A gust of night wind blew by, disheveling Xia Yangyang's hair.
Xia Yangyang casually smoothed her hair, her manner charmingly flirtatious.
She slowly took two steps towards Gu Qichen.
Then she laughed, "If we're talking about ambiguity, Mr. Gu should probably take first place, shouldn't you? You pulled me out of the wedding scene in front of everyone like that, how come you're not worried about so-called ambiguity?"
Gu Qichen's face remained cold.
He rarely saw Xia Yangyang like this.
When she drank, she always seemed like a completely different person compared to her usual self.
Xia Yangyang's eyes were incredibly bright, like brilliant stars in the night sky.
Her cheeks held an abnormal rosy hue, due to the slight intoxication from the wine.
She usually looked pure, but at that moment, there was an added touch of seduction.
Xia Yangyang was wearing just a crimson chiffon evening gown.
