology, "Don't bother me sir, I... I can still hold on, I can walk by myself... Just please take me to a safe place until the effect of the medicine wears off. That’s it, thank you so much.”

The panic and tension in her eyes didn't seem to be fake at all, she couldn't support her body anymore, but she still tried her best to force herself, and walked unsteadily towards the door.

To leave, one must walk across the center of the dance floor.

Near midnight, under the stimulation of alcohol and music, the dancing men and women have already reached the peak of high, pairing up, embracing into a ball, caressing each other's bodies wantonly, seeking more and more intense sensory stimulation.

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