Qin Yao had always believed he was not in the wrong, which was why he could now stand in front of Xiaoqiao.
And at this moment, having learned the truth, he simply didn't know how to face her.
Qin Yao felt as if his heart was tumbling in a frying pan, tormented beyond measure…
He struggled, wanting to say something…
Just then, Xiaoqiao suddenly furrowed her brow, a hint of wariness flashing through her eyes. Without warning, her soft, alcohol-scented body toppled onto him.
Her hands even enthusiastically hooked around his neck.
Her weight was almost entirely on him, making his face redden and his head spin; he utterly forgot what had just happened, what he was going to say…
Xiaoqiao's face was extremely close to his. Amid Qin Yao's dumbstruck expression, she whispered in his ear, "Someone's here."
Qin Yao glanced around subconsciously.
Xiaoqiao immediately turned his face back, whispering, "Don't look!"
