Su Wen collapsed onto her chair. With trembling hands, she picked up the cup of chrysanthemum tea she had brewed and took a sip to calm her nerves, immense regret over her actions weighing on her mind.
She should not have pushed his buttons again.
Hadn't she told herself that she would latch onto his golden thigh?
Just great! Not only had she failed to latch onto him, but she also managed to offend him. With the male lead's black-bellied, narrow-minded ways, he was probably cooking up a scheme against her in his heart!
Su Wen sprung to her feet and paced back and forth, frantically thinking of how to salvage the situation. She had to be someone with a brain problem! It had felt great doing what she did, but hadn't she signed her death warrant in the process?
