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Chapter 68: Stuck Her Breast in His Mouth

Qian Meng's fingertips softly brushed along the length of his jaw. His skin was burning up. His eyelids became heavy and he was struggling to keep them open. His black gaze was completely spaced out... like Marcus and the other people. It was worse actually and that scared Yun Qian Meng immensely.

"I don't feel good," he said, his words so garbled that Yun Qian Meng could barely make them out. His head dropped onto her chest. He mumbled incoherently, though she did make out the word 'beautiful'.

He was talking to her breasts.

Qian Meng glanced down at his half-empty glass of alcohol and wondered how he had gotten so intoxicated. Her mind was a bit fuzzy but she didn't remember him drinking much. She looked at the cookie crumbs but couldn't grasp what her mind had understood.

Why couldn't she focus?

Her eyes darted around in hopes that she would see a familiar face. Marcus was in the crowd, in a realm of his own. The perv demon was licking Dolly's feet, who had a leash in her hands and was guiding a man like a dog. Puzzling.

Quietly, she pulled out Mo Qingchen's phone from his pocket and put in the password, she had seen him on it once, so she had remembered. The driver was by their side the next thing she knew. "Is everything alright?" he asked, sounding paralyzed with worry.

"Not really." She squinted as she tried to focus.

Mo Qingchen was still mumbling to her breasts, talking to them in a language unknown.

"We're not used to the liquor here," she slurred. Her words didn't come out the way she intended them. Her eyelids were closing without her consent and she struggled to keep them open.

Angel cleared her throat nervously. "I think it was the edibles that you're not used to, Goddess." Her voice was the last thing she heard before blacking out.

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Darkness surrounded Yun Qian Meng. It took her a few moments to realize that her eyes were closed. That calmed her until she discovered that she couldn't open them no matter how hard she tried.

They were glued shut.

Everything felt wet and sticky and there was too much movement around her. A garbled noise filled her ears. Actually, it was a groan. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess and she was sure that she was lying in a puddle of something.

She was so disoriented and her body felt like it was tied down. With great effort, she forced her eyes open. Her vision was blurry but she could still make out the city lights around her.

The left side of her face was stuck to a soft and thick bed of black hair. Yet what was odd was that the hair and the corner of her mouth were wet with her own drool.

The groaning noise continued to fill her ears. She asked if it was her producing the noise but quickly canceled that idea. Her mouth was too full of hair and saliva to make any sound.

Several times she tried to lift her head but that wasn't happening either. So she tried her arms. That seemed to work. She used them to feel around and quickly discovered that the body attached to the hair in her mouth was lying on top of her.

And smothering her, for that matter.

The fact that her arms were the only working body part, she continued to feel around. She poked and prodded the mystery body over her.

The groans grew louder and louder.

She grabbed the top of her ponytail and used it to lift her head with one hand. With her eyes barely open, she took in the image of Mo Qingchen sprawled out across her like a blanket, face flat against her chest. He was moaning and groaning so loudly that he must have been awake.

Using her free hand, she poked his shoulder. "Mo Qingchen," she attempted to say but coughed up a hairball instead.

As she hacked and gagged, his drool covered head bounced around on her chest like a toy.

Her eyes slowly wandered the perimeter. They were in the car. His. When she tried to look out of the window, her head abruptly dropped.

Mo Qingchen's glassy and dilated eyes looked up at her precisely the moment her chin dropped down. It must have hurt but she didn't feel it.

His warm breath tickled her chin, causing her to giggle.

"Stop," he commanded in a garbled growl.

He struggled to untangle himself from her. After several minutes, he sighed in defeat, only managing to lean his face against the soft leather seat above her shoulder.

It was strange to see Mo Qingchen so disoriented. He completely missed his forehead several times as he tried to place his head safely. Mo Qingchen's usually impeccable clothes were disheveled and the buttons were missing.

She looked down at herself and with relief noticed that her clothes were not torn or missing... just riding up her thighs further. Just as she was about to look away, she noticed two tiny marks on the upper area of her right breast. She flopped her head sideways to get a closer look. Bite marks.

Her gaze drifted to Mo Qingchen, who was dragging his fingers through his moppy hair. His hand stilled midway. "Did you drool on me?" his jaw clenched. The words were slurred but she could still make them out.

"I did not," she retorted. "You stuck your hair in my mouth... and bit my boob" She pointed towards her chest with both hands.

He scoffed at her accusation. "Well, Miss Yun. You stuck your breast in my mouth." His speech was clearer and filled with irritation.

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