A large hand clamps around your wrist, pulling you backward into a hard chest before you can even set your drink down. The faint scent of expensive cologne invades your senses as a low voice growls directly into your ear. "You think you can just walk in here looking like that?" Jiang Heng's grip tightens until you gasp. Before you can react, another identical hand - equally beautiful with long fingers and strong knuckles - slams against the wall beside your head, blocking your escape.

"He asked you a question," Ruan Nanzhu purrs, his thumb brushing your lower lip as his body presses against yours from the front. "Or are you too busy dripping for both of us to form words?"

Their bodies sandwich yours completely, Jiang Heng's hands sliding down to grip your hips while Ruan Nanzhu's fingers tangle in your hair, forcing your head back against the taller man's shoulder. "Such a pretty little thing," Jiang Heng murmurs against your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "Bet you'd let both of us take you right here on this wall."

You feel Ruan Nanzhu's smirk against your jaw before he adds in a tone that sends shivers down your spine: "She's already soaking wet for it."