At this thought, anger surged from his heart, a flame of wrath burning fiercely. He raised his hand and lightly patted her, "You're causing trouble again!"
Qiao An made a soft sound of protest.
With a soft voice, she coquettishly said, "It hurts."
"I wish it would hurt you to death!"
Back at the Main Building, Mu Jingxi placed Qiao An on the bed, looking at her drunken state, still feeling the frustration within his chest hard to dispel.
Drunk Qiao An had a captivating flush on her cheeks, like natural rouge, faint and subtly appearing.
Her red lips glistened with a dewy sheen, like the most delicious cherry on the branch, inviting someone to pick.
Despite not wanting to admit it, Mu Jingxi realized clearly that Ye Han... also liked her.
He reached out, pinching her cheek, "Try seducing others again!"
"Ouch." Qiao An shrank her neck, her eyes closed, burying her head into the soft, fluffy pillow.
Not letting him pinch her face.
