Shi Niange's brows twitched. Her mind was numb from the alcohol and she could not understand what he meant.
Killing intent?
What killing intent?
Her own boyfriend was not even by her side on her birthday. She did not even have the intention to kill him. Where did he get the intention to kill her?
Shi Niange looked up at him. Qin Siting touched her hair again. "Go, dry your hair. Don't catch a cold."
"Oh." She was about to get up, but perhaps because she had soaked in the water for too long, and because of the alcohol, even if she wasn't completely drunk, she was still a little dizzy. After standing up, she quickly sat down, raised her hand, and pressed her temple. She said, "Forget it, I won't blow it. Anyway, it's already so late. I won't go out. I'll naturally dry itself."
Seeing that she was having a headache, Qin Siting raised his hand to rub her head. He did not say more but got up to help her find a hairdryer.
