"... Jingxing?"
Qin Yiren lightly bit her lower lip, feeling an inner warmth that made her uncomfortable, wanting to loosen the neckline of her dress. But the dress was very elegantly designed, and the only way to take it off was through the zipper at the back.
Her whole body felt limp and she couldn't manage it on her own. She couldn't see the man standing behind the drunken man. With much effort, she turned and lay on her stomach on the bed, saying in a soft and raspy voice, "Jingxing, could you help me with the zipper?"
As her words fell, there was movement in the room, and someone came as she requested to unzip the evening gown, revealing large areas of white skin.
Even just turning over made Qin Yiren feel exhausted, her whole body was weak and unable to move. She took a breath and said, "Sorry... I seem to feel a bit unwell... Jing, Jingxing?"
