Qiao Nian stared at the message. About to walk out, she suddenly slowed down.
A few blurry images appeared in her mind. They were not clear, but if she was not wrong, the bitten mark on Ye Wangchuan’s lips couldn’t possibly be from a second person.
So the culprit... was her!
Qiao Nian saw that Qin Si’s name on the dialog box had changed to [Typing]. She covered her eyes and turned back, not wanting to go downstairs.
At this moment, Ye Wangchuan called her.
Qiao Nian looked at the flashing caller ID on the screen and mentally prepared herself before slowly picking up the call. "Hello."
"You’re awake?" The man’s voice was like a spring breeze. It was obvious that he was in a good mood.
Qiao Nian couldn’t bear to face him after what she did last night. She pulled out a chair and sat down, then lowered her eyes and coughed. "Ahem, that."
"Mm?"
"I was drunk yesterday."
After saying that, she felt like a scumbag who had abandoned him after having an affair.
Even as this thought flashed through her mind, she coughed and said seriously, "But I admit to everything I did."
The man chuckled. "Oh, so what did Goddess Qiao do last night?"
His voice was still cold as ice. His tone was neither anxious nor impatient. It was as if he was waiting for her with ease.
Qiao Nian could hear the ridicule in his tone. The awkwardness caused by Qin Si’s WeChat message eased a lot.
She rubbed her eyebrows and suddenly said, "Forget it."
Ye Wangchuan did not follow her thoughts. "Huh? What?"
She was expressionless, but her aura was obvious. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
In the living room downstairs.
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