Shang Feifei paused, about to push him away, but Han Yifan retreated on his own.
As he stepped back, her breathing eased somewhat, but before she could leave, Han Yifan leaned toward her, and she stepped back.
Perhaps she had drunk too much just now, and Shang Feifei's head fell back in the direction of his approach, hitting the piano keys. A dissonant piano sound rang in her ears, mirroring her chaotic thoughts. Han Yifan moved closer once again, firmly kissing her.
Chaos reigned; she wanted to resist him. As she reached out her hand, he caught her wrist and pressed it on the piano keys. The sound of the piano resonated again; because her entire hand was pressed against it, hitting the lower notes, the sound that emerged was also quite muted.
He had just taken a bath, and aside from the aroma of food, there was only the rich scent of alcohol.
