"Sit down!" Mo Siluo commanded in a deep voice.
Wen Wan fell back in fright. Why did that voice sound so terrifying? It sounded eerily similar to that pervert, didn't it?
Mo Siluo rose leisurely and settled down beside the woman.
Although Wen Wan was drunk, she still sensed the danger almost instinctively, trying to stand up, but the man forcibly pulled her back.
"Who am I?" Mo Siluo pinched the woman's chin, forcing her to look at him, and asked through clenched teeth.
The room's light was dim, but being so close, even in her drunken state, Wen Wan recognized Mo Siluo. Her red lips moved slightly, "Pervert."
The hand on the woman's chin tightened slightly, then he lifted it, his voice nearly squeezed through his teeth, "Pervert?"
Wen Wan's head felt dizzy, and she seemed to struggle, reacting to why Mo Siluo would suddenly appear here.
"It hurts, stop hurting me," Wen Wan pouted, muttering.