"How would you know my clothes are inappropriate if you didn't look at me?"
"Ahhh... asshole!"
In a rush, Qiao An changed her clothes and had just opened the door when she suddenly felt dizzy.
"Be careful!"
The man's magnetic voice carried an undertone of urgency.
The next second, her body was firmly in the man's arms.
Mu Jingxi held her, his handsome brows knitted together, his deep eyes showing concern: "What's wrong with you?"
"I..."
Just as Qiao An was about to say she had low blood sugar, the door of the neighboring room opened.
Ji Qingxin's face was exceptionally pale. Seeing this scene, a cold glint flashed through her eyes. Qiao An, are you that eager?
"Jingxi." Ji Qingxin bit her lip, her slender body swaying as though about to fall.
"Qingxin, what's wrong with you?"
"You two..."
Her voice trembled as she looked at him and Qiao An, her eyes filled with shock and pain.
