The smell of lust lingered in the room. Yan Su was desperate.
Although she had been fairly intoxicated the night before, she could roughly remember initiating the intimacy.
She wondered if Mo Liuxi would reprimand her when he woke up. After all, he hated her so much. She thought it was best to leave before he woke up.
Once she made up her mind, she began to get dressed. She quickly scanned the room for anything of hers one last time before she made her exit.
The moment she stepped out of the room, An Ning appeared around the corner of the corridor. She was rubbing her eyes. She had drank too much the night before as well. All she saw was a figure suspiciously dashing out of the room.
She thought it could be a thief and walked toward the room that the figure emerged from. The door was not shut tight. It was slightly ajar. She gently pushed the door open.
