Tong Xi looked over, and suddenly felt the temperature leave her hands and feet, plunging into a cold chill. Her mind went blank for a split second, staring at a spot five or six meters away. But it seemed to be just a momentary feeling, that tall and upright figure was already gone. A self-mocking smile tugged at her lips, and she continued dancing.
The alcohol kicked in, her vision blurred, and so did her hearing. She should go to the hospital for a checkup.
How absurd, she actually thought she saw Tan Qing just now.
With a self-mocking smile, she finished her dance, casually threw the bamboo pole aside, and walked back to her seat. Her steps were unsteady, and she sat down, burying her head, suddenly feeling the urge to cry.
"Have you been drinking?"
A magnetic, pleasant voice mixed with a slight electrical current sounded behind her, amidst the screams of women shouting "handsome guy," and Tong Xi's arm was held by a strong hand.
