Leh Ying decisively sat down honestly, and at the end, she glanced at the embrace of the man beside her.
Why wasn't she being held anymore?
It was he who had held her in his arms a few nights ago, saying how beautiful she was.
Alright, she hadn't been drunk because she was afraid of making a blunder like last time when she broke her kneecap, so she only had a few sips though she was happy.
"Are you angry?"
Xu Jingxi glanced at his wristwatch, "What time is it?"
She answered the question, "One in the morning."
Without saying a word, Xu Jingxi poured himself a cup of tea filled to seven-tenths and held it without hurry.
He gave her a sidelong glance, in this freezing weather, wasn't that a slip dress cold? Maybe it was because she'd touched some alcohol outside; her cheeks were unnaturally flushed, and below the V-neck, her skin bore someone's lipstick mark, or perhaps someone had pinched her, leaving a red mark.
